Chapter 207: No comparison, no harm

The left leg that had been severed from Little Wei Yuan had already been burned to ash by the black fire; this portion of his Primordial Spirit cultivation could be considered lost. He did not know the origin of the nether fire, but it was extremely tyrannical, burning away his entire left leg in just a few breaths, leaving Little Wei Yuan no time to even attempt a rescue. However, the short blades were now lying within Little Wei Yuan's Dao Foundation; once he returned, he would have plenty of time to study them slowly.

At this moment, a palm-sized sprout atop Little Wei Yuan's head was flickering constantly, shedding rich vitality that flowed into his left leg. Meanwhile, a shadow-like leaf at its center was rotating slowly, seemingly observing this world.

Although the Seven-Marvel Treasure Tree was still a seedling, it was, after all, transformed from the fruit of life of the Seven-Marvel Treasure Tree, and its power of rebirth was extremely strong. Little Wei Yuan's new left leg was already growing, but it was not growing from small to large; rather, it was directly outlining the complete contour of the leg and then filling it in bit by bit.

In Little Wei Yuan's sensation, his left leg could only move slightly at this moment, and it had no strength at all.

This small mountain looked quite decent. Little Wei Yuan had just intended to rest on the spot and wait for his left leg to grow back when he suddenly felt something in his heart. He saw several figures outlined on the summit of another small mountain. The moment the Shaman woman appeared, she stared coldly at him, the killing intent in her eyes so thick it was almost overflowing.

Little Wei Yuan's heart tightened; this Shaman woman was truly like a lingering ghost—how could she always find him? He lowered his head to look and saw that there was still a bit of nether fire at the base of his leg that had not been completely extinguished, currently locked in a tug-of-war with his Dao power.

At this moment, Little Wei Yuan's Dao power still possessed a trace of the immortal tree's aura, but even this was unable to suppress the nether fire; it was even slightly inferior, and he could only rely on sheer quantity to wear the nether fire down bit by bit. The Shaman woman must have sensed this trace of nether fire to be able to track him from ten thousand miles away.

With a great enemy approaching, Little Wei Yuan was not afraid. He stood on one leg, and the immortal sword Sorrow appeared in his hand.

The power of this immortal sword was truly mediocre, only slightly stronger than the disgrace of immortal swords like Qing Si Yu. But if the Shaman woman were arrogant enough to come and attack, Little Wei Yuan would not mind letting her taste the true Sword Qi of Departure.

However, the Shaman woman stood quietly, neither approaching nor leaving.

Little Wei Yuan's heart sank slightly; he knew she was waiting for help. This Shaman woman had numerous methods and was quite difficult to deal with. Fortunately, he had used his own methods to snatch the pair of butterfly short blades first; this was equivalent to pulling out one of her claws, otherwise, it would be hard to say who would emerge the victor.

After a standoff of only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a mass of shadow suddenly appeared beside the Shaman woman. The shadow elongated and stretched, revealing a high-spirited and vigorous Shaman warrior.

His face was seven or eight parts similar to the human race, and by human standards, he was extremely handsome, possessing an overbearing aura that looked down upon the world, clearly surpassing even Cui Yu by a notch. Xiaoyu's beauty could surpass him by half a point, but in terms of overbearing grandeur, she was three points inferior.

Seeing him, Little Wei Yuan felt as if he were looking at a mountain range!

His Dao foundation's radiance was not apparent, yet everything around him was slightly distorted; the range of this distortion was fully several thousand zhang! Looking at him, Little Wei Yuan felt as if he were seeing the heavenly great stars that the teacher of Heaven and Earth Theory had spoken of in the past—those capable of pulling objects from hundreds of millions of miles away.

Little Wei Yuan immediately understood: this was a Great Shaman, and not an ordinary Great Shaman at that!

Little Wei Yuan immediately prepared to flee. A Shaman woman alone was already troublesome enough, and now there was an additional Great Shaman. If they were separated and fighting one-on-one, Little Wei Yuan might consider maneuvering a bit, but certainly not now, when he only had one and a half legs.

The Shaman warrior looked toward Little Wei Yuan, his expression surprisingly gentle, completely devoid of hostility or killing intent; on the contrary, there was mostly curiosity.

But Little Wei Yuan would not be deceived by him; he was already considering whether to return to his original realm immediately. This place was quite far from where he had buried his mark; after returning to his original realm, the next time he came, he would still appear underground, and the probability of being discovered would be quite low.

Just as Little Wei Yuan was pondering his retreat, an object suddenly flew over like lightning, heading straight for his face!

