Ouyang Hua's voice was filled with bitterness.
Ouyang Hua's voice was filled with bitterness as he walked out from the valley. Although the ages of these people varied, they were all men and most of them had green liquid smeared on their bodies.
After Ouyang Hua appeared, he looked at Wang Lin, who was 10 steps away, with a complicated look in his eyes. He let out a sigh, respectfully bowed, and said in a servile tone, "Ouyang Hua, I didn't know you were a celestial. I'm willing to take responsibility for everything that happened before. I hope that celestial will remember the heavens and not destroy this formation. Otherwise, all of our tribe members will be exposed to the demonic spirits and become their food."
The 10 people behind Ouyang Hua all looked at Wang Lin with fear on their faces.
Wang Lin looked at them and raised his right hand. He formed a seal and pointed forward. Suddenly, ripples appeared in the air. These ripples were like a distorted canvas that slowly dissipated.
Without the ripples, the formation outside the valley immediately recovered. The speed at which the protective force dissipated immediately slowed down until it finally stopped.
Ouyang Hua finally let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Wang Lin with a complicated gaze that contained a hint of respect.
"Celestial, it's getting late. I'm afraid the night of the demonic spirits has arrived. Please come inside to talk."
Ouyang Hua quickly said. He bit the tip of his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood. With a wave of his hand, the drop of blood landed on the side of the valley.
Suddenly, it was as if a giant had awoken from its slumber. Immediately, rumbling sounds came from within the valley. At the same time, as the rumbling sounds grew louder and louder, the cliffs on both sides of the valley began to distort like a painting. Then, it was as if a pair of scissors had suddenly split it into two!
A straight path suddenly appeared from the valley, passed through Ouyang Hua's group, and stopped under Wang Lin's feet.
Ouyang Hua respectfully said, "Celestial, please!"
Wang Lin didn't waste any more words. There were too many things he needed to know about this place. Therefore, he took a step forward.
Inside the valley, there was a sense of hope. This place looked like a market among cultivators. There were countless simple houses, but there were no cultivator jade slips or magic treasures being sold in the market.
The environment inside the valley was quite elegant, and there were many trees. Although the sun was high in the West Mountain, it was still a stretch of green.
In a few houses, Wang Lin glanced over. His gaze penetrated the houses and saw several people hiding inside.
In almost every house, there were people hiding. These people were all women and children.
Their attire was not like that of men, which covered most of their bodies.
As for the children, some of them took advantage of the fact that their mothers weren't around to sneak a peek outside through the windows and the cracks in the doors. Their eyes were clear and flawless, revealing a strong sense of curiosity.
When Wang Lin saw this, he stopped.
Everything in front of him was too different from what he had imagined. Wang Lin frowned. Although he didn't care about good or evil and followed his heart, at this moment, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of shame.
With his mid stage Soul Transformation cultivation, he had spent a lot of effort to break the formation, but he didn't expect this to be a village!
Everyone here, aside from the old man named Ouyang Hua, were mortals … Wang Lin's divine sense swept the valley.
Ouyang Hua and the other tribe members saw Wang Lin suddenly stop and frown. Their hearts trembled, and some of the tribe members bit their lips and clenched their fists.
In their minds, this was their home. For this place, they could give up everything, including their lives!
Ouyang Hua quickly walked up and stood behind Wang Lin. He bitterly asked, "Supreme Celestial … You?"
Wang Lin turned around and his gaze swept past the people behind Ouyang Hua. With Wang Lin's intelligence, he naturally knew what these people were thinking.
Wang Lin pondered a bit before clasping his hands at the tribe members and softly saying, "Wang, sorry for disturbing you, but I won't be entering the valley!"
After he finished speaking, he touched his bag of holding and three jade bottles appeared in his hand. He threw them forward and the three jade bottles landed on the ground.
"These three jade bottles contain dozens of pills that have the effect of strengthening your foundation. This is my punishment for disturbing you, Wang." Wang Lin let out a sigh and shook his head as he walked out of the valley.
Ouyang Hua's eyes shined brightly like never before. He stared at the jade bottles and took a few steps forward to grab one. He opened it and took a deep sniff. His expression couldn't help but change, then he immediately put it away in his robe.
He turned around and spoke a few words to the tribe members behind him in another language. The tribe members all nodded, and some even revealed friendly smiles at Wang Lin and clasped their hands.
After Ouyang Hua finished speaking, the dozens of people scattered and returned to their own houses. Not long after, bursts of lively sounds could be heard.
Children ran out from the valley, laughing and playing. The women hiding in the houses also came out one by one.
