Chapter 864

Little Wei Yuan ran along with Extreme Dao-True Steel; the more they ran, the brighter Extreme Dao became, while Little Wei Yuan would only spray two puffs of immortal mist every long while.

Extreme Dao's four legs moved at high speed, running quite steadily, and he could even carry the dismantled ox on his back. Originally, he didn't want to bring the ox hide, but under Little Wei Yuan's strong request, he still carried all the materials.

Having spent a long time with Yu Zhizhuo, Sun Yu, and other cultivators of the Primordial Palace, under their subtle influence, Little Wei Yuan formed a belief that everything is useful, and the greater the quantity, the more useful it is. In this world, there are no useless raw materials, only processing technologies that need to be invented.

Ox hide, the most bulk material on an ox, gave Little Wei Yuan a mysterious premonition the moment he saw it; this might be another source of wealth.

Of course, the most bulk materials in the Wild Realm appeared to be a huge stone platform and the ubiquitous sand and soil. These sands don't need processing; filling them directly into shells makes the best shrapnel.

One man and one Shaman ran for hundreds of miles in one breath before reaching the foot of a small hill. A shallow pit was dug on the hillside, a stone slab was propped up above, and animal skins were spread on the ground, barely enough to fit Extreme Dao's huge body inside.

"Boss, this is my home." Extreme Dao pointed to that extremely crude place and said. This couldn't be called a cave, nor could it be called a den; it was just a pit with a lid.

Little Wei Yuan looked at the 'roof'; it was pieced together from four or five stone slabs, and there were quite a few gaps in the middle. Supporting the roof were animal bones; no wonder Extreme Dao wanted to bring the animal bones back.

"Boss, don't look at this place as crude; this is also what my dad and I risked our lives to piece together. The most valuable things are those few stone blocks; dad and I were both lucky and each found two.

Then there are the animal bones; only ox leg bones and vertebrae can be used as pillars. It's just that the animal bones will go bad after a period of time. The animal skins won't go bad, but they don't block the sunlight; they can only be used to pave the ground to prevent us from sinking in when we sleep and rest."

Little Wei Yuan lifted a square ox hide to block his head; sure enough, although he couldn't see the sunlight, the sunlight here wasn't just simple light; it still passed through the ox hide. And after passing through the ox hide, it changed its nature; shining on his body, Little Wei Yuan immediately felt something wrong inside his body; some flesh and blood died, while some flesh and blood began to grow wildly.

Extreme Dao was startled and hurriedly said: "Put the ox hide down! You'll die!"

Little Wei Yuan also realized the abnormality in his body, put down the ox hide, and said: "No wonder you didn't want to bring the ox hide."

"Yeah, if we criminals accidentally fall into the hands of the Shaman Hunters, there is a kind of torture, which is to cover us with animal skins and bake us in the sun. In a few days, the strongest Shaman will become a monster growing wildly, which is especially painful, but they can't die. At that time, the Shaman Hunter will release these monsters back into the Wild Realm, and they will attack everything they see."

Extreme Dao expressed this long paragraph entirely through true intent, which was very precise; it seemed to be a passage that had been tempered a thousand times.

"Who taught you that passage just now?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

"Do we Power Shamans need to be taught? Only you, this..." Extreme Dao said half a sentence and then switched back to true intent: "Dad taught me. He was afraid I would be curious and sleep on the animal skins."

Little Wei Yuan squeezed the soft inside of the ox hide and asked: "Can't this be eaten?"

Extreme Dao shook his head: "A 'weevil' is a 'weevil'... Dad said there are invisible fine needles inside, and if you eat too much, your body will be full of these needles. When there are too many needles, the Shaman dies."

Little Wei Yuan was thoughtful; it seemed that Extreme Dao's dead dad had quite extraordinary knowledge, but he wasn't very good at fighting and was gored to death by an ox; he was truly a waste.

At this time, Extreme Dao began to process the internal organs and beef, preparing to cook. Little Wei Yuan watched from the side, suppressing his intent to kill while chatting with him in Wild Tongue, slowly clarifying a corner of the Wild Realm.

The Great Wild Realm is different from the Ghost Cold Realm; the Ghost Cold Realm is the private domain of the Ghost Shamans, while the Great Wild Realm, although belonging to the Power Shamans, is designated as a place of exile for Shaman tribe felons, and Shamans of all tribes may be thrown in.

According to Extreme Dao, except for Power Shamans, other Shamans don't live long here.

Extreme Dao's dad was a Great Shaman at the perfection of the Dharma Form, and he was about to advance to a Spirit Shaman. It is said that before being exiled, he was also a somewhat famous figure among Spirit Shamans, but after being thrown into the Great Wild Realm, he became weaker and weaker, and in less than a year, he died under the hooves of a Molten Ox.

Only Power Shamans have strong bodies; here, their bodies are ravaged by sunlight from the inside out, flesh and blood being destroyed while growing, which is actually an extremely domineering way of body forging. Only the bodies of genius Power Shamans can withstand this ravaging and gradually become strong.

Over a million years, Power Shamans gradually began to take root in the Wild Realm, and the Shaman arts they practiced were constantly adjusted to adapt to the requirements of using the Wild Realm for body tempering.

"Do Wild Shamans have tribes or cities here?"

Extreme Dao said: "There is a Heavenly Shaman sitting here all year round; for the past five hundred years, the one on rotation has been Lord Nine Days. We Power Shamans have a city here, named Extreme Tiancheng, and Lord Nine Days lives in the city.

But I've only been there once; at that time, I was sent in as a seed from the tribe to practice, so I entered the Wild Realm directly from Extreme Tiancheng. But it's different now; as long as I get close to Extreme Tiancheng, I might be caught by the Power Shamans."

"What crime did you commit?"

Extreme Dao was silent for a moment before saying: "I returned from training in the Wild Realm, and after I went back, I discovered that my sister and wife had been snatched away by the City Lord of Rock City!

That old quail egg didn't know where he heard of their beauty and actually took action while I was away. After I returned, I went to reason with him, having already lowered my voice as much as possible, but he... he actually said I roared at him! Then he summoned guards to beat me up and threw me into the Wild Realm."

This is a sad story, which also happens from time to time in the human world. Little Wei Yuan sighed and asked: "Is your sister very beautiful?"

"Not as beautiful as my wife, but she is very young, only over eighty years old this year, and has only been married three times. How could that old turtledove be worthy of her? And my wife..."

Extreme Dao fell into memory and said distractedly: "... She has seven arms, two growing on the back of her head, and each one is different..."