Little Wei Yuan casually slashed the thing down with his sword, and it actually emitted a metallic "clang." After the object landed, it struggled desperately, constantly emitting a buzzing sound.

What Little Wei Yuan had slashed down was actually a huge insect, a full basin in size, shaped like a wasp magnified several dozen times. Its body was covered in scales, shimmering with a metallic luster. On its back were two rows of small green eyes that kept rotating.

After being struck by the immortal sword, white-gold flames ignited on its body, and it spun in place in pain. Little Wei Yuan slashed open its back with one sword, cutting off a wing and leaving a deep wound.

Was even a single insect in the Nether Cold Realm this troublesome? Although Sorrow was nothing special, it was still built on the foundation of an immortal sword, equivalent to a human-rank Dao Foundation. How could such a sword strike not even kill a single insect?

Little Wei Yuan had originally thought this was a method released by his opponent, but when he took the time to look, he saw the Shaman woman's expression change drastically, waving her blade to slash down one huge fly after another. The number of flies on that side was clearly even greater.

That Great Shaman's demeanor remained calm, but he did not stand idly by this time; instead, he worked together with the Shaman woman and the Shaman warrior to begin constructing a protective shelter on the spot.

Seeing their actions, Little Wei Yuan suddenly remembered something. He exerted his full vision and looked toward the direction from which the flies were coming. He saw a black tide appearing on the horizon in the extreme distance, with countless flying insects coming in a sky-covering, earth-smothering manner.

This was one of the natural disasters of the Nether Cold Realm: the Fly Heaven!

Little Wei Yuan cursed Dream-Eater in his heart, cursing very viciously. He had clearly used a weather-forecasting spell before coming here, and the result was no wind and no rain, yet a Fly Heaven had arrived? And when talking about natural disasters, Dream-Eater had never mentioned that these flies were each two feet long!

The Nether Cold flies had very special habits; they generally would not attack buildings, only living creatures, devouring their Primordial Spirits. Moreover, they came and went like the wind and never stayed in one place, so the Shaman tribe also had a fixed method for dealing with Nether Cold flies: the first thing to do was to build fortifications.

The fortifications did not need to be particularly sturdy, but at least they had to withstand the impact and climbing of the fly swarm; otherwise, once they collapsed amidst the swarm, even a Great Shaman would be doomed.

On the mountain peak over there, the Shaman woman and Shaman warriors took out one fortification component after another and began to build.

All components were refined magic tools that could be taken out and used at any time. However, there was a limit to the number of magic tools that could be refined into a Primordial Spirit, limited by the strength of the Primordial Spirit and the Dao Foundation. Each of these Shaman women and Shaman warriors could take out three large components, which was considered quite good cultivation.

But refining these components into the Primordial Spirit would occupy the space of true magic tools, significantly affecting combat power. Among the cultivators of the Grand Void Palace, such as Xiaoyu and Behind Bao Yun, not even supreme-rank magic tools were refined into their Primordial Spirits, precisely to reserve space for future magic treasures. The Shaman tribe members were skilled in their methods, and the component design was also quite reasonable. In the blink of an eye, they had built a protective shelter one zhang square and half a zhang high. Once the shelter was built, all the Shamans filed inside, including the Great Shaman with the mountain-like aura, and then locked the door tight.

It was just that the protective shelter was truly too small, and it became packed full inside instantly.

Seeing one huge Shaman tribe member after another disappear into the tiny protective shelter, Little Wei Yuan inexplicably thought of a thing called canned goods that Xu Wenwu had mentioned.

Inside the protective shelter, the Shaman woman stared at Little Wei Yuan, who was still standing there blankly, and said hatefully, "To let him be bitten to death by the cold flies just like that, it's really letting him off too easily!"

The Great Shaman leaned against a corner. Although all the Shamans were squeezing against each other, trying their best not to touch his Dharma body, he still had no room to turn around. Looking at Little Wei Yuan, who was still standing there dazed, Shengxin said with slight regret, "Cold flies are the way this world cleanses outsiders. He clearly doesn't understand protection yet; I'm afraid he's doomed. Sigh, the realm will have one less interesting opponent in the future."

"Lord Shengxin, we already have enough enemies!" the Shaman woman said with some dissatisfaction.

Shengxin had an excellent temper and did not mind her offense, laughing, "That's true."

Another Shaman warrior laughed, "He is only one person; no matter what, he can't build protective fortifications. Now it's too late to run; he's dead for sure this time! Lady Hui Xin can also vent her anger."

