459: Chapter 117: The Forest of Hanging Skulls_1 459: Chapter 117: The Forest of Hanging Skulls_1 Even if Yan Xiao was greatly weakened, it remained a terrifying existence that appeared in legends.
Despite Master Guan Yan’s exceptional talent, he couldn’t eliminate it while he was alive.
Therefore, even though the old priest had given him much confidence, Jiang Wang still maintained a considerable amount of caution.
He had to ensure the unity of his side before the battle, which was why he had this frank and open conversation.
Of course, the result was a great rejoicing for everyone.
What gains could be had after the annihilation of Yan Xiao were still unclear, so discussing the allocation sche in advance was indeed not feasible.
Jiang Wang supported the idea that each should rely on their own abilities, of course based on absolute confidence in his strength.
However, this also indicated that Su Qi and Wu Quji must have so hidden strengths, otherwise, they wouldn’t be so confident.
This was not a problem.
The only doubt Jiang Wang had was how the old priest could be sure that Su Qi would eventually uncover the real truth behind “Night Attack”?
Did she already know the “truth”?
But regardless, the ti had co.
On the seventeenth of September in the current world, according to the priest, would be the beginning of Yan Xiao’s weakest period of the year.
Jiang Wang, Su Qi, Wu Quji, and Qing Qishu, just the four of them, were ready to set off.
There were no grand send-off ceremonies.
Perhaps most of the Holy Tribe didn’t even know what they were up to.
They wouldn’t be inford until Yan Xiao was destroyed.
The old priest stood far away at the entrance of the fruit house, staring into the distance at sothing, maybe thinking of that person who had left long ago.
A round-faced little girl nad Little Guo’er looked at them curiously, tilting her head.
Having been born inside Divine Shade Land, she was full of curiosity about the outside world.
Since the birth of Yan Xiao, many of the Holy Tribe had never ventured outside in their entire lives.
Their curiosity about the world had been stifled.
Recently, to build up the “gravity” that “Mr.
Zhang” had talked about, Qing Qishu had been boasting about himself wildly.
This ti he simply waved to Little Guo’er, “Brother Qishu’s going hunting!
Want to catch a bunny?
Fluffy and soft.”
Little Guo’er nodded vigorously.
Qing Ba Zhi and Qing Jiu Ye, who knew the inside story, both ca to see Qing Qishu off.
No matter what their relationship was like before or any differences of opinion, no one was competing with him at this mont.
“You must be careful, do not take things lightly,” Qing Jiu Ye advised.
Qing Qishu, growing impatient, said, “Alright, alright, I got it.”
Seeing him still peering into the distance, Qing Jiu Ye explained, “Today is an important day; Qinghua is at the Tree Altar.”
On the days of Yan Xiao’s weakness, the Saintess of Qing was at the altar, presumably waiting for a possible oracle and also praying for their journey.
Thinking of this, Qing Qishu’s regrets were sowhat mitigated, and he smiled even more broadly.
“Qishu,” Qing Ba Zhi looked at him earnestly, “go without worries, I will take good care of Qinghua.”
“Scram, scram, scram!”
Qing Qishu shouted ‘scram’ three tis before turning around, huffily.
…
Inside and outside Divine Shade Land seed like two different worlds.
Given the dim lighting overall in the Forest Sea Source Realm, Jiang Wang and his companions had gotten sowhat used to it.
Qing Qishu led the way, having never been to Yan Xiao’s lair himself, but he held a map in his hand that pointed directly to the target, said to be left behind by the forr samurai of the Holy Tribe.
But Jiang Wang was clear, the creator of this map was likely Guan Yan.
The predecessor who had descended, for his “little trouble,” had fought life and death battles against monsters like Yan Xiao several tis.
After confirming that Yan Xiao could not be killed at that ti, he left behind plans, orchestrating today’s event.
According to the map, Yan Xiao’s “lair” was to the northwest of Divine Shade Land.
The straight-line distance was already far, and with the need to detour around several forbidden lands, it was destined to take a lot of ti on the road.
Jiang Wang and the others maintained a certain pace according to the map, not able to run at full speed, but they had to ensure they reached the target within two days.
The weak period of Yan Xiao lasted from the seventeenth of September and varied between three to five days, not fixed.
So two days later was a relatively safe ti point.
Moreover, the Forest Sea Source Realm was full of dangers; running at full speed would make it too easy to be unable to react in ti to danger.
