Longzang

Chapter 874 The Splendor of the Great Wilderness
"Can you speak the language of the absurd?" Wei Yuan asked.

The official name of the language of the Li Wu is the Wild Language, which contains a large number of words unique to the Li Wu. There are hundreds of words just to express anger, anger, courage, and invincibility. Without distinguishing them clearly, it is impossible to understand the true meaning of the Wild Language.

The languages ​​of ghost shamans and spirit shamans are all unique, while the language of holy shamans is completely different.

Their language structure is particularly complex, with archaic and obscure vocabulary that is extremely difficult to understand. Each sentence is quite long, like a magnificent building, and most people have no idea which room contains the true meaning.

The most frequently quoted saying in the Holy Witchcraft language is: If you think you understand what I'm saying, then I can assure you that you don't.

Therefore, when two people of the same witch clan, a pure wild witch and a pure ghost witch, meet, they may not be able to understand each other and must rely on the transmission of true meaning to communicate.

"I am a powerful shaman, how could I not understand the language of the barbarians?" The shaman looked humiliated, his eyes wide, about to explode, but then he suddenly remembered who was in charge here, so he immediately softened his tone and said, "...Of course I can."

“Then you teach me, let’s learn for half an hour first.”

Half an hour later, Wei Yuan had mastered thirty-six different levels of anger, as well as seventy-two ways to say "I'll cripple you." Including other miscellaneous words, he had learned a total of more than eight hundred words and could now speak in complete sentences.

So Wei Yuan cleared his throat and shouted, "I am Qiang Wu, pay up!"

This resounding phrase wasn't because Wei Yuan was naturally loud; rather, volume was part of the language's expression. For example, "I'll kill you" means the literal meaning if the volume is loud enough, while a moderate volume means "we can discuss this."

Then Wei Yuan looked at the shaman with hope and asked in the wild language, "How is it? Is my wild language as eloquent as bamboo shoots?"

The shaman exclaimed, "These bamboo shoots are amazing! They're even more authentic than mine!"

Wei Yuan understood; he spoke loudly enough, conveying the literal meaning.

Seeing that the shaman's attitude was sincere and quite cooperative, Wei Yuan abandoned his murderous intent and asked, "What's your name?"

“My name is the Ultimate Path - True Steel! ... You can just call me the Ultimate Path, or Little Ultimate. But we need to find a place to escape the sun, or we'll lose out today if we stay out in the sun any longer.”

Having studied the absurd language for half an hour, Wei Yuan had actually been observing Ji Dao the whole time, paying particular attention to how he locked in moisture and dissipated heat. Unexpectedly, he actually used light to dissipate heat.

When three suns were shining simultaneously, it wasn't very noticeable. But once one sun was blocked by a large star, Extreme Path - True Steel became the brightest sorcerer in the area. When Wei Yuan was exposed to its light, he felt a slight stinging sensation on his skin, as if he had been sunburned.

In this strange land, the sun doesn't burn people; it just bakes them from the inside out. But the shaman can burn them.

After observing for half an hour, Wei Yuan finally confirmed that the efficiency of the Extreme Cooling System was not as good as his own fire-breathing system.

Now that Wei Yuan had mastered the language of the Wilderness, communication was much smoother. He pointed to the cow and asked, "I just slaughtered a cow. Do you know how to handle it?"

The madman glared and growled in a low voice, "What do you mean 'your cow'? This is clearly mine... If you don't believe me, I'll take it apart right now! Stand back, or you might get hurt!"

Wei Yuan felt extremely uncomfortable with the foreign language culture. At first glance, he had an urge to stab the guy to death. He had to process the meaning in his mind before he could understand what the guy really meant.

Jidao drew a short sword, about to make a move, when Wei Yuan took it from him, examined it closely for a while, and then returned it to him.

This short knife is made of a very special material, clearly having undergone smelting and forging. However, it seems the smelting temperature was insufficient; the iron inside was only barely melted, and the composition was inadequate. Even the raw ore from the Xu family's top-grade iron mine in Ningzhou has a slightly higher iron content than this knife.

The knife was formed primarily through forging, which involved evenly mixing iron and impurities together to create a single blade.

