Creation and immortality: I can manifest endless talents

As they advanced, Gu Yang and his team gradually moved away from the center of the Cistanche tribe and headed towards the border of the territory.

The patrol leader walked in front, his steps steady and calm. He knew this land well, and every stone and every tree seemed to be telling him a story.

They passed through a dense woodland, and the sun shuttled through the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows. Occasionally, the footsteps of small animals sounded in the woods, and then quickly disappeared in the dense grass.

Gu Yang's team members looked around vigilantly, but the patrol leader always maintained a calm attitude, as if he had absolute confidence in everything around him.

Five days later, they came to an open area, where the terrain was relatively flat and the vision was also broadened.

The patrol leader stopped and turned back to Gu Yang and the team and said, "This is the border of the Cistanche territory. Further ahead is the no-man's land with other neighboring races. We must remain vigilant and try to avoid conflicts with other races."

Gu Yang nodded and signaled the team members to keep in formation and not to disperse easily. They continued to move forward, and everyone's eyes became more focused, and the weapons in their hands were ready to deal with possible emergencies at any time.

After walking for about an hour, a stream appeared in their sight. The stream water was clear and the streamside was full of various flowers and plants. The patrol leader signaled everyone to take a break here and check their equipment to make sure everything was in the best condition.

During the break, Gu Yang walked to the stream, bent down and scooped up some water, feeling the coolness of the water.

He thought to himself that the harmonious coexistence of the Cistanche and nature is not only reflected in their lives, but even every drop of water and every grain of sand on this land seems so pure and flawless.

Just as the team was about to set off again, the patrol leader's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stretched out his hand to signal everyone to keep quiet. Gu Yang and his team members quickly went on alert and observed their surroundings nervously.

Soon, there was a rustling sound from the bushes ahead, as if something was approaching. The patrol leader whispered, "Be prepared, there may be uninvited guests."

Gu Yang clenched his weapon, and the team members were ready to fight. However, when the figure in the bushes finally appeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that the visitors were not enemies, but a group of children from the Cistanche tribe. They looked at Gu Yang and his team curiously, with a hint of fear in their eyes, but more of curiosity and excitement.

The patrol leader walked up and spoke softly to the children in the language of the Cistanche tribe. Gu Yang looked at this scene, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He understood that whether adults or children, the Cistanche people's love for this land is so deep.

After the conversation, the patrol leader returned to the team and explained to Gu Yang: "They are children from a small village nearby who ran out to play privately. I have told them that they should go back to the village. It is too dangerous for them here."

After a while, the children left reluctantly, and Gu Yang's team continued on the road ahead.

Soon, they passed through the border area of ​​the Cistanche tribe and entered a chaotic area.

Gu Yang knew that this might be the most difficult part of their journey, but he also believed that as long as they were united, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

The sun gradually set in the west, and Gu Yang and his team continued to move forward step by step towards the future adventure under the leadership of the patrol leader.

Behind them, the land of the Cistanche tribe gradually faded away, but the memories and teachings there will always accompany them and become an indelible mark in their hearts.

After saying goodbye to the patrol leader of the Cistanche tribe, the team continued to move forward. Between the swaying shadows of the trees, a hint of ominous breath spread in the air.

Gu Yang silently condensed a dark golden long knife in his hand, his eyes were firm and alert. Helian Feng's eyes suddenly stared at the front, and his gestures told everyone to keep silent and slow down.

They passed through a loose bush and came to a hill with slightly higher terrain.

An elder of Canglong Island motioned everyone to stop, put his ears close to the ground, and tried to capture more information. Gu Yang and the team members followed suit, but they heard nothing except their own heartbeats and breathing.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew, bringing the faint sound of horse hooves in the distance. The patrol leader's face changed, and he immediately gave instructions to let the team hide on the back of the hill.

After a while, a group of figures wearing rough leather armor appeared in their sight. They held scimitars and hung various messy items around their waists. They were obviously a group of foreign bandits who made a living by robbery.

The members of these foreign bandits were all tall and mighty, and their skin was earthy yellow and covered with rough scars.

Their hair was unkempt, their eyes were fierce, and their sharp teeth were exposed outside their lips, as if they were ready to tear their prey apart at any time. Their noses were flat and wide, and they made a low sound when they breathed, like hungry beasts.

Seeing these foreign races, Helian Feng frowned and whispered to Gu Yang: "These bandits are from the nearby Fang tribe."

Seeing this, Gu Yang's heart tightened. He knew that the Fang tribe was known for its cruelty. Once they were discovered, there would be a fierce battle, and there was no possibility of a peaceful solution.

He quickly sent a look to the team members, signaling them to disperse quietly and use the terrain advantage of the hill to ambush.

The team members acted in tacit agreement and quickly followed Gu Yang's instructions. They hid in the bushes or behind rocks, holding their weapons tightly, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

The bandits seemed to be searching for something, their eyes were greedy and cunning, and they exchanged signals from time to time. Suddenly, one of them seemed to have discovered something and pointed to the direction where Gu Yang and his team were hiding.

Helian Feng responded immediately, and he signaled the team members to prepare for battle. Gu Yang and his team members quickly jumped out of hiding and formed a battle formation.

The bandits were stunned for a moment, but soon their stunned expression turned into wild laughter. They obviously did not take Gu Yang and his team seriously.

"It seems that we have another fat sheep delivered to our door today!" The bandit leader grinned, waved the scimitar in his hand, and rushed up first.

Gu Yang did not hesitate at all. He knew that in this situation, only preemptive strikes could survive. He shouted and waved his knife to meet them. As the knife flashed, Gu Yang's knife tip accurately stabbed the bandit leader's throat.

