Chapter 59

“My great-grandmother was human—perhaps that’s why I can ascend on the human destiny whale.”

Snow Luo Sha made the connection.

He Zixuan nodded and said, “The barbarian races all speak of ancestral bloodlines returning—perhaps that’s why they weren’t restricted.”

Lu Fang looked up toward the distance and murmured, “Claiming to be gods?”

At that moment, a thunderous voice surged into the clouds: “War?”

The faded scroll suddenly pulled back! Before the god-people stood a middle-aged man with a black beard hanging to his chest.

He stood nine feet tall, his clothes tattered like a peasant’s, yet facing the thousand-zhang god-people, his back stood straight as if piercing heaven and earth.

On the plain below, countless humans stood tightly packed, chanting the name “Sui”—Sui was the middle-aged man, the leader who led humanity’s rebellion!

“If you wish to enslave us, demanding the sacrifice of my people every day—even gods—we will fight for humanity’s survival! We will fight for humanity’s descendants!”

Sui raised his arms and roared!

Tens of thousands of humans shouted in unison: “Fight for humanity’s survival! Fight for humanity’s descendants!”

“Insects!”

The god-people’s eyes were like ice, fixed on the screaming masses, cruelly curling their lips as they extended a finger and tapped lightly.

Boom!

Sui, at the front, was blasted backward by immense force; tens of thousands of humans were crushed into ash by overwhelming power!

This was the power of the god-people!

Sui wiped the blood streaming down his face and roared in fury, his thick eyebrows like curved blades.

Brilliant light from heaven and earth converged into a beam, striking him.

The earth cracked, magma erupted, and the air thickened as if slowing.

The god-people’s smile froze. With a thunderous crash, they fell from the sky, their face slamming into the Nameless Mountains.

They cried in terror: “The momentum of heaven and earth?”

“Gods? Insects?” Sui clenched his fists tightly and let out a long, sky-shaking roar.

Above the god-people, space twisted, rocks shattered—Boom! Hundreds of li cracked and sank beneath them; the god-people were crushed by the momentum of heaven and earth, their blood vessels bursting, blood gushing out, their eyes wide and vacant.

“You oppress my people? Gods? I will slaughter you too!”

Sui roared loudly!

The scene abruptly ended, like light-and-shadow butterflies dissolving into countless streams of radiance flying in all directions.

This was the relic of this ancient land!

Even as a mere trace, it left all who witnessed it drenched in cold sweat; after a long pause, Lu Fang blinked and said, “Did you all feel the suppression vanish?”

Everyone paused, stunned.

“The suppression really is gone.”

“You’re right—I wouldn’t have noticed if Wen Guan Hou hadn’t mentioned it.”

“So this is also an ancient land of humanity’s greats.”

“The ancient traces here seem different from the records. Recorded ancient traces usually involve entering a specific site, where the fortunate may witness and gain divine arts.”

He Zixuan frowned.

Wang Teng scratched his head. “The countless streams of light here turned into bubbles.”

Ancient lands rarely appeared in the Lesser Upper Realm; for a moment, no one could make sense of it.

Lu Fang leapt into the air, gazing far off, and spotted bubbles forming among the nearby mountains.

The smallest were as large as basketball courts; the largest nearly covered a kilometer.

Snow Luo Sha, also flying high, exclaimed in surprise: “Those countless streams of light have become bubbles! Come on—let’s go take a look!”

She flew off first.

By the time Lu Fang and the others reached the hill, Snow Luo Sha had vanished—only the transparent bubble remained before them.

Shui Yao called out twice, but received no reply.

Wang Teng reached out and touched the bubble; ripples spread across its surface—it was soft, yet unbreakable.

“Try sending a message to her.”

Lu Fang reminded them, summoned the Book Spirit Yan Chixia, and used a glowing little sword to strike the bubble—yet despite its fragile, film-like appearance, it refused to pierce.

Though transparent, its interior remained obscured, as if coated in mist.

Lu Fang had been watching closely when he arrived—he clearly saw Snow Luo Sha touch the bubble and step inside.

Now no one could enter—it was downright eerie!

Shui Yao used a transmission talisman—still no reply.

Just as Lu Fang was about to try the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, the semi-transparent bubble rippled—and Snow Luo Sha stepped out.

Her hands were caked in dirt, clutching a blood-red exotic herb; she cried out excitedly:

“I get it! These bubbles are the transformed remnants—this second-rank Blood Ginseng Herb is what I dug up inside!”

The moment she finished speaking—

The transparent bubble shattered!

Lu Fang raised an eyebrow. “Blood Ginseng Herb grows from the blood of high-level beings—could it have been nourished by the blood spilled in that ancient battle we witnessed?”

He Zixuan agreed:

“Likely so. It seems the remnants here grant rewards to the fortunate this way—perhaps these bubbles contain not just exotic herbs, but also ores and divine arts.”

“Exactly! Exactly!” Wang Teng slapped his thigh. “These bubbles vary in size—some transparent, some semi-transparent; the larger ones even look white.”

Hearing this, everyone grew eager.

Lu Fang looked at Snow Luo Sha, who was grinning foolishly, and asked: “Tell me exactly what happened just now.”

Snow Luo Sha beamed:

“I flew over, got curious, and touched the bubble—suddenly, I was pulled inside. The scene inside was just like this one.”

“But in a crack between the rocks, there was another bubble, about the size of a lantern—and inside it was this Blood Ginseng Herb.”

“So I dug it out.”

As she spoke, she rubbed her muddy fingers across her nose.

“Then how did you get out?”

Lu Fang frowned.

Snow Luo Sha wrinkled her nose as if he’d asked a stupid question, replying matter-of-factly:

“After I dug up the Blood Ginseng Herb, I looked around and saw nothing else, so I just walked back the way I came.”

He Zixuan frowned. “So you just touched the bubble again and came out? Could it be that only one person can enter each bubble?”

After all, no one else had entered despite touching the bubbles earlier.

“Let’s find another bubble and test it.”

Lu Fang’s suggestion was agreed upon; the group soon found another transparent bubble nearby—these basketball-court-sized ones seemed the most common.

Wang Teng, ever cunning, was the first to touch the bubble.

Before everyone’s eyes, he was sucked into the bubble.

They waited about fifteen minutes.

Wang Teng finally emerged, face green, dragging a scorpion half his height; he blurted out: “Who has an antidote for scorpion venom? I’ll pay top price!”

Lu Fang handed him an antidote pill and asked: “Were there still beasts inside?”

Wang Teng swallowed the pill, furious: “That scorpion was sneaky—I couldn’t find any exotic herbs, so I walked into the grass and got stung. And don’t say it—this thing’s hide is tough as nails.”