The Shaman woman gritted her teeth, "It's still letting him off too easily."

At this moment, Little Wei Yuan also faced two choices: either return to his original realm immediately or try to survive and see just how terrifying the Fly Heaven was, while also seeing how the Shaman tribe dealt with it.

Seeing that the Shaman tribe had built the protective shelter and looked as if they were sitting securely on the fishing platform, Little Wei Yuan's expression suddenly changed. He felt the surrounding heaven and earth become viscous, as if he had been stuck in the Nether Cold Realm, and he was actually unable to return to his original realm!

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Did the places where the Nether Cold flies passed actually have the effect of sealing the heaven and earth? Little Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment; he couldn't leave now.

At this moment, Little Wei Yuan's thoughts were like lightning, and he had a decision in the blink of an eye. Isn't it just a protective shelter? Having built several cities in succession and read Xu Wenwu's insights, Little Wei Yuan already had his own understanding of architecture, blending the strengths of his original realm and the foreign realm.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a large, square, flat tripod appeared. He stuck it into the ground, and it became a low wall half a zhang long. Subsequently, Little Wei Yuan stuck down two more flat tripods, and they connected into a wall.

Another square-headed, three-legged flat tripod appeared in Little Wei Yuan's hand, which he stuck onto the tripod already placed. The three tripod legs inserted perfectly into the tripod mouth below, and with a light "click," they were locked together, seamless. Once this flat tripod was inserted, it became a normal wall one zhang high.

The light in Little Wei Yuan's hand flickered constantly, and one flat tripod after another appeared. In the blink of an eye, he had built four walls, and then he placed the flat tripods horizontally to form the roof. Four of the flat tripods forming the walls each had a corresponding gap; when pieced together, they became two windows less than a foot in size, only large enough for one fly to enter or exit. One window faced the fly swarm, and the other faced the Shaman tribe, so Little Wei Yuan could see what they were all doing.

A flat tripod was attached to each window; open, it was a window, and closed, it was a wall. Naturally, there had to be opening and closing components; this was slightly crude, just a few miniature immortal swords, Qing Si Yu, twisted together. There was a bolt on the window shutter, which was a five-story small pagoda. An immortal sword, Pseudo-Sun, was placed on the roof to dehumidify and provide light.

The entire house rose from the ground in a few breaths, and then light swept across its entire body, actually merging into one. It was all a part of Little Wei Yuan's Dao Foundation; he could mold it however he wanted.

Thus, in front of the Shamans, a stone house one and a half zhang square and one zhang high appeared, looking sturdy and thick at a glance, with warm light inside the windows. And such a large house was actually only for one person to live in!?

Little Wei Yuan's pair of eyes appeared behind the small window, observing the Shaman tribe.

Several Shaman tribe members were dumbfounded, and to their surprise, they were all heartbroken.

They would fight tooth and nail over who got to carry one more component and who got to refine one less, sometimes even needing the You Wu to step in to quell the disputes. Except for genius Shaman women like Hui Xin, the rest of the Shaman tribe needed more than two people to leave the kingdom, because even the components for the smallest protective shelter required six, which had to be refined into the Primordial Spirit by two Shaman tribe members.

If it were them in Little Wei Yuan's situation, they would wish they could only build a small box three feet square and two feet high, as long as it could hold themselves.

A Shaman woman wished she could pounce over and bite Little Wei Yuan a few times, saying viciously, "This dog definitely didn't build a floor!"

Including Hui Xin, all the Shaman warriors and Shaman women nodded in unison.

At this moment, the entire process of the Shaman tribe building the protective shelter flashed through Little Wei Yuan's mind, and he always felt he had ignored something. His divine sense was like lightning, and he instantly remembered that the Shaman tribe's first component was laid on the ground.

Looking at the muddy ground, Little Wei Yuan understood that a floor was missing, and the fortification was not completely sealed. This was easy to handle; it was just a movement of his mind, and the light flickered a few times, and a thick floor appeared under Little Wei Yuan's feet, with a carpet added on top.

Little Wei Yuan looked at the room and felt it was a bit empty, so he moved some stone tables and chairs out of his Dao Foundation and arranged them properly. There was even a tea set on the table, although the stone tea set looked a bit crude.

Everything was ready, only lacking melons and fruits. He wondered when the Laurel Immortal Branch would be able to bear a few fruits.

At this moment, the Shaman tribe members had already seen everything Little Wei Yuan had done through the window, and even Shengxin stopped smiling.

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