The scorching sun shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the Great Wilderness. Although the sun was shining brightly, it did not give people the slightest sense of warmth.
Inside the cliff, the sunlight turned into a waterfall of light, dazzling the eyes, making it impossible to see beyond ten feet.
Right now, it was the time when the Baleful Qi at the end of the moon was at its densest. Martial artists below the Blood Refining Realm would find it difficult to take even a few steps forward before their bodies would be corroded by the omnipresent Baleful Qi. Their flesh and blood would be reduced to bones.
"Let's go!"
A moment later, Xiao Chen no longer hesitated and lightly patted the Celestial Horse's head, motioning for it to move forward.
However, for the little colt that cultivated the Dao of Yang, it seemed to instinctively reject the coldness in the crack of the cliff. It sneezed a few times and shook its big golden head. Sparks immediately flew in all directions, and a thin layer of golden flames appeared on the surface of its body. Only then did it flap its wings and enter the crack.
Only today did Xiao Chen discover that the crack in this cliff was very long. With every step he took, he could feel the sharpness of the crack. It was hard to believe that even after tens of thousands of years of erosion, the baleful aura in this place had not dissipated.
Even in this boundless Evil Qi, Xiao Chen could feel a trace of immortal will mixed within, but there was no trace of spirituality.
Xiao Chen understood that this Venerable who had casually created this giant cliff was also an existence who had comprehended Martial Will, but he did not know how far he had gone. But right now, the tribe was the most important thing, and it would not be too late to comprehend it in the future.
Just as Xiao Chen passed through the crack, about three hundred li away from the cliff …
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The Que Yue Tribe was a scattered tribe of the human race. This kind of scattered tribe could not even be called a tribe, but a human settlement.
Even if one looked at the entire Great Wilderness, there were countless human battalions, but most of them were scattered tribes.
As the lowest ranked tribe, the Que Yue Tribe could only live in the outermost area of the Fallen Dragon Ridge. There were very few people in the tribe, and they could not form their own protective army. There were also very few experts in the tribe, and the strongest was only a Tempered Bone Realm martial artist. If placed in a lower ranked battalion, he would only be a centurion.
But how could the Great Wilderness be stable? The Que Yue Tribe was small and weak, and such a tribe could be said to be in danger of being exterminated at any time.
The entire Que Yue Tribe's population was less than two thousand, and this number had been maintained for several years. The cruelty of the Great Wilderness had limited the Que Yue Tribe's development. Over the past hundred years, the entire Que Yue Tribe had been maintained at this number.
The walls of the village were built with bluestones that could be found everywhere in the Wasteland. The walls were over a hundred feet tall, with rough lines. Inside the village, which was less than a mile in area, were mostly old and weak people, women and children, who were busy working. A small amount of beast meat was dried under the eaves.
As the saying goes, those who rely on the mountain rely on the mountain, and those who rely on the water draw water. Since the Royal Moon Scattered Tribe was located right next to a swamp, they naturally needed to obtain a source of income from the swamp.
The meat of this Que Yue Beast was delicious and contained a trace of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. For an ordinary martial artist, they could directly absorb this Yuan Qi into their body. Because of this, many tribes would come here all year round to barter for food. This was also an important source of livelihood for the Que Yue Tribe.
At this moment, above the Que Yue Swamp, there was a kind of wooden raft made from the branches of the Jade Water Tree. This kind of raft allowed people to travel through the swamp.
More than ten men of the Que Yue Tribe were standing on the wide wooden raft. Each of them was holding a stone spear in their hands. At this moment, these youths were listening to the martial artists of the tribe explaining to them how to hunt down the Que Yue Qilin Beasts.
"The Que Yue Qilin Beasts are very cunning. Moreover, the mud of the swamp gives these cunning beasts the geographical advantage. With the help of the suction of the mud, these Que Yue Qilin Beasts are much stronger than us. Moreover, it is not easy to discover them. Therefore, if you want to catch these Que Yue Qilin Beasts, you must first learn to protect yourselves. You cannot give them the slightest chance. Otherwise, if the Que Yue Qilin Beasts sneak attack you and you fall into the swamp, not even your bones will be left!"
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man. He was tall and sturdy. His name was Que Yueming. His other identity was the younger brother of the Que Yue Tribe's patriarch. He was also the second strongest expert of the entire Que Yue Tribe.
"If you want to hunt, you must first protect yourselves. Every year, hundreds of our tribesmen are dragged into the swamp by these beasts. Therefore, you must first protect yourselves before you go hunt the Que Yue Qilin Beasts!"
Que Yueming's voice sounded again. There was a trace of pain in his eyes. This was the transition between the hunter and the prey. To put it bluntly, it was the law of the jungle. This swamp had brought too much pain to the Que Yue Tribe.
However, they were unable to leave this swamp and migrate to other places. Even if there were casualties, the entire Que Yue Tribe could continue to reproduce. This was a kind of helplessness.
The swamp was the reason for their success. However, the swamp was also the reason for their failure. The Que Yue Tribe's population was too small. They lacked a foundation. They didn't have enough resources and high-grade martial arts manuals. This had caused the tribesmen to lose the possibility of advancing their martial arts further.
The entire Que Yue Tribe only had one martial arts manual that could barely be considered as a low-grade human step martial arts manual. As for other martial arts techniques, they only had a few. If they wanted the tribe to develop and grow stronger, they would need to accumulate knowledge from generation to generation. They didn't want to rely on other tribes. However, no tribe was willing to accept them.
Looking at the solemn expression on Que Yueming's face, the youths revealed a firm look. They had lived a difficult life. They had already experienced the difficulties of surviving in the Great Wilderness. For the entire Que Yue Tribe, these dozens of youths were the hope of the tribe's future.
"My Que Yue Tribe has moved to this swamp. After hundreds of years, it can be said that we have discovered some ways to deal with the Que Yue Qilin Beasts. Now, I will pass these techniques to you!"
Que Yueming was also very serious in teaching these youths some skills so that they could try their best to survive in this dangerous world.