On Floating Hill, not far from Santi Town, a wide path had been carved out, leading up the mountain.
The stone mountain where Li Chang’an had once assumed his Transformed Form was now the site of a grand Divine Hall.
Inside the Divine Hall, not only was the revered Martial God, Man Yu, worshiped, but it also housed the memorial tablets of the Fusang Tribe’s ancestors. Enshrined at the very top was the one known as the Martial Ancestor—Li Chang’an, who was not well-known to the outside world.
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When Li Chang’an appeared on the outskirts of the town with over a hundred Hell Humans, he almost instantly drew the attention of the town guards.
A squad of fully armed soldiers rushed over from several directions. Hundreds of men surrounded Li Chang’an and his group.
The warriors of the Hell Race watched everything unfold with great interest.
They were curious about everything in the outside world, and that, of course, included this group of men who were so hostile toward them.
But without Li Chang’an’s command, they would not make any rash moves.
The Captain leading the guards eyed Li Chang’an’s group with caution and hostility. His gaze was particularly sharp when it fell upon the members of the Hell Race; he felt these ugly, hulking figures were up to no good and exuded an oppressive aura.
Despite this, the Captain still gathered his courage and demanded in a stern voice, "Who are you people? Why have you come to Martial God City? This is the territory of the Martial God and the Martial Ancestor! Even the Divine Spirits of the Celestial Realm show some respect here. We won’t tolerate you running wild!"
At this moment, Li Chang’an was not in his original form.
His true body was a being born of heaven and earth, not a human. If he traveled through the Three Rivers Region in his original form, he would likely be met with questioning and hostility in every town he passed. Therefore, Li Chang’an had used a modified version of the Spirit Communication Skill to assume a human form.
Li Chang’an glanced at the soldiers.
He noted their solid stances and disciplined bearing; they were all likely Martial Artists with some level of Cultivation.
Their Realms might not be high, but to popularize the Martial Dao among even the lowest-ranking soldiers was no easy feat in this primitive agricultural society.
Seeing they looked ready to draw their blades at the slightest disagreement, Li Chang’an spoke up. "My name is Li Chang’an. Are you soldiers of the Fusang Tribe? Take me to see your current chieftain."
The Captain sized Li Chang’an up and down. His tone was still unfriendly as he said coldly, "The Chieftain attends to countless matters and can’t see just anyone. You need to at least state your identities and your purpose clearly. Otherwise, please go back the way you came!"
Besides Li Chang’an, everyone present was a burly and robust Hell Human. Judging by appearances alone, only Li Chang’an looked rather handsome and approachable. The Captain’s attitude toward him was considerably better, but he was still unwilling to make an introduction.
Li Chang’an understood the source of his wariness. He turned to glance at the Hell Humans behind him and said, "I’ve heard the Godslaying Army is currently fighting the Divine Spirits on the border. I came here to lend you a hand. Why don’t you go and inform your chieftain? Just tell him my name is Li Chang’an. I believe your chieftain will be very willing to see me!"
Hearing this, the Captain was half-believing, half-doubting.
However, simply relaying a message seemed harmless enough. After all, the man had over a hundred followers; he could very well be the leader of some powerful tribe.
After a moment of thought, the Captain finally nodded.
As he was about to leave, he glanced at the fully armed soldiers beside him and ordered, "I’m going to report to the Chieftain. If they try anything funny before I get back, kill them on the spot!"
After receiving an affirmative response, the Captain left and hurried toward the Temple on the mountain.
’It seems that after several hundred years of development, the Human Race has begun to move beyond its primitive tribal era and is showing signs of entering an age of centralized power,’ Li Chang’an thought as he watched. ’This is, of course, a form of progress.’
In fact, according to the history Li Chang’an had researched while in Hell, human civilization in this world had actually been in constant decline.
The peak of human civilization in this world was actually during the reign of the Seventh Generation Human Emperor.
Back then, under the leadership and rule of the Seventh Generation Human Emperor, the Human Race had begun to look to the stars, searching the cosmos for planets and powers that could fuel their continued development.
Unfortunately, they ultimately failed.
Before they could even make contact with other worlds, they were met with a cataclysmic disaster.
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About ten minutes later, everyone living in Santi Town subconsciously looked up toward the nearby ’Holy Mountain’.
They saw a slender figure suddenly fly out from the magnificent Temple, followed by dozens of equally graceful guards.
The moment they saw them leave the Temple, all the residents of Santi Town began to whisper among themselves. A few even had panicked expressions on their faces.
The slender woman in the lead was Lu Sang: the current chieftain of the Fusang Tribe, the nominal commander-in-chief of the Godslaying Army in the Three Rivers Region, and Man Yu’s own granddaughter.
And following behind her were the legendary ’Divine Hidden Guard’ of the Fusang Tribe, the Human Race’s most elite fighting force, capable of contending with the gods...
Of course, this wasn’t the main reason for the residents’ discussion and panic.
The main reason for their worry was that the Fusang Tribe’s top fighting force had suddenly emerged in full strength without any warning. Did this mean something had gone wrong in the battle against the Divine Spirits on the front lines?
If something really had gone wrong, it would be nothing short of a cataclysmic disaster for the Human Race, which had only just managed to get back on its feet.
However, everyone soon realized their worries seemed to be unfounded.
This was because neither Lu Sang nor the members of the Divine Shadow Guard traveled far from Martial God City after rushing out of the Temple. Instead, they all gathered and stopped at the city gate.
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