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The sudden appearance of the Toothy Divine Beast startled all the recently liberated tribespeople. They gazed anxiously at the divine beast, unsure of its purpose for coming. However, seeing Xiao Qiang's expression of melancholy as he knelt unwaveringly in worship, the restless crowd gradually quieted down.
The Toothy Divine Beast strode past Xiao Qiang and approached Jill, sniffing curiously before tilting its head back and letting out a resounding howl that echoed across the vast sky.
After the roar, the Saber-Toothed Tiger did not leave but instead raised its tail like an iron whip. It scanned the crowd with its piercing gaze. Then, it took steady steps toward Xiao Qiang, nudging him gently with its head. Maintaining its calm demeanor, it walked away under the watchful eyes of the onlookers until it finally disappeared into the distance.
With the Saber-Toothed Tiger gone, the crowd let out a collective sigh of relief and quickly turned their attention to Xiao Qiang and Jill. Someone exclaimed, "Sister Jill has awakened!" Voices rose as people rushed forward.
Xiao Qiang heard this and turned around with an equally surprised expression that quickly transformed into joy. Without a second thought, he hurried back and embraced the awakened Jill—was this description too exaggerated?
I would say no!
Let us not forget Saint Mother on Waji Mountain, who had exerted all her strength to protect Xiao Qiang and Jill. It was she who used her last breath to call Jill's soul back; the appearance of the Toothy Divine Beast was merely a fortunate coincidence.
The wonders of Ancient Times extend far beyond this; many incredible stories await our discovery.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted in the temple as the rioting tribespeople stormed in. They discovered the defeated False Divine Messengers in disarray, frantically trying to raise their sails to escape through the Canal.
The Serpent Head of the Canal lay just beneath the temple—a sailing ship that was referred to by the tribespeople as a great bird.
These False Gods and Divine Messengers had traveled thousands of miles to construct a magnificent pyramid in the desert. They sought to establish their divine presence in the hearts of the Xuanyuan Tribe people, intending to turn these innocent souls into lifelong slaves of faith.
In their fury, the crowd ignited the sails of the ship with flint, flames roaring and illuminating the temple, casting light upon those Divine Messengers who were paralyzed with fear, desperately searching for an escape route.
The blazing fire lit up half the sky as the False God’s dynasty turned to ashes amidst the jubilant shouts of the tribespeople. Xiao Qiang and his kin were finally able to return home; he would ensure that each tribe member taken by raiders was brought back by their leaders before he could truly consider his mission accomplished.
As they were about to leave, the Mammoth, successfully provoked by Xiao Qiang, stood high above and gazed at him for a long time. It was as if it was silently expressing gratitude, or perhaps quietly blessing their journey.
Most of their return trip would be by water, with Xiao Qiang teaching them how to navigate the boats. However, Wapu had to retrace his steps because he needed to deliver something to the Waji Mountain Tribe. This meant that Amayi and Old Dada Mishu would have to travel through the desert along with all the Waji Mountain People.
In Xiao Qiang's eyes, the desert was not terrifying; what was truly frightening was a disunited heart. If it weren't for a single strike against the False God, they might have found themselves trapped. The return journey was always much faster than before. As they traversed the desert again, they saw countless white bones scattered about—some belonging to Mammoths, others to humans and various animals.
Wapu mentioned he wanted to send a bag of grain seeds to the Waji Mountain Tribe, which included corn, wheat, and rice.
Along the way, they talked about everything, laughing at the messenger of the False God and the fallen False God himself. Wapu shared with Xiao Qiang another story about why these False Gods had traveled such a long distance; their true purpose was not merely to propagate their brutal beliefs but was tied to a legend.
In the desert, there were Mirages, said to have evolved from this very legend. Those who had seen the Mirage told those who had not about its existence.
It was said that there were treasures hidden beneath the layers of the Mirage. Beneath those layers lay a mysterious passageway guarded by an Undead Monster that protected the treasure.
Legends were just that—legends. No one had ever seen it firsthand. Xiao Qiang listened to Wapu's tale with indifference, not letting it weigh on his heart. He cherished the untainted air and the deep blue sky of ancient times; in the desert, apart from the endless yellow sands, there was only the vast sky above that he often gazed upon.
Wapu continued recounting the legend as he walked close to Xiao Qiang.
Jill silently watched her hero's back with admiration.
Amayi had been gloomy ever since she learned of her father's news, but under Old Dada Mishu's comforting words, her mood improved slightly.
Suddenly, the sky darkened; the light dimmed as if a wind had begun to stir. Wapu, who was more familiar with the terrain and habits of the desert, suggested it might be a sign of impending rain. However, rain here was merely speculation since it had never rained in this place before.
He said they would continue walking for a while before setting up camp to rest. However, Xiao Qiang suddenly felt an unsettling sensation creeping into his heart, leaving him bewildered and confused.
To Wapu, the tremors in the desert seemed insignificant, as the sand often collapsed and shifted, causing vibrations. So when they felt the ground shake beneath their feet, they instinctively quickened their pace to move away from the area of disturbance.
But Xiao Qiang lagged behind... He felt as if the surroundings were spinning around him, and at the same time, he experienced a wave of dizziness and nausea, as if he might vomit.
The people in front and behind him came to a halt in time. Someone noticed a swirling sand pit that resembled a vortex appearing before them, spinning in a way that made their heads spin. They hurriedly retreated, not paying attention to one another.
Then, from the swirling sand pit emerged a dark hole. Jill was the first to realize that Xiao Qiang had vanished...
Xiao Qiang felt as if he had plunged into darkness; Wapu and Jill were nowhere to be seen. His body was being pulled into something that spun around him, and the scenery around him became indistinct. In the dark, he seemed to see a creature resembling a human figure; where its chest should have been were large eyes that reflected red light. It stood about the same height as a human but had wings like those of a moth.
A bad feeling washed over him, as if he had fallen into a strange trap. He wanted to grab hold of the shifting humanoid figure before him but found it impossible to control his plummeting body.
What on earth is this? Could it be that Matt, that old bastard, is messing with me again? A bizarre thought leaped into his mind. Xiao Qiang felt like he was just a piece of code in a program; after one sequence completed, someone was artificially initiating new settings for another program.
This thought wasn’t unfounded; he had experienced several cycles of twists and turns before. Cursing inwardly did little good; he kept trying to gather his strength, wanting to leap out of this trap that limited his abilities. But no matter how he tried to use his powers, he couldn’t lift himself or muster any strength—he could only keep falling deeper into an abyss with no end in sight.
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