"Who would dare to come here again in the future!"
"Yes! This is too strange. Please tell the Giant Spirits, rest assured, we will definitely not venture into this place again."
"Let us leave quickly!"
Many cultivators expressed their firm determination to leave. This place was nothing short of a nightmare for them, not only were they nearly killed by the Giant Spirits, but they were also almost sacrificed by the Ghost Mustache of Remnant Visage, the Meat-Winged Monster, and the Demon Race!
Xiang Beifei didn't care whether these Yi Tribe cultivators were sincere or not, nor did he care if they would ever return. After all, he was just responsible for reminding them. The Giant Spirits are incredibly powerful; they could seek death if they wanted to.
He looked up at the sky, where thick, massive iron pillars still locked this place tightly. However, he already knew how to unseal it.
Seventy-seven divine patterns spun out, surrounding him and morphing into various mysterious designs. These patterns quickly connected with the chains in the sky.
The originally tightly linked chains relaxed upon contact with the divine patterns, suddenly loosening and producing a rumbling collision sound, shaking the sky as if trembling. The vast and ancient aura covered this part of the sky, awe-inspiring every cultivator.
The golden giant chains began to extend downward, stretching all the way to Xiang Beifei's feet. Then, Xiang Beifei reached out his hand and slapped the chain!
The chain twisted and began to rotate, forming an exit!
The familiar desolate aura from the outside quickly transmitted in, invigorating all the cultivators!
"We can leave!" Xiang Beifei said.
The way to unlock the formation here was naturally taught by the old Giant Spirit. Because of Xiang Qingde, the old Giant Spirit cared for Xiang Beifei a lot, teaching him many things.
The Yi Tribe cultivators had no hesitation. They rushed towards the exit, afraid of falling behind and getting trapped here.
The desolate aura was distinctly different from the oppressive aura by the Black Water River, always overshadowed by the powerful aura of the Giant Spirits, whereas the desolate aura felt much more relaxed.
Every Yi Tribe cultivator greedily breathed in the air of the desolate realm, finally feeling the weight lifted from their hearts.
"Daoist Xiang, thank you for your help. This is the token of our Feather Race, the Colorful Divine Feathers. Should you hold this token and come to us, we will repay your kindness within our capabilities. Please accept it!"
An elder from the Feather Race handed a brilliantly colored feather to Xiang Beifei with great ceremony. This feather was resplendent, appearing in different colors from different angles, representing the highest token of the Feather Race!
"Yes, our Jiāojìng tribe also owes you a favor! This is a piece of purple gold stone, carrying my aura. I am Hu Shuiya, and I hold some status within the Jiāojìng tribe. Our doors will always be open to Daoist Xiang!"
An elder in the mid-stage of the Heavenly Connection from the Jiāojìng tribe also handed over a stone with the character "Ya" inscribed on it. Hu Shuiya, being in the mid-stage of Heavenly Connection, was considered an upper elder within the Jiāojìng tribe.
Xiang Beifei pondered and said, "Alright."
He did not stand on ceremony, accepting it straightforwardly. These tokens of gratitude, if sellable, should always be utilized, and in this unfamiliar desolate realm, having such tokens could save him a lot of trouble.
"This is our Qishe Race's token, we also owe you a favor."
A Qishe Race elder handed a hard, black object to Xiang Beifei with sincerity. It looked like a large tongue.
"Daoist Xiang, thank you for avenging my master. The Xiongtou Race is eternally grateful to you." Guan Baishan also handed a scale to Xiang Beifei.
Many tribes eagerly gave their tokens to Xiang Beifei with great enthusiasm, and Xiang Beifei accepted them all, while Xiaohei happily stored all the tokens and labeled them by tribe for future need.
After receiving a heap of tokens, the Yi Tribe cultivators bade farewell, transforming into streams of light and hurriedly leaving, seemingly unwilling to linger even a moment longer.
Soon, only a few Tianmu Race cultivators and Li Qianluo remained on the scene.
"Chieftain, can I speak with you privately?"
Fu Qiuzi was very grateful to Xiang Beifei because Xiang Beifei had genuinely saved the seven Tianmu Race cultivators. He stood by Xiang Beifei from beginning to end.
Indeed, his choice proved correct.
"No need to address me as chieftain anymore. Since we left that place, Zha Jiang Stronghold no longer exists, no such formalities." Xiang Beifei replied.
"Very well." Fu Qiuzi nodded slightly and then said, "Daoist Xiang, look at the eye on my forehead."
Xiang Beifei looked quizzically at Fu Qiuzi's forehead, where a purple eye lit up. This purple eye emitted a peculiar beam of light that directly entered Xiang Beifei's mind.
Soon Xiang Beifei understood the ability of Fu Qiuzi's purple eye, which was similar to a separate space where anything could be done without external interference.
Then, Fu Qiuzi's voice sounded in Xiang Beifei's mind: "Daoist Xiang, there's something I'm unsure if I should say."
"We are old friends now, speak freely." Xiang Beifei said.
Fu Qiuzi hesitated, then decided cautiously, "Daoist Xiang, are you not from the Congji abyss tribe?"
"Oh? Why do you ask?"
"To be honest, I once communicated with cultivators from Congji abyss; I know a bit about their methods and abilities, but Daoist Xiang's methods of killing Xuwang and Flaming Six Wings are not possessed by any from Congji abyss." Fu Qiuzi said.
"Whether I'm a part of the Human Race or not doesn't really matter, does it?" Xiang Beifei replied.
"That's true, I was just curious. May I boldly ask, are you... from the Human Race?" Fu Qiuzi inquired.
Xiang Beifei was slightly surprised: "Is it that obvious?"
Funny how his identity as part of the Human Race always seems to be discovered by Yi Tribe cultivators. It was understandable that Xuwang and Flaming Six Wings knew, and it was acceptable that Li Qianluo could see it, but even Fu Qiuzi was not deceived.
Fu Qiuzi smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, it's just a guess because I couldn't figure out Daoist Xiang's race, then I realized Daoist Xiang's aura is somewhat similar to some people from the Human Race I encountered a few years ago. I wanted to know if Daoist Xiang was with those people."
"Where did you encounter the Human Race?" Xiang Beifei asked curiously.
Could it be that Fu Qiuzi had been to Jiuzhou?
Fu Qiuzi replied: "A place called Changpan Valley, where thousands of humans lived. Are you from there, Daoist Xiang?"
"Changpan Valley? What kind of place is that?"
Xiang Beifei did not understand, but there was definitely no place called Changpan Valley in Jiuzhou.
"Daoist Xiang is not from the Human Race of Changpan Valley?" Fu Qiuzi stroked his beard and nodded slightly, "That makes sense, the humans there are too weak, someone as powerful as you coming from there wouldn't make sense, and..."
"And what?" Xiang Beifei asked.
"To be frank, Changpan Valley is the domain of the Moon God Race. I passed by unknowingly but didn't dare stay long. Honestly, seeing the Human Race, supposedly extinct for over three thousand years, still existing there was quite a shock."
"Changpan Valley? What kind of place is that?"
Xiang Beifei asked, puzzled, for there was no place called Changpan Valley in Jiuzhou.
"To tell you the truth, I didn't trust the Moon God Race because of their conduct. The Moon God Race is very adept at fostering faith, and the humans there have no idea what that means. I originally thought Daoist Xiang came from there, so I boldly asked."
"Where is it you encountered the Human Race?" Xiang Beifei asked with curiosity.
Could it be that he needed to take the Yu Divine Stele down the Yellow Springs road?