With a mighty grip on his sword, the master first let out a loud shout, the roar reverberating across the blade, a glint of light clearly flashing across its surface. Then, with a gentle slash, he sliced ​​through the cowhide as easily as cutting tofu.

Wei Yuan was greatly shocked. When he killed the bull with his spear, it felt like he had stabbed a giant bull made of top-grade steel, reinforced with several defensive arrays and solid. Even he had used a great deal of strength to pierce the bull's head with his spear, but Ji Dao had lightly sliced ​​open the bull's body with a single stroke.

"What's going on with this knife? And what kind of witchcraft was that shout just now?" Wei Yuan asked.

"You don't even understand this? How dare you show your face in front of me, you worthless worm..." Ji Dao's voice was already very low, but seeing Wei Yuan's expression, he scratched his hair with his slightly thinner hand and said, "I'd better learn some human language from you."

"No need. Use the absurd language as much as possible, and use the true meaning when you can't explain clearly." Wei Yuan needed to seize every opportunity to practice the absurd language before he could start the second step of his plan: impersonating a witch.

Ji Dao explained, "Just now I used the Savage War Cry, a witchcraft technique only useful in the Desolate Realm. The War Cry can awaken the ultimate essence of the Desolate Path within weapons and armor. The number of ultimate essences of the Desolate Path that can be awakened basically determines the outcome of the battle between the two sides."

Several times, Wei Yuan felt murderous intent upon hearing this long string of absurd words. He simply separated a wisp of his divine sense to translate it, and then listened only to the translated words, which calmed his anger.

"What is the ultimate meaning of the Desolate Path?" Wei Yuan asked.

Ji Dao then explained further. The so-called ultimate meaning of the Desolate Dao refers to the Dao inherent in all things within the Great Desolate Realm. The Power Witch activates this Dao power through a special battle cry, thereby altering the properties of matter. Otherwise, everything in the Desolate Realm would be as hard as a Spiritual Treasure of the Imperial Realm, driving even a Spiritual Treasure of the Imperial Realm mad.

Extreme True Steel is a late-stage Great Wizard who hasn't reached perfection yet. Theoretically, he can't even cut a cow's hair, let alone butcher it.

After explaining, Ji Dao made another cut, and the leather smoothly split open to both sides. Then Wei Yuan discovered that the leather was three feet thick!

The ox's body is no more than ten feet thick, but its hide is three feet long. The contents of this ox... are rather meager!
Wei Yuan reached out and touched the cut surface of the cowhide; it felt smooth. However, under magnification hundreds of times, Wei Yuan could see that the cowhide contained numerous small holes of uniform size, and the material forming the walls of these holes contained many crystalline threads.

After acquiring knowledge of the outer world, Yu Zhizhuo systematically studied the properties of various crystals and stored them among the mundane world. Wei Yuan occasionally flipped through a few of these books, purely as casual reading; he couldn't understand them if he tried to read them carefully.

It seemed the battle cry activated the blade, and then the blade resonated with these crystal threads—a resonance, harmonic resonance… or something like that—making the crystal threads extremely fragile, shattering at the slightest touch. Wei Yuan suddenly felt incredibly clever.

The expert cut the cowhide into squares, revealing a thin layer of beef underneath, as well as several uniquely shaped organs that had nothing to do with normal cow offal.

He carefully removed several organs and set them aside, then sliced ​​off pieces of beef no thicker than a finger. After discarding most of the organs, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This cow is very fat. We'll make a good profit for the next two days."

Looking at the total weight of only seven or eight pounds of materials, Wei Yuan felt that it didn't seem to have anything to do with the word "fat".

"Ji Dao, how many people are in your tribe?"

Jidao was taken aback: "A tribe? I'm an exiled criminal, what tribe did I come from? I used to have a father, but not long ago he was killed by a molten bull while hunting cattle. Since then, I've been all alone in this area."

"His biological father?"

"No, he's stronger than me, that's why I call him Dad."

This sorcerer named Jidao was truly exceptional; Wei Yuan didn't know what to say about him.

He looked up at the sun's path in the sky, and seeing that the sun was about to reappear after disappearing, he said, "Do you have a place to escape the sunlight? Let's go to where you live."

