A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

A fleet of more than three dozen people is marching alone on the endless savannah.

There are not many vehicles, only seven or eight, but those surrounded by horse riding leather are young and shuddering, and several are even young children aged 11 or 12.

At the front of the motorcade is an old man with gorgeous clothes and a yellow horse.

The old man wore a fire red fox leather hat, a knife wrinkle on his forehead, slightly purple face and a tri-colored brocade at his waist. This is the symbol of the beginning.

This is already the southern part of the Tianlan meadow. This is a team of unexpected men heading to the temple to make their way into the temple.

“Tianlan Meadow" is a sudden name for the Mulan Meadow, because the Sudden People have always believed in the rumored “Tianlan Beast” and please use it as their own guardian god for generations to support it.

Originally the abrupt only occupied the southern half of Jungtian Lan Prairie, but since the defeat of the Mulan in the battle in the middle of the prairie 30 years ago, they have occupied the entire prairie. The forces naturally surged and there were no more enemies on the entire prairie.

Of course, the Sudden Clan is so huge that there are so many internal clans. Small tribes as small as hundreds of thousands of people, almost supertribes of hundreds of millions of people, spread over the entire grassland. And because of the number of people who were neutral in the last jihad, there were many more emerging independent tribes out there.

Some of these tribes are small but others are even more insignificant, with a population of only tens of thousands.

The “herring", where the elderly are, is a microtribe that is divided from large tribes. Although it can also be described as a tribe, there are actually only 780,000 people in the tribe as a whole.

The old man, named Yingyu, fought bravely and abnormally when he was younger, and in the holy war he defeated several small Mulan tribes in a row and captured many nobles alive before gaining his place. Today, however, the brutality of the years, coupled with years of hard labour, has become pale despite the fact that he is only in his fifties.

It is now exactly noon when the elderly look at the hot sun and look back at the young children in the motorcade behind them, sighing.

Rationally, tribes, large or small, must be dedicated to a certain fairy master. Otherwise, in case of natural or man-made disasters and demonic beasts, ordinary mortals cannot resist.

But such a small tribe of newcomers could not attract any of the fairies at all, and the fairies of the lowest order did not want to be in such a small tribe.

After all, for fairies, the bigger the tribe they join, the richer the better, so that they can cultivate sufficient resources.

Some of the smaller tribes can also have some lower order fairies, but the fairies themselves come from these tribes, or their own qualifications are poorly trained, and the larger tribes are reluctant to sacrifice, so they can't help but stay.

The old man is in the Heron Ministry, which has not yet had the opportunity to cultivate his tribe's fairies. Therefore, during these years, only low-ranking fairies from neighboring tribes can be hired for heavy gold to help. But these fairies are equally overpriced, and a few strikes will cost the entire tribe less than a year and a half, adding to the already underprivileged herring.

Fortunately, on the occasion of the 20-year Spiritual Day, it is finally coming.

It is naturally impossible to let go of this matter because it is long overdue. Immediately led several of the tribe's sons, who had been tested for spiritual roots, to the nearest Temple of Tianlan to their tribe.

The Temple of Tianlan was originally built just for the sacred beast of Tianlan, but after so many years of evolution, it became a sacred place in the sudden hearts and minds, a place dedicated to the cultivation of sudden low order fairies.

Each temple champion has several high-ranking fairies who teach some basic cultivation. Once achieved, the lower qualifications returned directly to the tribes, were offered by the tribes, and the promising ones were adopted as disciples by the high-ranking fairy cultivators and specially cultivated.

Mortals who have not undergone a ritual of enlightenment are strictly forbidden to teach immortality privately by high-ranking immortals.

There are only 60 or 70 of these temples, but they are evenly spread throughout the grasslands, but each is almost at the centre of a large area surrounded by thousands of tribes large and small.

As the only temple in the region, the larger the tribe is naturally closer to the temple, while the Heron tribe is allocated extremely far away because it is too small. It takes three months to get from the tribe to the temple.

Helpless, as early as four months ago, Yingyu led the team from the tribe.

Speaking of which, on the last Enlightenment Day, he had separated the tribe, but he could not make enough of his contribution and could only miss it.

This time, Yingxuan said he would never miss anything again.

Even if the entire tribe were to shrink and eat less in the coming years, it would be important for its own tribe to have its own fairy.

But crossing such vast grasslands with sacrifices is extremely dangerous for them.

