Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

The Changping Grassland, three hundred miles from the border of Fengmo Country, was covered with lush wild grass and flourishing wildflowers, making it a favorite grazing spot for nearby farmers.

The Changping Grassland did not belong to any country, but it was home to hundreds of nomadic tribes.

Every year, these tribes would fight to the death over the most fertile land on the grassland.

This year, the snow melted late, and the grass had only just begun to grow, but the war between the tribes had already quietly begun.

In the very center of the Changping Grassland was the most fertile area, with lush vegetation and abundant water sources, which had always been the most desirable grazing area for all the tribes.

But the smaller tribes all knew that this was the territory of the Zha Da chieftain, the overlord of the Changping Grassland, so to avoid trouble, no one had dared to come here to compete for territory for more than a decade.

However, prosperity and decline, honor and disgrace, were the way of things, and so, starting three years ago, a tribe called Lin Ma suddenly rose up in the western part of the Changping Grassland.

They developed extremely rapidly, advancing from the very edge to the center of the Changping Grassland in just a few years, and their tribe had grown to several thousand people.

And this year, they finally planned to challenge the ancient hegemony...the Zha Da tribe.

Faced with the provocation of a new opponent, the Zha Da tribe, who inherited the blood of the grassland wolf, naturally had to retaliate.

But unfortunately, their chieftain, Old Zha Da, was too old, and he caught a cold when the snow mountain melted, and had not been able to get out of bed for more than three months. He coughed incessantly every day, and it was said that he had coughed up blood the day before yesterday, which inevitably made the tribesmen worry about his health.

It seemed that Old Zha Da would not be able to lead the army to attack.

Actually, this would not have been a problem, because Old Zha Da also had a son named Merlin Zha Da.

This Merlin Zha Da had been brave and good at fighting since he was a child, and he was born with divine power. When he was only ten years old, he had single-handedly slaughtered a wild bear more than two people tall, and was regarded by the people in the tribe as the only candidate for the next chieftain.

However, although Merlin Zha Da was brave, he was not resourceful, because he was often praised for his great strength, so his self-confidence became more and more inflated, and he kept challenging heavier and larger boulders. While the onlookers cheered, it also satisfied his proud vanity.

So, over time, no one dared to try again, and the long knife lost its original luster and was placed in a corner, covered in rust, becoming a ceremonial object that could be seen but not used!

But Merlin Zha Da did not believe in this evil, and a month ago, he summoned the tribesmen to watch him lift the long knife, hoping to establish a higher prestige.

The people were also very much looking forward to it, because if he really succeeded, then the reputation of the Zha Da tribe would be even more widely spread.

But an unexpected scene appeared. The infinitely powerful Merlin Zha Da was actually helpless in front of this long knife.

Although he had tried very hard, and his face had turned red because of it, but unfortunately, the heavy long knife seemed to have taken root, and was firmly stuck on the ground without moving.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding tribesmen began to stir, whispering in private, wondering if he could do it?

These whispers of doubt, of course, reached Merlin Zha Da's ears, which made him, who was so fond of boasting, suddenly feel ashamed and indignant.

In order to prevent the crowd from doubting his ability, Merlin Zha Da went all out, burning all the power in his body, and trying to lift the long knife.

Finally, the long knife, which had not moved for hundreds of years, suddenly shook.

When the people saw this, they were all surprised, and everyone called out Merlin Zha Da's name with excited faces, regarding him as a hero in the Zha Da tribe.

It was not without a price to shake this long knife. A trace of blood began to flow from Merlin Zha Da's eyes, ears, and nose, indicating that he had reached his limit.

When the Zha Da tribesmen saw this, they also persuaded Merlin Zha Da to give up, saying that being able to shake the long knife was already the greatest achievement in hundreds of years.

But Merlin Zha Da at this time would not give up, because he would not allow himself to just shake the long knife. He wanted to lift the long knife higher, in order to show his strength.

So Merlin Zha Da shouted again, his veins bulging, and slowly lifted the long knife upwards.

But unfortunately, something happened. Just as the long knife left the ground by only an inch, Merlin Zha Da's eyes widened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his body slowly fell backwards.

And when the tribesmen came to check, they found that he had died.

When he learned that Merlin Zha Da was dead, Old Zha Da, who was already physically weak, was immediately stimulated and fell on the bed and fainted.

And when he woke up again, it was three days later, but from then on, Old Zha Da's body became weaker and weaker.

The Lin Ma tribe had precisely seen this point, and finally decided to go to war with the Zha Da tribe to compete for the most fertile area in the center of Changping Grassland!

Tomorrow was the time agreed upon by both sides to start the war, but Old Zha Da was still lying in bed and could not get up, and the tribesmen in the tribe were also panicking.

"Grandfather, let me lead the army tomorrow! I will definitely defeat the greedy Lin Ma tribe!" A young man with just a mustache growing on his lips said solemnly in front of Old Zha Da's bed.

He was the son of the deceased Merlin Zha Da, and also the grandson of Old Zha Da...Tuolei Zha Da!

After hearing the young man's words, Old Zha Da coughed, and then shook his head and said, "Grandson, it's useless! Your father is already dead, and you are still young, not enough to fight against those jackal-like Lin Ma tribesmen, so let's not fight. I will send an envoy to declare that we surrender and give this grassland to them! Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Old Zha Da's body was indeed not good, and after saying these words, he coughed violently again.

When the young man saw this, he quickly stepped forward, patting his back while saying angrily, "Grandfather, I know all these things, but...but I just can't swallow this anger!"

A trace of unwillingness appeared in the young man's eyes.

Old Zha Da sighed after listening, and said helplessly, "I am also unwilling, but even if I am more unwilling, what is the use? Instead of wasting our tribe's strength in vain, it is better to withdraw temporarily. When you grow up in the future, we will take it back from the Lin Ma tribesmen."

"But grandfather, once we really withdraw, will those Lin Ma tribesmen let us go? They will definitely continue to harass us and rob us of our cattle and sheep. By that time, I am afraid that our Zha Da tribe will really be finished." A bitter smile appeared on the young man's face.

Old Zha Da's eyes could not help but become sad after listening.

He knew that what the young man said was right, but now, what else could he do?

And just when the grandfather and grandson were extremely sad, outside the tent, some Zha Da tribesmen suddenly exclaimed, "God...the gods...the gods are coming!"