Chapter 166 - Law of The Jungle (2/2)

Zhong Yue's countenance was all smiles as he responded, "Junior Martial Sister Shui is right, if Junior Martial Sister Shui is the contender, people will die."

Both of them could sense the vigilance harbored in each other's eyes when their sights met for a split second.

Another six or seven days passed, the river beneath the ship continued to travel onward and soon, they were out of the Great Wilderness. Meanwhile, Zhong Yue had also finished manifesting the first layer totem pattern, and was starting to work on the second layer.

"Disciples, the forces and state of affairs of the West Barren are complex and intricate, a far cry from the East Barren and Great Wilderness. Whether it be the words you utter, or the actions you take, everything must be done with the utmost caution."

Feng Shouzhu suddenly said, "The West Barren was the divine court tens of thousands of years ago. And when the gods left, they had passed down their knowledge and their descendants. When we arrive at the West Barren, I want to see no reckless actions."

"Divine court?"

The passengers aboard the ship were shocked, including Zhong Yue who knew nothing about the West Barren.

Divine Court? To use such a name, one could be crowned as a supreme emperor. Was there a magnate among the gods that built an empire – an imperial court that belonged to the gods?  He thought to himself.

While Lei Teng said smilingly, "I've heard words, from the elders of Lei Hu Clan. There was a Deity Sovereign residing in the West Barren, ruling thousands of stars around us. And when this Deity Sovereign left, he brought along the gods with him; how many stars are dangling in the sky now was how many gods there were — and the elders said, the West Barren worshipped three thousand gods!"

Feng Shouzhu shook his head and said, "Not that many, but not much fewer than that either."

Three thousand was clearly an exaggeration, but the statement itself intimated the sheer number of godly temples there were in the West Barren, and the intricate relations between its various forces.

It was the norm for a seemingly small and shabby temple to worship and consecrate an unearthly strong god. Even the most dilapidated temple should not be underestimated — you never know, there might be a living godly spirit that was worshipped in the temple.

Some of the temples were devastated due to their sparse population; while some of the temples were deserted along with the extinction of the celestials that worshiped the godly spirits. There were also temples that grew stronger and bigger, such as the Xiao Mang celestial temple.

The Xiao Mang celestials could reproduce at an enormous rate – their race only continued to expand at an explosive rate, causing their numbers and collective power to catapult and ultimately rise to one of the strongest celestial races in the West Barren.

However, most of the temples in West Barren were run by the small celestial races that numbered in the hundreds or thousands. There were even celestial temples that were worshipped by only a few celestials.

Feng Shouzhu gave them a rough explanation, "Each and every one of the celestial temples have their own history and tales – they are not something to be tampered with. When we arrived at the West Barren, we didn't fly in the upper air above the temples, we do not simply intrude into the temples; and we do not act recklessly if even if we see the celestials sacrificing humans as offerings. We do not act recklessly if we've seen the celestials devouring humans, we do not act recklessly if we see the celestials using humans as materials to refine their soul weapons."

One after another, the Qi Practitioners' faces changed drastically, they could not help but to exclaim, "Elder!"

Feng Shouzhu's countenance turned dark and solemn as he continued callously, "My words to not act recklessly are the orders you will all follow to the letter! I've now brought you out of the Great Wilderness, and I intend to bring you all back the same way I brought you in – alive. If anyone of you were to act recklessly, then I end up bringing back only be a ship full of corpses."

He stood on the deck and gazed at the innumerable celestial temples beneath them as the ship slowly descended from the air to fly between the mountains.

The mountains were steep and sky-piercing, while the grandeur celestial temples stood on the mountains, suffusing an indelibly saintly and archaic air.

Feng Shouzhu lowered his voice, "If the ship flies across the top of the celestial temples, it'll offend the celestial temples, and potentially lead to unnecessary troubles; which is why, we'll fly in the low air. None of you have left the Great Wilderness before; and now, you may now take a look at the dangers and perils of the outside world that you've never seen before."

Zhong Yue stood behind Qiu Jin'er, pushing the wooden wheelchair to the edge of the deck. The awe-inspiring scenery of the West Barren came into their eyes like a picturesque artwork — the land was laden with evergreen woods and snowy mountains seemed to reach up high into the infinite firmament. The celestial temples scattered across the land, and an uncountable number of humans could be seen working like slaves under the watchful eyes of the celestials, excavating stones and ores from the mountains like worker ants when looked at from afar.

Some of the human races were rebuilding the God Palace, and not occasionally, one could see people falling off the mountain to crash onto the ground to a pile of minced flesh and bone.

There were also innumerable humans dancing, worshipping, and reciting an unknown prayer, carrying a young girl that was beautifully dressed, only to be sacrificed to the celestial race that resided in the temple above the volcano.

The celestial residing in the temple was like an enormous monster, having three heads and six arms, with a smoking volcano behind him. He picked up the young girl and callously shoved her into his mouth.

"I give you my blessings to extinguish the volcano!"

After the God race had finished their meal, he raised his staff, extinguishing the fire within the volcano, and shouted, "Go ahead and resume your work, remember to pay your respects regularly, or disasters will once again befall on your lands!"

The peasants bowed down before leaving happily.

They even saw some human tribes sacrificing their children on rafts by the river, sending them down to be swallowed by the celestial race in the river temple.

"Can you see that?"

Feng Shouzhu's tears wetted his face, and mumbled, "Those are our kind in the West Barren…."

"Why…." The Qi Practitioners on the ship lowered their heads, clenching their fists.

"Because the human race is too weak, and the fate of the weak is only to be ruthlessly devoured by the strong!" Feng Zhushou exclaimed.