After all, all the sacrifices are of great use to the fairy master, and almost all are precious to mortals. There are a lot of bad guys who can take advantage of this opportunity to rob weak teams, and even some misbehaving fairies can do it. This is a common occurrence during the opening days of the calendar year.

Tribes closer to the temple are doing better, and they finally fear the name of the temple and do not dare to be too aggressive.

But distant tribes like them are extremely dangerous.

Last time I heard, a moderate tribe in the area had lost a creepy team on their way to the temple after the wind had leaked out because of the fact that there was a potion in the sacrifice for nearly a millennium. Not a single person can be found.

As a result, many people heard that it was a high-ranking fairy master from a large tribe who killed and seized the treasure. The Temple's people were naturally angry about the matter. They also sent the Temple's fairy master to investigate it, but somehow it was gone.

So this time the sacrifice is ready, but there is no immortal pressing the array, so that the leader of the herring has been sleeping and eating since the departure.

All tribal fairies were equally busy accompanying them to the temple during the opening days. There are spiritual stones and there is no willingness to be hired. Occasionally, several wandering fairies were also hired by some of the larger tribes nearby with heavy gold.

As the weakest tribal leader, Yingyu can only stare dry.

Thinking about it, the old man sighed and couldn't help looking back.

Of the seventy-eight cars behind them, four were loaded with tributes, and the pullers were all carefully selected horses from the tribe. The cars were also made of the tribe's most robust red birch in the name of foresight. Of course, in order not to attract attention, all the surfaces of the vehicles appear to be shattered and outdated.

Fortunately, however, with those measures, something might have happened a long time ago.

That's right, the last time we met a small group of wolves, there was a near-reduction in the ranks.

But in order to rush out of the wolves, the convoy had to abandon the two slowest cars to get here safely.

The two cars, although of little value, were filled with most of the food their sidekick would have for the next two months. Looks like they've had to pause on the road for a few days.

Remember, two days away, there's a canyon nearby.

There are rare people there, maybe some buffalo goats or something, you can hunt some prey back first.

Thinking about it, the old man turned back and touched the hardwood bow hanging from the saddle, revealing a sinking colour on his face.

“What is that?” Suddenly there was a crisp female voice next to the old man, full of surprises.

This is the voice of a Qing Xiu teenage girl who follows the old man closely.

Her name is Yingshan, she is fifteen and sixteen years old, she is a descendant of Yingyu, and one of several people in the tribe who has been tested for spiritual roots. Naturally loved by the herring.

The old man heard a shock and hurried to look up.

The result is not far ahead, in a dense bush, there is a gleam of blue light, hidden something inside. And he remembered very clearly that before he turned back, there was no such light in that direction.

The old man had a heart.

As a tribal leader, nature's spiritual light on the fairy master is not unfamiliar.

Is there really a fairy master who wants to take on such a poor and sour team?

Young-eun's heart sinked and his hands rose. The team behind him suddenly stopped. Everyone else also saw the blue light in the bushes in front of them, showing a little panic and alarm on their faces.

The old man forcibly strangled the reins, standing still, but all kinds of thoughts suddenly changed in his mind and thought of ways to protect himself.

But a moment later, the old man discovered something was wrong.

Despite the constant flashes of green light in the bushes, no fairy master has ever appeared and no fairy magic has been emitted.

Eucalyptus's eyes lit up and he hurriedly looked at the bush. These bushes were dense and numb. One person came to Gao Root and could not see clearly what was going on.

“Terrible! You go see if there's really a fairy there.” The old man's eyes flashed for a few moments and suddenly said.

“Yes, Sheikh!” A strong young man in the convoy, with a strong face, heard a rumor, but hurried to say yes, then disembarked and carefully headed towards the bushes of more than twenty husbands.

When only five or six lengths away from Green Light, the young man hesitated for a moment and his consciousness stopped at his feet.

“I wonder which fairy is here? We are waiting for the Heron Department to see the fairy master.” Young people also seem to have some status in the Heron Ministry. The words spoken are also Sven and show a respectful face.

But the bushes are still just spiritual, and there's no sound. Young people can't help but look back at the elderly.

The elderly thought backwards or nodded silently at them, and the young man's heart suddenly felt a bit of a backlash and his footsteps quietly moved forward.

When they reached the bushes, the youth hesitated for a moment or bit their teeth and reached out to separate the bushes in front of them.

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