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Sun Hui was called forward, a little nervous, unsure of what was going to happen.

Xuan Huang intended to inject the lingering, long-held mark of the Uncanny Blood into Sun Hui's body.

Then, Sun Hui would transmit it to the other three through a gory image.

This would trigger the Uncanny Corpse's pattern of killing through the Uncanny Blood mark.

However, this method was slow; after all, the Uncanny Corpse's previous method of killing took seven days.

Xuan Huang couldn't wait that long. As soon as the four of them saw the gory image, the Uncanny Blood mark would appear on them.

Xuan Huang planned to extract the Uncanny Blood mark again, just like before.

This way, the Uncanny Corpse would descend quickly.

Previously, to guard against the Uncanny Corpse's attack, Xuan Huang extracted the Uncanny Blood mark and quickly went to the Gui墟 world, severing the connection, making it impossible for the Uncanny Corpse to sense him and descend.

This time, he didn't plan to hide, waiting for the Uncanny Corpse to descend.

The Uncanny Corpse's location was in a sacred mountain in western Hunan.

This place was like hell. On its large, Bagua-shaped platform stood a rotten wooden coffin, inside of which was like a miniature world.

Inside, layers were distinct: floating crimson gas, a viscous black sea of blood, and land covered in green hair like a forest.

In short, this rotten wooden coffin was like a world.

At the center was a withered, emaciated giant corpse, with a blue face and fangs. Four dark iron chains bound the Uncanny Corpse by its limbs.

The source of the chains was four black iron nails hammered into the ground.

Looking closer, the Uncanny Corpse's exhaled breath was the crimson gas, the flowing blood was the viscous sea of blood, and the dense green hair constantly falling from its body was the forest within the coffin.

The slumbering Uncanny Corpse suddenly trembled, its withered yellow eyes snapping open.

These opened eyes were like bottomless abysses. Even though one of the eyes was almost dried up, its captivating gaze still made people tremble.

The crimson gas it exhaled began to fluctuate.

The fluctuation then began to spread, and the coffin began to tremble as well.

Until the crimson gas spilled out of the coffin, beginning to permeate the entire Bagua-shaped platform.

The Bagua platform began to vibrate slightly, and strands of hair-like threads began to shoot out from the bluestone of the platform.

It was as if the platform wasn't made of stone but was a gem emitting light.

“Crack!”

The trembling of the Bagua bluestone platform grew stronger and stronger. At this time, even the Uncanny Corpse inside the coffin began to stir restlessly.

Lacking intelligence, it let out a horrifying roar.

And on the other side…

Here was a continent composed of gas, floating with colorful, dreamlike gases of various kinds.

However, if one looked down, the continent, originally composed of gas, was constantly solidifying, as if transitioning from a gaseous to a liquid and solid state.

At the very center of the continent were three pillars of light, composed of seven-colored gases, soaring into the sky.

In terms of size, it would probably have to be measured in light-years.

This gaseous continent was like the base of these three giant pillars.

As for its size, it was difficult to measure.

However, it was clearly visible that the continent and the three divine pillars were constantly shrinking.

Not disappearing, but transitioning from a gaseous state to a liquid and solid state.

In the center of the liquid continent, beneath the three divine pillars, lived a kind of gaseous lifeform.

They called themselves the Kapok tribe, and the three divine pillars were called the Pillars of Creation.

Before the revival of the uncanny, it was indeed the cradle of stars. This gaseous continent and the divine pillars were where a star was born.

But after the merging of the myriad realms, the divine pillars no longer gave birth to stars but gradually transformed into a solid continent.

The three divine pillars were also changing their appearance, no longer being pillars supporting the sky but transforming into a giant tree.

Also a gaseous giant tree, somewhat like a banyan tree with a giant crown.

The Kapok tribe's people had the appearance of colorful gaseous forms. Their level of civilization was actually not high, still in a tribal state.

Although they had long lives, they lacked the spark of wisdom.

If it weren't for the merging of the myriad realms in the last hundred years, with the divine pillars transforming into the three ancestral spirits, intermittently teaching and baptizing them, they would still be in a drifting, aimless, psychedelic civilization.

At the foot of the three divine trees was an empty square.

The intelligent Kapok people began to gather under the summons of the three tribal elders.

The current Kapok tribe already had a division of classes and strengths, the difference being the crystal core at the center of their gaseous forms.

Coincidentally, the colorless, almost transparent ones corresponded to entry-level cultivators, the gray crystal cores corresponded to first-order cultivators, and the black crystal cores corresponded to second-order cultivators.

The leading first tribal elder, Kapok-Helawi, gazed at the crowd, then slowly said:

“According to the divine decree of the First Ancestral Spirit, the teleportation channel linked to the Sacred Land is about to open. The purpose of summoning everyone here is to dispatch an advance team. We need to understand the situation of the Sacred Land.”

As the first tribal elder Helawi finished speaking, the entire Kapok tribe fell into silence.

It was a silence of confusion, and also a slowness due to a lack of wisdom.

What the so-called Sacred Land was, they didn't know.

They only knew that the First Ancestral Spirit, who woke up intermittently, always mentioned the Sacred Land.

Saying that the Sacred Land was the place where the Qi Luck of the infinite universe converged, a stage for the myriad races to compete, a place that a race and civilization must strive for if they wanted to stand at the pinnacle of the myriad races.

After the entire myriad races' Great Universe merged, five great Sacred Lands would be born, each of which was the essence of the myriad realms' Great Universe.

A symbol of civilization, prosperity, and strength.

Because the First Ancestral Spirit could only recover intermittently and couldn't clearly inform them, they didn't understand much.

They only knew that the Sacred Land was the center of the myriad realms in the future.

