There were many third Firmament demons. The environment was harsh, and war was everywhere.
They adhered to the law of the jungle for thousands of years, the survival of the fittest.
In short, they didn't need any reason to kill you!
The humans here were like primitive people, living in remote mountains and forests.
For thousands of years, they formed tribes of all sizes in order to survive.
They wore beast skins and cultivated body tempering techniques that had been passed down since ancient times.
Although thousands of years had passed, they lacked resources and were hunted by demons. It was very difficult for a peerless cultivator to appear among them.
The Mi Zhu Mountain Range was in the desolate west of the third Firmament. The land there was red.
As far as the eye could see, there were thousands of miles of scarlet land.
The Qianshan tribe had never settled down in the third Firmament.
In the memories of this generation of youths, they had been constantly migrating with their parents since they were young. They had been on the migration path since they were born.
When they could remember, their parents told them that their grandfathers were also born on the migration path.
In less than a hundred years, only two hundred people were left of the hundreds of thousands of clansmen.
Helpless, they walked to the Mi Zhu Mountain Range and dug a hole to live.
Patriarch Ren Qianshan was 120 years old. His cultivation level was only at the peak of the Saint realm.
There was no need to mention the other clansmen. Very few of them could cultivate to the Saint realm.
"Time to eat!"
When it was time to eat, a large group of teenagers came to the dining table with laughter.
On the table were red earth worms dug out from the mountains.
Although these worms were edible, they produced neurotoxic toxins in the human body that numbed the nerves.
If one ate too much of it, they would lose their minds and become crazy.
However, there was a herb called hemp leaf that could cure this poison.
However, there were too few of them. They could only be found in dark places.
Although their lives were abnormally poor, the children didn't feel bitter at all.
Their faces were full of smiles.
The happiest day of the day was when they ate together.
Each child had a wooden box of worms and a dozen hemp leaves for their breakfast.
The children with sallow faces and skinny bodies stared at the worms in the wooden box with shining eyes and saliva dripping from their mouths.
Patriarch Ren Qianshan looked at these pitiful children who didn't know sorrow and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
It was getting harder and harder to survive.
When he was young, there were still Immortal State seniors living in the clan.
Although their lives were quite difficult, they could often eat the meat of demonic beasts and wild fruits in the forest.
They also had time to cultivate.
But now, the old seniors had all been killed by the Demon race.
They had already fallen to the point of not being able to fill their stomachs.
"Sigh!"
The old patriarch sighed in his heart and forced a smile. "Children, clansmen, let's eat!"
Huala!
As soon as Ren Qianshan finished speaking, the children frantically grabbed the worms and stuffed them into their mouths …
The other sensible youngsters, as well as their fathers, remained silent.
He swallowed the worm and swallowed his tears.
At this rate, they would starve to death even without the Demon Race coming to encircle them.
Although this place was desolate, there was no guarantee that it would not be discovered by the small demons of the Demon Clan.
Boom!
Just as the adults were swallowing with difficulty and the children were enjoying the food, Tang Wulin suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside the cave.
"Not good!
It's the voice from the guards. "
The old patriarch's expression changed and he stood up abruptly.
"Children, don't come out. Everyone else, follow me outside to take a look!"