Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion - Chapter 2082
Chapter 2082: 866, Zhu Rong
The flame’s light grew increasingly intense.
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When Han Muye rode the Gray Wolf to the top of the hill, he saw the scene below.
A group of the human race.
Over a hundred people clad in various animal hides of the human race were gathered around a stone altar, singing, dancing, and roaring with joy.
On the stone platform was a pale golden flame, along with several wild beasts being roasted.
These people were all tall and hung with Beast Teeth and beast bones.
In Han Muye’s eyes, these Beast Teeth, beast bones, and the animal hides they wore were all made from the pelts, sinews, and bones of various powerful demon beasts.
His gaze fell on that cluster of golden flames.
The heat of this flame, its endurance, and the soul it displayed were already close to the Golden Crow Divine Flame.
“Woo woo—”
The Gray Wolf, looking at the flame, whined softly, a hint of nervousness in its eyes.
The whining of the Gray Wolf reached the distant jubilant human race, which stopped in their tracks and turned their heads.
“Ha—”
A hoarse shout came, and those people began to wave to Han Muye.
Han Muye nudged his legs, and the Gray Wolf reluctantly ran toward the crowd.
Approaching the altar, the Gray Wolf lingered a hundred paces away, not coming any closer.
It seemed the Gray Wolf had suffered greatly before the owner of this flame.
Han Muye jumped down from the Gray Wolf and strode toward the flame.
The closer he got to the flame, the more intensely he could feel the fervor contained within it.
A repressed bloodline power began to surge inside him.
“Golden Crow?”
This cluster of flames actually harbored the Golden Crow Bloodline Power.
Only because the bloodline power was too diluted did Han Muye not sense it before.
After all, in the Desolate Wilderness, the pressure of the Heavenly Dao was so strong that it greatly influenced the strength of the soul and Immortal Spirit Power.
As Han Muye walked closer, the flame also seemed to sense the pure Golden Crow Bloodline Power in his body, beginning to shake continuously.
The white-haired elder who had invited Han Muye over turned to look at the flame, then at Han Muye, excitement on his face as he raised both hands and called out “ha ha” to him.
The others also shouted, and then they began to dance and hop again.
The area in front of the altar was once again filled with excitement.
Han Muye took a measured step forward, his gaze landing on the Bone Staff in the white-haired elder’s hand.
He reached out his hand.
The elder hesitated for a moment, then slowly handed the Bone Staff to Han Muye.
The surrounding people all looked on with confusion, watching the Bone Staff, which had been polished to a faint gleam, fall into Han Muye’s hands.
The Bone Staff felt slightly heavy in his hand, a faint heat emanating from it.
A surge of soul strength poured in, and Han Muye saw a series of images.
“Human Tribe of the Vast Wilderness.”
“Surviving under the protection of various divine beasts.”
“Worshiping the Power of Fire, fearing the power of heaven and earth, yet brave and fearless.”
Watching the life-or-death battles in the images, Han Muye felt a sense of poignancy.
This is the human race.
Unlike the demons that operate on instinct, they are not the divine beasts with great physical strength or origin power.
Lacking overwhelming power, but possessing indomitable souls.
Without powerful individuals, but knowing how to coordinate, to learn, to gradually strengthen their tribe and pass down their legacy.
In the images, the human race kept experimenting and searching, finally mastering the Flame Power. Others were unbowed, forging metal, and eventually creating weapons with formidable combat strength.
This Bone Staff was the work of a craftsman from a certain tribe, taking several years to polish and shape.
Han Muye gently stroked the three horizontal lines etched into the Bone Staff.
These were the divine patterns comprehended by the Human Tribe of the Vast Wilderness.
Directly envisioning the power of heaven and earth, drawing upon it to add to one’s own, and then converging it into the Rules of Divine Force.
Because the power of heaven and earth in the Desolate Wilderness was so strong that it could be sensed and understood even just by envisioning, the human race had the chance to control divine patterns.
Returning the Bone Staff, Han Muye’s expression was solemn.
“My name is Han Muye, and I come from a faraway land.”
His voice carried a hint of vastness, for he spoke in the Vast Wilderness’s sounds that he had learned from the Bone Staff.
The language of the Vast Wilderness lacked many circumlocutions, with more direct tones and a sense of vastness.
“Welcome, traveler from afar,” the elder, receiving back the Bone Staff, bowed slightly. “The Blazing Prairie Clan welcomes you.”
As he spoke, the elder turned and yelled a few commands.
The tribe members quickly dispersed, with two sturdy men stepping onto the altar to pull down large chunks of tender roasted meat and brought them to Han Muye.
This was a ritual among the tribe, offering their own food to share with a distant guest.
Han Muye reached out to take the meat, tearing off a piece and placing it into his mouth.
The hot meat scorched his taste buds with a fierce heat as he bit into it.
This was a unique sensation.
His eyes on the altar, Han Muye’s face showed a hint of peculiarity.
It wasn’t the strength of the flame, nor was it the force within the meat.
All of this was because it came from the Desolate Wilderness, from the power of heaven and earth.
The fire between heaven and earth, roasting the food of heaven and earth, this was the Origin, this was the Rules.
In this bite of meat, there was the Dao, there were the Rules.
In the cultivation world, in those universes, only the most powerful beings could contemplate and practice these Rules, but here in the Vast Wilderness, it was all so straightforward, so simple.
The Dao is simplicity itself.
Feeling the Origin Force coursing through his intestines, Han Muye raised his hand, taking off his outer robes and handing them to the man who had brought him the meat.
The man took the garments, grinning joyfully as he tried to put them on.
But unfamiliar with how to wear these clothes and already draped in puffy animal skins, he struggled to fit into the robes.
