471: Chapter 466: Naless 471: Chapter 466: Naless Baili An would not be deceived by the child’s appearance, because he could sense that the child’s body harbored an extrely terrifying cultivation power, even faintly superior to transcending tribulation.
He bowed to the child and said, “Junior Si Chen, having mistakenly entered the Bronze Gate for the first ti, doesn’t understand many things here and would hope the senior could enlighten .”
The child gazed at him unblinkingly, “I saw you saving soone earlier.
Your right hand holds a very strange power.
The undead, known in the darkness as Evil Ghosts, are even difficult for to completely eradicate.
How is it that upon your touch, they disperse?”
Since his entry into the Bronze Gate, he had never witnessed such a bizarre phenonon.
Baili An thought it must be the Divine Intent power within the Jade Token, which undoubtedly possessed an absolute restraining power over those Demons and Evil Ghosts.
But he would not be foolish enough to disclose everything, so he chuckled lightly, “Junior once inherited the Seal of the Mountain God.”
“Seal of the Mountain God.” There was still a trace of confusion in the child’s eyes, but he did not overly pry into others’ secrets, lazily waving his hand, “Anyway, you saved one of my people; I owe you that kindness.”
Baili An glanced at him, asking, “May I know how to address the senior?”
The motion of the child’s waving hand stiffened, and the onlookers’ gazes toward Baili An subtly shifted.
The atmosphere quietly tensed for a mont.
The child’s cherubic face gradually clouded over, as if touching on so wound, his tone slowing down, “No na.”
“No na?” Baili An puzzled.
“Don’t be quick to offer your sympathy.
Everyone who enters the Bronze Gate, whether you are a god, human, or immortal, will gradually be assimilated and stripped by this world.
Here, do not even fantasize about retaining the slightest dignity of being born human.”
The child spoke very seriously, his voice heavy, “The na given by your parents, the wisdom bestowed by the Mortal World, the conditions you were born with, all will be stripped away by this world.
Gradually, you will just be a nutrient for this realm.”
“From what the senior says, are you also from the Mortal World?” asked Baili An, though he could not understand what it ant for even one’s na to be stripped.
The child sighed and did not deny his origin, “Every person in this tribe is a cultivator from the Mortal World.
Did you see that bag of seeds?”
Baili An humd, “If I’m not mistaken, those should be agricultural food seeds.”
“Right, the ones that can be bought for ten silver pieces per load in the markets of the Mortal World.
As you already saw, this is an eternally daylight-lacking bronze world; although not lacking in Spiritual Power, it has no sunlight, rendering it impossible for edible grains to grow.
We need to use the brief dawn light during each great darkness to warm and germinate the seeds in order to plant them.”
From the child’s account, Baili An slowly understood the true structure of this world.
Once inside the Bronze Gate, with the passage of ti, one’s own na would be stripped.
The inherent conditions of humanity he spoke of were planting, hunting, land, and even mating.
Without the permission of this world, they even lacked the right to reclaim their own nas.
Humans who fell into the Bronze Gate were like penned livestock.
They could hunt the creatures of this world, like Si Li who had caught and roasted a rabbit from the mountains, but if they stayed in this world too long, they would gradually lose the ‘right’ to eat.
As with the people of this tribe, if it were they who hunted the rabbit, it wouldn’t even wait for them to cook it before the world would erase its existence, causing it to vanish completely.
The land they possessed was also scarce; the world would grant Divine Statues to hold back the dark tides from all directions.
If they needed to expand their territory, they would need to provide ten buckets of fresh hot blood, three buckets of glycerin, and seventeen Cornelian plants, then go to the riverbank in the southeast direction.
There stood a huge, tall Bronze Divine Tree reaching into the sky.
Pouring hot blood and glycerin at the base of the Divine Tree and tying the seventeen Cornelian plants onto its branches would gradually increase the power contained within the tribal statues, thus expanding the livable land for humans.
From the child’s words, Baili An learned that the native beings of this world were dominated by three races.
Ancient God.
Dao Demon.
Heavenly Ghost.
Since ancient tis, anyone who entered the Bronze Gate world—be it transcending Immortals, renowned Cultivators, or beings of the Demon Clan—none could leave this world.
Because once in the Bronze Gate world, it was impossible to discern the real location of the Bronze Gate.
And those they referred to as ‘Divine Envoys’ were originally humans who entered the Bronze Gate world and then submitted to the gods, gaining their protection.
Thusly, in this world of mingling gods and demons, Cultivators who mistakenly entered the Bronze Gate indeed faced severe hardship.
The Bronze Gate world was imnsely vast and boundless; there likely were not just a few human tribes like this.
“Alright, now that you are aware of the situation, my tribe has so vacant houses where you can rest for the night.
This Dark Tide will continue for a long while, and it is montarily impossible to leave.” The child looked up at the sky shrouded by the Dark Tide, his eyes filled with gloom.
Under unpredictable circumstances, the residents here were not welcoming to outsiders.
A taciturn young man led Baili An and the others to those vacant houses and left without any further explanation.
After several days of relentless battles, weary in mind and body, whether it was the Demon assassin Hong Zhuang or Fang Geyu, they all picked a house early, turned off the lights, and rested.
Although Si Li did not need to sleep, she disliked communal living and also found a house to reside in alone.
Baili An, carrying a beauty’s severed head, dared not let the people of the tribe see it, and only took the head out from his bosom back in his room, placing it on the window sill’s flower pot, then sat cross-legged on the bed to ditate.
The lamp wick was cool, the night silent.
The Demon Lord’s gaze was clear, those deep, dark eyes reflecting the faint light between them.
There seed to be sothing very obscure and profound hidden deep within her eyes.
When she cald down, her pale face eerie like a demon’s beca terrifyingly cold.
Ti slowly passed.
The lampwick silently burned out, and the light extinguished.
Her eyes were like a dense fog, covering every flicker of candlelight, all obscure emotions disappearing from view.
“Knock, knock, knock…” A day passed, and soone was knocking at the door.
Baili An opened his eyes, got up, and answered the door.
The person knocking was the middle-aged man he had saved the previous day, who wore a warm smile and scratched his head, “Young man, the Dark Tide has dispersed, and the tribe is having a al.
I ca to call you to join.”
Baili An glanced behind him; no one was there.
The man smiled again, “Those few ladies are extrely tired, said they wanted to rest a bit more, and asked not to disturb them.”
Baili An nodded, “Thank you for that.”
He followed the man through the Stone Forest path toward the dining area, side by side.
Suddenly, a question occurred to him, so he said, “Yesterday, the senior ntioned that your nas are all stripped away; in daily interactions, being naless must be inconvenient for distinguishing each other.”
The man clicked his tongue, “What can be done about it?
We’ve long grown accustod to it.”
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