446: Chapter 432: Tribe People Gather Energy and Show their Luck!_1 446: Chapter 432: Tribe People Gather Energy and Show their Luck!_1 [Sorry for the late update, I barely managed to write one more chapter before passing out.
I’ll continue writing after dawn]In the dawn, a thin mist shrouded the entire desolate mountain forest.
Under the refraction of the fog, the golden light curtain shimred with a myriad of colors.
The cloud and mist spilled deep into the forest, blending together and making the earth look boundless and vast.
The desolate wilds spanned thousands of miles, silently standing tall like the passing ancient tis, bearing witness to the ebb and flow of countless ages.
Wuuu wuuu wuuu!
From deep within the ancient mountains, a suddenly desolate horn echoed across the earth, its sound enough to tear the vault of heaven, shatter stones.
Any lingering remnants of nocturnal harmony in the mountains and forests swiftly dissipated in the wake of these deep and desolate horn sounds.
From far away, deep within the ancient mountains, the continuous ranges looked like a giant dragon spanning across heaven and earth.
In the dangerous lands in front of the valley, so fierce exotic beasts laid dormant, their deep roars seeming to compete with the horn sound.
Hum!
All of a sudden, it seed as if the whole ancient mountain range spanning thousands of miles, had shaken.
Within re monts, the vibration hadn’t stopped but had magnified tens, hundreds of tis.
The ancient mountains trembled, ancient trees rustled, echoes of war horses and soldiers reverberated between the entire desolate mountain forest.
Rumble!
This imnse noise appeared to co from deep within the mountainous rock city.
This sound was like tens of thousands of people at once stepping on the earth, creating explosive thunderous noises.
When these footsteps combined, they resonated with the endless sound of armored horses and thunder.
The pounding sound shattered the silence that stretched across thousands of miles!
On top of an ancient mountain no more than fifty feet in size, which was now completely transford.
The top of the ancient mountain had been leveled flat by manmade efforts, creating an open-air observation deck covering about a thousand feet.
The massive observation deck was packed with chairs made from white jade stone.
There appeared to be five or six hundred, almost all of which were already occupied by many tribe warriors from the five thousand miles around who ca to observe the ceremony.
In the mountain city.
Countless mbers of the Gu Yuan Tribe, rushing out of their hos, old and young alike, gathered in front of the tribe’s central Sacrificial Altar.
Today was the most significant day for their Gu Yuan Tribe.
Below the ancient mountain, there were all mbers of the Gu Yuan Tribe, elders, won, children, all with joyful expressions on their faces.
Even the clueless infants who could not yet understand human language, seed to understand that a significant event concerning their fate would happen in the tribe that day.
They stopped crying and fussing, their tiny bodies nestled in won’s arms, their bright, large eyes staring at the grand stage.
Within their black pupils, there was a clear sense of confusion.
So elders had tears in their eyes.
They had once been the war soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe, fighting in the Great Wasteland their entire lives.
Now, at this age, there’s nothing they could ask for.
Their blood qi had depleted, tortured by the lingering pains from the bloody battles.
Not to ntion returning to the battlefield to fight against exotic tribes, so of them, with trembling hands, couldn’t even pick up their hefty war sabers.
At this mont, they were rely elders teetering on the edge of life.
What they desperately wished for is a day when their descendants would not have to bathe in blood and fight in the wilderness as they did.
They yearned for them to have a tranquil and peaceful life.
They would stand against the endless blood-colored wilderness.
Since the dawn of ti, the human race has spilled too much blood.
But he understood that all of this was but an illusion.
As long as the human clan continued to live and multiply on this human world, the exotic tribes would never cease their invasion of the human land.
They too, were once young and reckless, dreaming of driving all the exotic tribes from these desolate lands.
However, when they received the blood-soaked war flag from their fathers’ hands, entrusted with the responsibility of guarding the tribe and keeping the fla of their bloodline alive, they finally realized that it was all but a foolish dream.
Their tribe was nothing more than a small patch of land in the southern part of the desolate eastern region.
Only after they stepped out of their tribe with the blood-soaked war flag handed down by their ancestors did they realize how limited their worldview had been before.
The dreams of their childhood were absurd.
They couldn’t change a thing.
All they could do was to do their utmost to protect their holand, for soday, they would grow old as their fathers did.
When they were no longer able to fight, behind them would stand their tribe, their kinsn, a ho for them to return to in their old age!
Now, his ho was about to beco stronger.
They could have more power to protect their tribesn and safeguard the land under their feet.
There was no reason not to be elated.
These were tears of joy.
Before the sacrificial altar, tens of thousands of tribespeople stared intently at the peak of the ancient mountain, the majestic Greenstone Hall.
Their faces were flushed, their eyes filled with fervor.
The master of their Gu Yuan tribe, their legendary chief, was waiting inside the great hall, for the auspicious mont to arrive.
At this mont, the sun was as fierce as fire, its red light illuminating the entire mountain range countless miles around.
The sunlight poured down, layering a golden glow onto all the tribespeople.
Almost two hundred thousand tribespeople had their vitality burst forth toward the sky—an invisible montum, and a sublimation of the spirit.
“What’s that!”
A sudden outcry surprised everyone.
Unbeknownst to them, the original white mist had dissipated, filled instead by a faint purple haze spreading throughout the mountain city of the Gu Yuan tribe.
“This is the manifestation of fate!”
On the viewing platform of the ancient mountain, there was a warrior.
His cultivation had reached the late-stage Blood Refining Realm but he looked extrely aged.
This warrior shouted out in astonishnt, so much so that he pulled at his beard without even feeling it.
What!
“The manifestation of fate!”
Upon hearing the words of the old man, everyone on the viewing platform was struck dumb.
Fate is elusive, difficult to comprehend even for the most powerful.
Not to ntion these warriors of Blood Refining Realm, who had only heard of it but never truly understood it.
Now they were witnessing the mounting of fate before their very eyes—a rare blessing of several lifetis.
They didn’t doubt the words of the old man for a second.
This is because the old man was a legendary figure in the Dragon Fall Territory, not because of his strength or dominance over the entire Dragon Fall territory.
Rather, it was because the old man was a living encyclopedia.
He had delved into the mysteries and secrets of the Great Wasteland to the point of obsessiveness.
If not for wasting so much ti on this, he would not be at the late-stage Blood Refining Realm.
More importantly, this well-read old man was actually a wandering hero.
The many warriors of Dragon Fall Territory even respectfully called him Tai Shi Gong, aning he was highly knowledgeable in ancient secrets and regional mysteries.
He was akin to a living secret scroll.
Of course, since the beginning of ti, countless generations of humans have multiplied.
Plus, Dragon Fall is rely a small region in the Great Wasteland so this nickna might have been exaggerated manifold.
However, this also proves that this old man’s vast knowledge really earned everyone’s approval.
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