Although Qing Qishu usually seed carefree and appeared to be thoughtless, he was indeed a qualified hunter.
He knew the forbidden lands they bypassed along the way inside out, avoiding putting the group unknowingly in danger.
He also often managed to lead the others in avoiding stronger beasts encountered along the way.
Of course, there are no truly feeble beasts in the Forest Sea Source Realm.
The “small rabbits” Qing Qishu spoke of were much bigger than Xiaoguo…
and it was uncertain whether the little girl would dare to keep one if he really brought it back.
What caught Jiang Wang’s attention the most as he traveled were the occasional signs that other mbers of the Human Race had once been there.
He saw tree houses built up in the branches and half-exposed burrows.
The inside was already rotten and covered in dust; so had been taken over by wild beasts.
It had been a very long ti since anyone had lived there.
Looking at these abandoned places, one could almost imagine the fear that the people there must have felt.
What was it?
The danger that nearly wiped them out (or had already wiped them out)—what was it?
Was it Yan Xiao?
Along the way, besides trees and beasts, he certainly hadn’t seen any humans apart from the Holy Tribe, not even signs of life.
Those abandoned houses clearly had been that way for a very, very long ti, in terms of centuries.
The Senhai Holy Clan’s suspicion that all humans outside their own had perished was not unreasonable.
Having planned a two-day journey ant that they would have to spend the night in the Forest Sea Source Realm.
As for the dangers of the Night Attack, the Holy Tribe’s response was Divine Dragon Incense—incense made from the heartwood of Divine Dragon Wood, whose fragrance could fend off the powerful sleepiness of the Forest Sea Source Realm at night.
In an era where Divine Dragon Wood was becoming scarce and the Holy Tribe had to rely on Soul Cultivation to grow it, the value of this incense was self-evident.
The old Priest had nearly emptied the clan’s treasury to produce exactly five sticks.
Any more would be useless—as if they hadn’t solved the problem of Yan Xiao after five nights, it would no longer be possible to succeed.
The first night’s resting place was in a glade within the forest, where all manner of snakes, insects, rodents, and ants had already been driven away.
And when night fell, the entire Forest Sea Source Realm beca silent.
Not even the sound of an insect could be heard.
The Divine Dragon Incense burned quietly in the center of the clearing, with Wu Quji watching intently, ready to rush over and relight it—although Qing Qishu had repeatedly assured them that the incense would not go out.
Su Qi stared blankly into the deep night, lost in thought.
“Have you ever thought about going to the end of the Forest Sea Source Realm to see how big it is?” Jiang Wang broke the silence with a question.
“Great idea!” Qing Qishu’s eyes lit up, “Use that as an excuse to take Qinghua with you?”
Jiang Wang: …
He suddenly lost the desire to talk.
He fell silent.
There wasn’t much to discuss with soone so keen on “flirting.”
Better to continue the daily explorations of the Five Mansions Sea.
In light of the known dangers of the Forest Sea Source Realm at night, even the bravest wouldn’t sleep.
For Jiang Wang, it made no difference; unless he was truly exhausted, he rarely slept.
He spent most of his ti in cultivation.
The night passed without conversation.
…
The changes in the Forest Sea Source Realm seed very slow; a map from hundreds of years ago, when compared to the current situation, showed very little difference.
With the clarity provided by the map, by the afternoon of the second day, the four of them had reached their destination.
The sign they had entered their destination was a colossal, fallen, decayed Divine Dragon Wood.
It was as tall as three n even as it lay collapsed.
In a rotted piece of wood, life often can still find a way to flourish.
Especially such a gigantic piece of rotted wood.
But the decayed Divine Dragon Wood before them was different, devoid even of insects, giving off a pure sense of desolation and death.
It truly “died.” It had died, leaving behind not a trace of vitality.
Jiang Wang took to the air and saw what lay beyond the fallen Divine Dragon Wood.
Row upon row of trees opened up; these trees were fairly “slender” and not as massive as those typically seen in the Forest Sea Source Realm.
The distance between any two trees was very narrow, and their density was sothing Jiang Wang hadn’t seen before in the Forest Sea Source Realm.
It was as if these trees didn’t need to compete for resources to survive.
Or perhaps, their survival didn’t depend on light and water—
On each tree hung the skull of a mber of the Human Race.
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