If the Kapok tribe wanted to stand at the pinnacle of the myriad races, if they wanted to be strong and prosperous, they must occupy a place in the Sacred Land.

Not to mention the fusion of myriad realms, even the previous universe was boundless. Yet, there were only five holy lands in the entire universe, making them harder to find than a needle in the ocean.

Fortunately, the three progenitors, born sacred, were favored by the Great Universe and could intermittently receive some prophetic messages.

This allowed the Kapo tribe, with its nascent civilization, to learn about the existence of holy lands.

To be honest, the Kapo tribe, with its newly born civilization, possessed an arrogance stemming from its limited wisdom, believing that the Creation Continent they inhabited was the best place in the universe.

Initially, when the progenitors suddenly informed them of the existence of holy lands?

They were unable to accept it. How could there be a place better than their Creation Continent? This was difficult to accept.

Only in the last decade, as the progenitors awakened more frequently and transmitted more messages, did they slowly come to accept it.

Holy lands are the essence nurtured by the fusion of myriad realms, a gathering place of life with gaseous, solid, and oceanic states, surrounded by countless small spaces.

Their Creation Continent seemed vast, but it was merely a gaseous continent, incomparable to a solid one.

Moreover, the life forms were too singular, only capable of nurturing the birth of gaseous life, such as their own Kapo tribe.

And true life is colorful and diverse; a complete holy land is a place capable of supporting the existence of any creature.

Seeing everyone silent, First Elder Herawi continued:

"You must know that being guided at our stage of development is rare among the myriad realm races. We are fortunate to have encountered the three great progenitors.

Furthermore, the three great progenitors are favored by the Heavenly Dao, possessing innate knowledge. Since the progenitor adults are so preoccupied with the holy lands, there must be crucial factors involved.

This is not only a divine decree from the progenitor gods but also concerns the future of our tribe."

Being guided by the gods in their development even before forming a tribal civilization made the Kapo tribe a representative of fortune.

Currently, the Kapo tribe has already formed a simple tribal state.

However, it is a very loose state. The entire Creation Continent is incredibly vast, and new members of the tribe are born every moment.

The people they have gathered together currently account for less than ten percent of the total population of the Creation Continent.

More than ninety percent remain scattered throughout the Creation Continent.

Without guidance and teaching from the tribe, they can only drift aimlessly like a stagnant gas cloud until the end of their lives.

Furthermore, they have discovered many benefits of gathering together.

The Kapo tribe's current high level of intelligence is indeed due to the progenitors' baptism, but it is even more a result of self-reflection and thinking after communication.

In other words, gathering together to live and establishing a civilization also gathers their wisdom.

Due to their special life state, the crystal cores' ability to transmit information is even more prominent.

And with more information contained within the crystal cores, it naturally leads to an increase in thought and wisdom.

These hundred years have been a hundred years of great intellectual explosion, and a hundred years of brilliant civilization.

"Yes!"

The Kapo tribe's experts responded.

"Elder Herawi, what about those damned insects?"

A tribesman asked.

Herawi said, "It's not a problem. We are only a vanguard force sent to scout, not a full-scale entry into the holy land. The tribesmen dealing with the insects do not need to withdraw."

He added, "The opening of the Godstone still requires the blood of the insects. We must not let the insects discover this. You must continue to collect the insects' blood."

"Yes!"

The tribesman leading the operation replied.

After some arrangements, most of the people dispersed. The three elders, two third-tier Kapo tribesmen, and a small team of twenty people followed the three elders to the temple.

The temple looked somewhat antique. The Kapo tribe did not have the wisdom to design such a grand hall.

It was also transmitted to them by the First Progenitor God. They built it with soil and rocks that were solidifying, so it still looked very rough.

In the center of the temple were three statues resembling gnarled roots, representing the three great progenitors.

The statues of the Second and Third Progenitors lacked any spirituality, while the statue of the First Progenitor emitted a spiritual light.

The three great progenitors were transformed from three Creation God Pillars, currently in gestation, or perhaps in a state of seal.

In short, the Kapo tribe did not know the specific situation.

The First Progenitor was the most active and strongest, often transmitting some messages intermittently.

The Second and Third Progenitors remained dormant for most of the year, bestowing baptism upon the Kapo tribe only once every ten years.

In front of the three statues was an octagonal bluestone.

Upon closer inspection, it was a miniature version of the octagonal platform at the center of the Xiangxi Corpse King's lair.

The First Elder did not understand this Godstone, only knowing that it was captured by the First Progenitor from the chaotic flow.

It could also be said that it was bestowed upon the First Progenitor under the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

In short, Herawi was not very clear.

The Godstones are scattered throughout the myriad realms and are said to be teleportation arrays connecting to the holy lands.

There are five types of Godstones, corresponding to the five great holy lands.

Herawi did not know which holy land his tribe's bluestone Godstone was connected to.

But no matter which one, it didn't matter. The message transmitted by the progenitor stated that the fusion of myriad realms in the holy lands was the latest.

It was the final condensation of essence from the fusion of myriad realms.

For example, while his tribe had undergone a hundred years of change, the fusion of myriad realms in the holy lands had only been less than ten years.

One was a hundred years, and the other was ten years. The Kapo tribe also had the three great progenitors, the guidance of the progenitors, and the advantage of time. Herawi firmly believed that even if there were other races and creatures in the holy lands, they would not be able to compare to the Kapo tribe.

Because the progenitors had said many times that the Kapo tribe was the luckiest.

Elder Herawi believed the progenitors' words that his tribe was the luckiest and strongest.

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An extra chapter for Warm Sun's Silver Alliance. I will work hard to update this month, without padding the word count, and also ensure that the plot is good.