Chapter 1321 - 668: Weakness
Sure enough, Changtian moved his finger and ignited the tiger fur, and then creamy white smoke filled the air, accompanied by a faint musk scent.
This thick smoke rolled and spread across the ground, remarkably forming into shape very quickly; in the blink of an eye, it revealed a fierce tiger lying across a big stone, with pure white fur and a large "King" character on its forehead. Its gaze was majestic and awe-inspiring, almost demanding kneeling submission.
This is precisely a much smaller representation of the White Tiger.
The White Tiger lazily licked its giant paw and glanced up at her, saying: "Ning Xiaoxian, finally remember me now? Any intention to abandon Mr. Snake and join me? Eh, the Evil Qi here is heavy, really not a good place."
Changtian said coldly: "Spare me the nonsense, get up, and take me to the nearest town."
For the first time hearing Ning Xiaoxian speak so unceremoniously, the White Tiger glanced in surprise, saying: "Eh, this isn’t the little girl’s tone... are you Mr. Snake?"
"Hurry up! I have no time." His anxious expression finally became evident.
Digging a corner right in front of someone else’s face, the White Tiger blushed with embarrassment, thankfully hidden by its fur, so no one could see. Hearing him speak seriously, knowing the matter is urgent, it no longer pretended, reluctantly lying down for her to climb on. Only after a body tremor did it stand straight, then sniffed the air, and bolted downhill.
"Master Tiger being ridden like a horse, be careful. I’ll settle this score with you sooner or later!" Even Divine Beasts have dignity!
The White Tiger was adept at running, now picking up speed, even "chasing stars and catching moons" seemed slow to describe it. Ning Xiaoxian again felt the exhilaration of Changtian carrying her from the Endless Sea Eye, with countless sights turning linear, left trailing behind, yet remarkably stable without wind assault, feeling akin to riding a world-famous Aston Martin?
Though the White Tiger was formed from smoke, running felt real, she could sense the muscles of the beast beneath her contracting and moving, each time vigorous and powerful, the tiger skin like waves on a pristine beach, under the slanting sunshine exuding circles of golden lines.
"Did you use the Summoning God Technique?" the White Tiger exclaimed while running, "The little girl is in danger in the coming days, Mr. Snake you really don’t spare to come and take care!"
Changtian was exchanging Divine Thought with Ning Xiaoxian, replied "Keep quiet, or forget about the Sea Bag," leaving the White Tiger rolling its eyes.
Both knowing time was short, Changtian started explaining to Ning Xiaoxian.
First are the two trophies collected in the underground palace. Among them, the diamond is the renowned "Stone of Heart." In Ancient Times, the Barbarian King was powerful every generation, precisely because each king would pass on their wisdom and power to the successor before death. The inheriting successor not only absorbed knowledge and power but also used them to initiate the Technique of Training for other gifted Barbarians, called "Enlightening."
The Barbarians’ cultivation was unique, everyone’s innate talents varied widely, subsequent training emphasized situational guidance, thus countless Mysterious Techniques and Divine Skills were developed, which was also one reason why Ancient Barbarians were especially difficult to deal with in Demon Clan’s eyes.
Next is the Barbarian’s core secret. It was after capturing Yin Jiu You’s two avatars that Changtian learned from their memories: the inheritance originally had only one part, but during the hundreds of years before the Ancient War began, it was divided into Wisdom Soul and Power Soul, each preserved in a Stone Heart. Carrried away by Yin Wushang and buried in the tomb, one remained in Ning Xiaoxian’s hand, without knowing if it’s Wisdom or Power Soul.
During the first fifty years of the Ancient War, Barbarians nearly gained overwhelming advantage. Unfortunately, although the race was known worldwide for high birth rates and expert probability, the last King Yin Wumie had one less Stone of Heart, hindering enlightenment for tribesmen, leading to a talent vacuum, eventually most buried in the brutal war.
Thus the scales of war began to tilt towards Demon Clan.
Then the second trophy, that black bow, has an origin as impressive as its name: Yi Divine Bow.
Don’t be deceived by its inconspicuous black, this large bow was crafted by Barbarian artisans using Jianmu from Ruishui River for the body, Qiu Niu horn from East Sea for the ends, Tuo Long’s sinew from Wuxi Leize for the strings, turtle glue from Tai Lake’s Dragon Turtle, Heavenly Silkworm Silk from Arctic Ice Silkworm, and lacquer from Guo Mountain. Crafting the bow was meticulous, with winter shaping the body, spring shaping the ends, summer shaping the strings, autumn assembling materials, placing the bow inside a frame for forming in severe winter, refining surface during acutely cold winter.