"What are you staring at? Let’s head ho." Bai Junjun called out to the group who were still dazed.
Hearing her voice, everyone snapped back to reality and climbed onto the horse carriage, continuing their journey.
It was midnight, Bai Junjun and Li Wenli rode at the front in the lead carriage. When the group entered the Ownerless Land, they instinctively looked around, but they didn’t find any trace of a bloody scene.
The group couldn’t help but feel puzzled; at first, they thought the two had cleared the area beforehand, wondering why their clothes were so clean. However, upon further inspection, it turned out there weren’t any ambushes awaiting them.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Once they entered the dense forest, it marked their official entry into the Ownerless Land. Unbeknownst to them, as they progressed, the trees behind them began moving eerily, as if they had sprouted legs.
These sentient trees seed to possess consciousness, assembling themselves in an eerie formation.
The culprit behind this phenonon, Bai Junjun, was calmly resting with her eyes closed inside the carriage as if nothing strange was happening.
Her loyal subordinate, Li Wenli, was even less likely to betray her.
Thus, the four horse carriages continued racing forward, while the trees behind them steadily moved in tandem.
They ford a genuine Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation.
This colossal array—if Kongming himself were not alive—would be impossible for anyone to dismantle.
A staggering formation was ticulously constructed in secret, while the group remained utterly oblivious.
At this mont, the group journeyed through the deep mountains and forests. In the Eastern Land’s late autumn, it was already quite chilly; those less robust even donned cotton-padded clothes. However, shortly after entering the forest, the group began to feel warr.
Although the Eastern Land was in late autumn, here it felt more akin to early autumn.
"They say the Ownerless Land is a place of extres—where heat scorches to the soul and cold chills to the bone. We haven’t felt the cold yet, but the heat is unmistakable."
"Yeah, yeah, I didn’t expect it to be so warm here," the group remarked in astonishnt.
"But... I’ve heard the Fire-Swallowing Tribe resides here... they’re quite formidable."
"I wonder, now that we’re neighbors with the Fire-Swallowing Tribe, how will that turn out for us..."
At that thought, the morale of the group took a sharp decline.
Li Wenli glanced at the group with an amused expression but didn’t bother to explain.
Just then, from behind a carriage ca the panicked screams of the horse driver. Li Wenli and Bai Junjun imdiately stepped outside and were t with two figures leaping down from the trees. These strangers, dressed in coarse linen and wearing sinister expressions, bared their teeth at the carriage passengers, ready to yell profanities—only to be stunned upon eting Bai Junjun and Li Wenli’s gazes.
Seeing the two, the tree-bound strangers instantly forgot their intentions to intimidate. Speaking in sowhat broken formal speech, they stamred, "C-Celestial God? Y-You’ve returned?"
Before waiting for Bai Junjun or Li Wenli to reply, one of them scrambled back up the tree and issued a piercing whistle toward the sky.
The whistle tore through the night sky and echoed across the layered forests, awakening the slumbering Fire-Swallowing Tribe in an instant.
Soon, young and old alike of the tribe burst out in jubilation.
Suddenly, the occupants of the four horse carriages found themselves surrounded by a horde of barely-clothed individuals. Their skin was pitch-black, and their rushed ergence had left their clothes disheveled and many without shoes. Frenzied in excitent, they danced and gestured wildly.
Upon seeing Bai Junjun and Li Wenli, their elation escalated, enthusiastically circling the carriages as they danced.
"???"
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli remained composed, but the others were completely dumbfounded and petrified.
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