In almost an instant, the valley was no longer empty and was filled with vitality.
Ouyang Hua walked up a few steps and said, "Supreme Celestial, please wait, please wait." His expression was very sincere.
Wang Lin didn't speak and stepped forward. He was about to leave the valley. He had already decided to leave this place and continue flying west. He wanted to see what mysteries this place had.
In particular, Wang Lin wanted to see the Ancient Demon City 30 million kilometers away.
As for asking about that person, Wang Lin wasn't interested. Those pairs of innocent eyes and those pairs of frightened eyes made Wang Lin think of a lot of things.
Ouyang Hua didn't dare to get too close and loudly said, "Supreme Celestial, tonight is the night of the demonic spirits. If you go out alone, no matter how powerful you are, you won't be able to fight against so many demonic spirits. How about you stay here? If you really want to leave, it won't be too late tomorrow!"
This was the second time Wang Lin had heard the words "night of the demonic spirits" from Ouyang Hua. He stopped and turned around to look at Ouyang Hua.
"What is the night of the demonic spirits?"
Ouyang Hua quickly said, "Supreme Celestial, this old man will tell you about this in detail. How about we go to my house?"
Wang Lin pondered a bit and nodded.
Ouyang Hua's house was in the northernmost corner of the valley. There were no other houses within 100 feet of this place, which made this place seem unusual.
This house was round and looked like a bun on the ground. It was mainly green and covered a large part of the house.
The size of the house was decent. There was a wooden bed, a wooden table, and chairs. There were also some random things around. There were some decorations on the wall, and in an inconspicuous place, there was a painting.
Standing inside the house, Wang Lin looked at the painting on the wall and silently pondered.
This painting was yellow and there were cracks at the corners. The entire painting was wrinkled, which was clearly caused by too much time.
The painting depicted a middle-aged man about four feet tall. He was wearing a strange robe and was looking into the distance as if he was thinking. His right hand was casually placed in front of his chest, forming a strange seal.
On the other side of the painting, which was where the man was looking, was the sky. There was a black fog in the sky, and there was a faint illusion inside.
However, this painting had been around for too long, so it wasn't very clear. There was no way to see what was inside the black fog.
Ouyang Hua stood respectfully to the side, following Wang Lin's gaze to the painting from time to time. There was a trace of admiration in his eyes for some reason.
"Since when did the array outside the valley exist?" Wang Lin's gaze remained on the painting. After a while, he slowly asked.
Ouyang Hua was silent for a while before he slowly said, "This formation has existed for far too long. No one remembers it a long time ago. From what I can remember, I only know that a person called Huang Long brought my ancestors and clansmen to this place countless years ago and settled here … It is said that this formation had already existed for countless years at that time."
"Is it this person?" Wang Lin's gaze was still on the painting.
"Yes, he is Exalted Immortal Huang Long!" The admiration in Ouyang Hua's eyes intensified.
"Huang Long … He really is Huang Long …" A strange light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. After a long time, he let out a sigh and gently rubbed his forehead with his right hand.
"Huang Long … What exactly is going on …" Wang Lin seemed to have forgotten about Ouyang Hua. His gaze never left the painting.
The man on the painting had a dignified appearance and a sage-like demeanor. There was also a sense of immortal energy around him. If someone said he was an immortal, they would definitely believe it.
"Huang Long …" Wang Lin's eyes were filled with confusion. This kind of gaze was extremely rare on Wang Lin!
Wang Lin's heart had always been firm, but the moment he entered this place and saw the painting on the wall, his origin soul suddenly trembled!
"How do you know his name is Huang Long?" Wang Lin asked after a long silence.
Ouyang Hua didn't quite understand this question. After hesitating for a moment, he carefully said, "Do … do you know Exalted Immortal Huang Long?"
Wang Lin's brows furrowed.
Ouyang Hua quickly said, "Everything I know was passed down by the ancestor. The name Enlightened Huang Long is also the same."
Wang Lin was silent. He looked at the painting with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes. His mind seemed to penetrate the East Demon Spirit Sea, penetrate the stars, penetrate the clouds, and go to his hometown … Suzaku.
His mind also penetrated the hundreds of years of history in the sect. He recalled the youth who walked out of the mountain village hundreds of years ago. He wasn't accepted by the immortals and was ridiculed by all the villagers … That youth went through many twists and turns and entered the sect under fate. That sect was called the Heng Yue Sect … There was no time, so he directly uploaded it. He finally made it in time.
After getting off the plane, he didn't stop writing. It was very tiring, but he finally found the feeling.