Seeing this, other bandits roared and joined the battle. Gu Yang's team members also showed their magical powers, and their fighting skills were fully demonstrated at this moment.

Gu Yang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his figure was erratic like a ghost on the battlefield. Although the dog-toothed bandit leader was fierce, he seemed clumsy and powerless in front of Gu Yang's nearly perfect swordsmanship.

The bandit leader waved his scimitar, trying to break the opponent's trick with force, but Gu Yang's dark golden long sword seemed to have life, always at the most critical moment, lightly avoiding the opponent's attack, but leaving blood marks on the bandit leader's body.

The intensity of the battle exceeded everyone's expectations. In the dust, the figures of Gu Yang and the bandit leader intertwined, forming a thrilling picture.

The bandit leader roared angrily, and his eyes revealed a light of unwillingness. He knew that his strength was not inferior, but facing Gu Yang's swordsmanship that was like a god descending from heaven, he felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

However, Gu Yang did not give him any breathing space. His long sword shone brightly in the sun, and every swing was full of thunder and lightning.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Gu Yang's long sword pierced directly into the chest of the bandit leader like a broken river.

The bandit leader's eyes dimmed instantly, and his body began to fall slowly, and the scimitar fell to the ground weakly, making a dull sound. Gu Yang retracted his long sword, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, as if everything that had just happened was just a routine for him.

The surrounding bandits fell into chaos when they saw their leader fall. Their eyes were full of fear, and they no longer had the fierceness and arrogance before. Gu Yang's team members took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack and defeated the group of bandits one by one.

The battle was over soon, and Gu Yang stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of the bandits and abandoned weapons. Some of the team members gathered around, and their faces showed awe of Gu Yang.

Gu Yang stood in the center of the battlefield and took a deep breath. He knew that in this chaotic area where no one was in charge, every step might encounter unknown dangers.

But his eyes were firm, and he had no intention of retreating. He turned to the team and said in a firm voice: "Pack up and let's move on."

The team members acted quickly. Some of them cleaned up the battlefield, some treated wounds, and some were on guard around to prevent accidents. Gu Yang stood aside, with a sharp gaze, examining the surrounding environment and looking for the best way forward.

Soon, the team regrouped, and Gu Yang waved his hand, indicating that they should continue to set off. They walked along a winding path, the terrain became more and more rugged, and the surrounding vegetation became sparse.

After walking for about half an hour, it was getting dark, and Gu Yang decided to camp in a hidden valley to rest. According to Gu Yang's instructions, the team members quickly set up tents and started a bonfire.

Although this is a no-man's land, Gu Yang and his team are experienced warriors who know how to survive in the wild.

As night fell, the campfire was jumping with warm flames in the darkness. The team members sat around the fire and shared dry food and water. Gu Yang stood aside, his eyes looking through the fire into the darkness in the distance, thinking about the next action.

At this moment, a team member suddenly moved his ears and signaled everyone to be quiet. Gu Yang immediately became alert. He signaled the team members to extinguish the campfire and hide. Their movements were swift and silent, and they soon blended into the darkness around them.

Gu Yang climbed up a small mound silently, his eyes scanning the surroundings sharply. In the moonlight, he saw a group of figures approaching their camp quietly.

These figures were wearing dark clothes and had light steps. They were obviously a group of well-trained stalkers. Gu Yang's heart trembled. He knew that these people were not good people. They might be spies or thieves of other races.

Gu Yang quietly returned to the team and whispered a few words to Helian Feng. Then, they quickly developed a response plan. The team was divided into several groups and quietly surrounded the stalkers.

After all, here, no matter who you are, all races must follow one principle, killing and plundering.

This is the land of chaos.

Gu Yang's eyes were like ice, his gestures were calm and decisive, and the team members moved like ghosts in the dark, silently approaching the stalkers.

Their movements were skillful and coordinated, and everyone knew their mission. This was a tacit understanding forged from countless life-and-death struggles.

The stalkers obviously didn't realize that they had fallen into a trap. They slowly approached the extinguished campfire, as if looking for the traces of prey. But they didn't know that the real hunters were quietly surrounding them.

Gu Yang gave the signal to attack, and a low owl cry sounded in the night sky, which was the code agreed upon by the team. In an instant, a carefully planned ambush began.

The team members poured out from all directions, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the moonlight. The stalkers were caught off guard. They tried to resist, but were soon suppressed.

Gu Yang personally dealt with the leader of the stalkers. His long knife drew beautiful arcs in the night, and every swing was accompanied by a killing intent that left no room for maneuver. Although the stalker leader was extraordinary, he could only retreat under Gu Yang's knife.

After a while, the stalkers were completely killed, and their equipment and items they carried were searched one by one by the team members. Gu Yang stood aside, looking at the spoils like an eagle.

They found a lot of precious medicinal materials, gold and silver treasures, and some strange artifacts. Obviously, these stalkers also gained a lot in the chaotic land.

Gu Yang ordered the team members to put these things away. These materials will be of great help to their next journey.

After the search, Gu Yang began to let the team members clean up the battlefield and deal with all the bodies of the stalkers.

As for the treasures and money, they were all stored in the space rings they carried.

Gu Yang's team did not suffer too much loss in this battle. They became more united and powerful under Gu Yang's leadership. They re-ignited the bonfire and continued to rest to reserve strength for the upcoming more difficult journey.

Late at night, Gu Yang sat by the fire, his eyes cast on the blazing flames, thinking silently in his heart.

He knew that every step in the chaotic land was full of variables, but he also had a firm belief. He believed that as long as they were united, nothing could stop them from moving forward. (End of this chapter)