The Extreme Path paused for a moment, then spoke with sincerity instead of using absurd language: "I can offer my residence, but may I make a request?"

"You said."

“I want to follow you until we escape this area.”

Wei Yuan thought for a moment and nodded.

……

At the northern gate of Taichu Palace, Yan Shi was sitting in his courtyard deep in thought when he suddenly felt a call. With a thought, he arrived in the celestial realm.

The old lady of the Bao family was outside the courtyard gate of that little world. Seeing Yan Shi open the gate, she said, "I was planning to go see Yun'er. Do you want to come with me? We're going from Xiantian, so you can keep this old codger company and chat along the way."

At this time, the disappearance of the Azure Netherworld Lord was bound to spread sooner or later, a time of great turmoil. It was one thing for Yan Shi to be the Palace Master of the Primordial Palace, but the appearance of the Bao Family's matriarch in Azure Netherworld was far more significant.

Yan Shi immediately replied, "If the old lady summons me, I will naturally be available. Let's go now."

It took the two immortals only a short half-hour to travel from the celestial realm to the azure sky. They strolled leisurely, as if a thousand rivers and mountains had flown past beneath their feet.

The old lady of the Bao family slowly said, "Back then, the Great Tang Dynasty was in decline in less than a thousand years. I thought it was a short-lived dynasty, but I never expected that the Martial Ancestor would appear out of nowhere. He actually possessed both the immortal and human paths, and he dominated the world. His word was law! Even we old folks have to give way to him, otherwise we will either die or be crippled."

You weren't born then, and you didn't witness his horror and ruthlessness firsthand. These fellow immortals are so eager to break the deadlock now, it's not surprising; nobody knows if, at the end, everyone will become a sacrifice in the final act.

Yan Shi's eyes instantly brightened like stars, and he said loudly, "As I said before, to break this deadlock, you must rely on your own abilities! Anyone who dares to sacrifice a disciple of my Tai Chu Palace, I will ensure that their family line ends in extinction!"

The old lady smiled and said, "Why do you have such a fiery temper? We're both cultivators of destiny, but look at your palace master, he hasn't taken a single life since becoming an immortal. By the way, don't you know where Xiao Fang is?"

"You mean, the Palace Master?"

"Yes, for over a hundred years, haven't you, the Palace Master of Taichu Palace, been none other than Xiao Fang?"

"The Palace Master has been in seclusion, and I have never seen him."

The old lady said, "Go and break open his secluded cultivation place; I guarantee it will be empty inside."

"The Palace Master isn't in the palace?! How did you know?" Yan Shi was also very surprised.

The old lady sighed softly and said, "I've known him for hundreds of years, so I naturally know his style. He's always been mysterious and always wants to do unrealistic things, and he won't listen to any advice."

Yan Shi remained silent for a moment before saying, "If you can contact the Palace Master, please ask him to return as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation. The situation is turbulent now, and even Ting Hai has perished. I am also not yet at perfection, and my means are limited. I couldn't even protect Wei Yuan. Relying solely on desperate measures will probably not be enough to deter others for long. If things continue like this, we will only be squandering the legacy left by our ancestors."

The old lady said slowly, "You're worried because you don't understand Xiao Fang. He's a very ruthless person. Back then, he claimed that he wouldn't kill anyone after ascending to immortality and even made a poisonous oath. As a result, his enemies actually believed him and let him go. But after he successfully ascended to immortality, less than fifty years later, all his enemies died in accidents."

Yan Shi was finally greeted with good news, and his spirits lifted.

Seeing that the old lady seemed to know the Palace Master better than he did, Yan Shi couldn't help but become curious and asked, "You and the Palace Master seem to know each other very well?"

"We were more than just acquainted; we almost became a couple."

Even with Yan Shi's unwavering Dao heart, he was dumbfounded. After a moment, he asked, "How old were you back then, sir?"

The old lady said with a slight shyness, "Actually, it wasn't long ago, just over three hundred years ago. I was eight thousand three hundred years old that year, and my late husband had just passed away a thousand years ago."

(End of this chapter)