Chapter 137: Unexpected Turn of Events

Feng Zi did not provide any help to those refugees:

For one, although those people were thin and weak, they still had strength left and were not at a critical juncture, so they did not need his help;

For another, even if he did provide help, those people might not necessarily believe in this unprovoked goodwill.

Considering all the above, Feng Zi only pointed out the direction for them and then left.

Goodwill has a price; for different people, one should provide different degrees of goodwill, and one cannot provide help without restraint or conditions—

This was knowledge Feng Zi had learned from his journey.

Seeing Feng Zi and his group walking past quickly, the leader of the youth hesitated for a long time before speaking up hesitantly: "Kind sir, please stay your steps!"

Only upon hearing these words did the group stop again; Feng Zi turned around and asked with a smile: "Are there any other matters?"

The youth pondered for a long time before slowly saying: "Looking at the direction you are heading, you must intend to go south.

"Please be careful; for some time now, the south has not been peaceful."

Hearing this, Feng Zi could not help but have his interest piqued, so he stepped forward and asked: "Oh? Can you elaborate?"

"This... I am not very clear either; I heard it from other travelers." Although he had been prepared in his heart, the youth was still startled when Feng Zi approached him.

The other party took a deep breath and regained his composure: "Half a year ago, a moon-white meteorite fell from the sky and landed to the south of our tribe.

"Later, many tribes perished silently, without a single survivor left behind.

"According to passing travelers and wandering merchants, those perished tribes still retained the traces of people's lives; it seems they disappeared in an instant.

"However, according to them, those perished tribes had a common characteristic—their settlements had all lost their 'color'."

"Lost their 'color'?" This statement greatly astonished Feng Zi, and he could not help but repeat the half-sentence:

What is meant by "lost their 'color'"? This statement was far too strange.

But considering that Tianyuan Jie is a world of cultivation, where everything is possible, he did not doubt this statement too much.

Upon hearing this, the youth only subconsciously shook his head repeatedly and said: "I also heard it from others and do not know what it means.

"But since you pointed out the direction for us, I should offer something in return—even if it is just a rumor, if it has even half a point of truth, it might still be of some use."

Returning goodwill with an equal gesture—Feng Zi appreciated this behavior.

He nodded slightly and said: "Mm, I have noted this news; you may continue on your way."

Hearing this, the youth immediately took his leave and headed north with his clansmen.

Seeing them gradually walk away, Feng Zi turned around and asked his companions:

"Lost their 'color'... this statement sounds a bit strange; do any of you know of any technique that could have such an effect?"

Lu Hanwen and Li Shou had not come into contact with the path of Qi Refining before, so naturally, they did not know about this.

Qingyang pondered for a moment, but could only helplessly shake his head and say: "Such a strange technique, I have never heard of it."

But strangely, Qinglin, who should have been equally ignorant, was lost in thought at this moment.

Seeing her brows tightly locked, Feng Zi could not help but ask: "Have you recalled something again?"

"I still cannot recall the specific situation, but this description always makes me feel very familiar..." Qinglin replied while pondering:

"As far as I know, this is a very powerful innate divine ability, which seems to originate from a certain Innate Sacred Being."

After saying this, Qinglin moved her lips slightly and transmitted her voice to Feng Zi: "But I always feel that the Innate Sacred Being should already be dead."

Regarding this, Feng Zi rarely expressed a dissenting opinion and also transmitted his voice: "That is a memory from later generations and does not apply to this era.

"You must know, this is the Primordial Era; the human race has not yet risen, and it is the era when Innate Sacred Beings dominate the world. The Sacred Being you know of might still be active in the world."

The two's voice transmission exchange lasted only an instant, and the others did not notice.

Feng Zi pondered for a moment and smiled: "Very well, it is not as if we haven't seen Innate Sacred Beings before; perhaps the other party is also an existence that is easy to communicate with.

"Furthermore, even if we can't beat them, we can still run; there is no need to be too nervous."

Hearing this, the group realized that this was indeed the case, so they set off again.

Moreover, perhaps what the youth said was merely hearsay and not necessarily true.

Just like that, the group stepped back onto the journey to visit large cities and call upon Golden Core Refiners.

They walked for several days and saw a few tribes that were not very large in scale.

On this vast and primitive Jiuhe Pingyuan, there were lush woodlands everywhere, and human tribes were but as sparse as morning stars among them.

Regarding these tribes struggling to survive, Feng Zi and the others did not disturb them.

Just like that, with the sun rising and the moon setting, another five days passed.

They finally arrived at the banks of the overflowing Yang He and saw a tribe that had been destroyed by a flood.

Feng Zi and the others searched all around but did not find any survivors, so they had to bury all those who died in the flood.

Seeing that it was getting late, they set up camp in the surrounding woodland.

After several months of travel, the group had long since become accustomed to the affairs of the journey.

They had a clear division of labor, and before long, they had cleared out a simple campsite.

After some busyness, the five of them sat around the campfire, enjoying their catch.

"I truly did not expect that Jiuhe Pingyuan would be so large; we have traveled for over ten days and only just arrived at the bank of the second large river."

Feng Zi took a bite of roasted meat and said with emotion.

Except for Qinglin, the group all possessed the strength of Transformation Realm and Foundation Establishment:

With their foot speed, even if they were not traveling at full speed, they had covered thousands of miles in over ten days.

If it were according to Feng Zi's memories from his past life, he would have already crossed an entire country.

Yet in this world, a distance of thousands of miles is merely the distance between two large rivers in Jiuhe Pingyuan!

Therefore, he sighed with emotion once again regarding the vastness of this world.

Regarding Feng Zi's emotion, Qingyang smiled: "That may be so, but at least here, we will not get lost.

"In my hometown, there are almost no landmarks to remember in the surroundings; if one does not carry a south-pointing compass, one cannot even leave the tribe!"

Regarding this, Feng Zi was also greatly surprised, repeatedly asking for more detailed questions.

Just as the few were chatting, Li Shou, who had been silently listening to their conversation, subconsciously rubbed his eyes:

Just a moment ago, he suddenly realized that the campfire leaping before him had suddenly turned white!

No, to call it white, this description was actually not very appropriate—to be accurate, it seemed as if this pile of campfire had "forgotten" its own color!