Chapter 31

Time flew by, and everyone gathered at Yunmeng Marsh.

Originally, Taiyi intended to go to Phoenix Perch Mountain this time, but Nüwa firmly refused.

Moreover, Qi had already prepared the venue for discussing the Dao, so they simply gave up.

Everyone sat separately in the Heart-of-the-Pond Pavilion, admiring the dances that the various tribes had prepared for who knows how long.

Those who might dance were no longer the original group.

But the dance became ever more exquisite; at least everyone found it quite captivating.

"You sure know how to enjoy yourself; the whole Yunmeng Marsh is at your disposal."

Fuxi's words seemed to carry a hint of sourness.

Phoenix Perch Mountain is not particularly large, and no major tribes settle there.

Unlike Yunmeng Marsh, which is vast, with habitable land and water, rich spiritual qi, and abundant spiritual vitality.

The number of living beings, when viewed across the whole Wilderness, is also quite excellent.

Second only to the gathering places of the top tribes, and with a great variety of species.

Various different customs and cultures interact, colliding to produce splendid sparks.

Just during this drinking period, they have already switched to more than ten different styles of dance.

No wonder Fuxi would say that.

They usually live like recluses, the Dao Chang is shrouded by formations, and ordinary people cannot find them.

"If you like them, just take a few back; if they can earn your favor, that would be a great blessing."

Upon hearing this, the dancing girls' eyes brightened considerably.

They are usually supported by the tribes, precisely for this moment, to bring benefits to the tribes.

Since the Pure Spirit Venerable began selecting dance maidens from the various departments of Yunmeng Marsh, over tens of thousands of years, each tribe has selected a group of people to dance for the gods.

But after long periods without being summoned, the dance maidens and musicians have been replaced batch after batch.

Those who retired from the dance troupe mostly went on to teach others music and dance, or to perform for the leaders of the various tribes.

Life is mostly nourishing; over time, the whole Yunmeng Marsh has become quite adept at singing and dancing.

Besides the dance offering team, everyone's purpose in learning music and dance has shifted from originally offering dances to simply pleasing themselves.

Among the tribespeople, they use music and dance to pursue love, and to celebrate Yunmeng Marsh's harvest and peace.

At this time, Yunmeng Marsh is also likewise a rare paradise in the Wilderness.

There are no ferocious beasts, no warfare between the tribes, and the vast Yunmeng Marsh is sufficient to support their development.

If they could be selected by those great gods, then their efforts would not have been in vain.

The Pure Spirit Venerable also rewards their clans, granting immortal herbs or bestowing a parcel of spiritual land.

Moreover, being selected also means their music and dance are the finest in the entire Cloud Dream Marsh.

Unfortunately, Fuxi refused them.

Such a group of people who only sing and dance is, to him, utterly superfluous.

Not to mention how long they could last; if he went into seclusion alone, they would all grow old and wither.

Just settling them is already a major hassle, and he and Nüwa don't have the resources to support so many tribes.

It is definitely not because Nüwa is staring at him with a fixed gaze.

Di Jun and Taiyi, however, liked them and wanted to select them, but the Sun Star is unsuitable for ordinary people to settle.

Only after withdrawing the song and dance troupe did the few of them have time to enjoy themselves.

Playing chess and sipping tea, this is a low-grade spiritual-root tea tree that Fuxi discovered when he came to the Cloud Dream Marsh.

Protected by a formation, it was well hidden in daily life, unfortunately encountering Fuxi, who is versed in formations.

This tea tree produces three to five catties of spiritual leaves every thousand years, which has the effect of extending one's lifespan.

For an ordinary person, merely smelling it can add a hundred years of life, and consuming a single leaf can offset ten thousand years of arduous cultivation.

Of course, this is the effect on ordinary living beings.

For the few present, however, it is merely a decent beverage.

The few had an unspoken agreement not to discuss the Dao; now in high spirits, they refrain from talking about those matters.

While Qi, Taiyi, and the others were enjoying themselves, the Bei Fang Continent had already emitted a lament too great to bear.

Under the command of the four fiendish beasts serving the God Rebel, numerous fiendish beasts began to dig the earth's veins, releasing the turbid qi of the land.

At this moment, the Bei Fang Continent is suffused with calamitous qi, spiritual vitality has scattered, and corpses litter the ground.

The demon god's resentment fills the heavens and earth, continually transforming into nourishment for the evolution of fiendish beast clouds.

The strength of the four fiendish beasts has surged, becoming completely different from what it once was.

Nowadays, the four fiendish beasts are truly genuine Luotian Zunshen combat power.

Even the stronger batch among them can fully rival the Luotian Zunshen achieved by the innate divinities.

Furthermore, with the added boost of calamitous qi and their astonishing regenerative abilities, they are now outstanding among Luotian Zunshen.

If they were to encounter Qi, Taiyi, and the others again, any single one of them could easily defeat the five working together.

As for the God Rebel's strength, it seems to have already reached the limit of Luotian Zunshen.

It even surpasses it by a hair, brushing against the edge of the Hunyuan Dao Fruit.

In terms of sheer combat power, he at this moment, plus the God‑Slaying Spear, is unequivocally number one in the Primordial Wasteland.

Now, all the fiendish beasts of the Primordial Wasteland have gathered, and the Bei Fang Continent resounds everywhere with the sounds of slaughter and destruction.

The struggle between the fiendish beasts and the Black Tortoise Clan has driven the Black Tortoise Clan to the far northern reaches.

There, devoid of life, it is perpetually blanketed in ice and snow; aside from the howling wind and snow, there is no other sound.

Beneath their feet lies ice countless zhang thick; the Black Tortoise Clan has suffered grievous losses, basically leaving no hope of recovery.

The extreme cold environment makes it hard for the newborn clan members to survive; all the spiritual essence of heaven and earth lies within the ice and snow.

The frigid gale from heaven can freeze a person's blood, qi, and spiritual power.

The ice underfoot grows harder the deeper it goes, and the ice crystals visible everywhere take a hundred million years to form.

It shatters their vain hope of breaking the ice surface and diving into the water to escape the gale.

The entire Black Tortoise Clan is now at its wit's end.

Likewise, the slaughter among the ferocious beasts is equally brutal, and the demon god's resentment continually interferes with their sanity.

These resentments, while boosting the ferocious beasts' strength, also cause their meager wisdom to disappear.

This makes them even more cruel and violent than before.

These slaughters accelerate the ferocious beasts' evolution, making them even more ferocious.

Their strength also grows ever stronger, and their use of divine abilities becomes more adept.

Shen Ni also buried the God-Slaying Spear in the earth veins, letting it continuously absorb the resentment and killing aura of the entire Bei Fang Continent.

Over these years, the number of ferocious beasts has become much fewer than before, possibly only half of what it used to be.

But their overall strength may have increased tenfold or more.

The price is that the entire Bei Fang Continent is severely damaged, with no spiritual essence remaining.

Dragons, phoenixes, and qilin—these three clans—have also begun continually entering the Bei Fang Continent.

They deployed all their combat power except that of the Heavenly Net Honored One God.

The three clans have already lost considerable Taiyi Golden Immortal combat power; among them, the Qilin Clan even lost a Taiyi Upper God.

The one who fell was still the nineteenth son of the Primal Qilin, leaving no corpse or bones.

He, greedy for merit and rashly advancing, went too deep and fell into the ferocious beasts' encirclement.

By the time help was sought, it was already too late.

When the Primal Qilin arrived, its nineteenth son had already been devoured by the ferocious beasts.

Only a pair of horns that they could not gnaw away, and scattered fur around, remained.

Those ferocious beasts had already gone away.

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