Chapter 2, Fierce.
The seven-string crossbow left a profound impression on the wolf pack; even the fiercest creatures will fear death.
The pain, a heart-wrenching agony, was not entirely evaded by the attack. A long wound lay across the abdomen, and the chest felt as if it were ablaze, causing immense discomfort. Tian Maoping collapsed to the ground, and the golden-winged silver scorpion, enraged, turned and launched a frenzied assault.
Fortunately, the right hand still has a faint response, which at least indicates that the main body of the crossbow mechanism is relatively intact. After a careful inspection, the launching device should be functioning properly. The "Magnetic Manipulation Technique" is quite peculiar, almost akin to the widely circulated "Dumb Language" in rural areas, allowing one to easily understand the performance and status of the corresponding mechanism through probing.
A quarter of an hour later, my legs felt somewhat weak, but I absolutely could not move. I had never lost to Tian Maoping in endurance. The initial tension had completely been suppressed. Waiting, only waiting could free me from the shadow of death
The chilling howl of the wolves sent shivers down the spine, and to his surprise, in less than a quarter of an hour, nearly a thousand camels had gathered. Tian Maoping was not intimidated by such a grand display; after all, in his younger days on the Taiyin Star, low-level demon beasts often moved in packs, and he had witnessed many bloody scenes. The only thing that disturbed his mind was the discomfort in his lungs, as his breathing became increasingly labored. It seemed that his earlier prayers had not been very effective.
Tian Maoping maintained a constant rhythm while striking the tuning fork, quickening his pace to weave through the encirclement of the wolf pack. He could not linger in this perilous place. After half an hour, he finally relaxed, exhaling lightly and wiping the virtual sweat from his forehead. To mask his scent, he hurriedly took out two bottles of potion from his pack and carefully applied them all over his body until he was satisfied.
In terms of the number of planets mastered, the current decline of the demonic path is somewhat related to the cultivation paths taken by both the righteous and demonic factions
The wolves are extremely active during the day, with a highly sensitive sense of smell that allows them to detect unfamiliar scents from a kilometer away. When a robust bull intrudes upon their territory, they are naturally elated, as it has been a long time since they encountered such a delectable creature. The only regret is that the prey is simply not enough for the pack to share. If necessary, they do not hesitate to engage in a competition among themselves to determine who can claim the largest portion of the beef.
The ox cart slowed its pace, moving leisurely forward. The surrounding crows were merely child's play; the second obstacle, the "Wolf-Lion," was the real threat. To some extent, this wolf-like creature is extremely close to the existence of low-level demon beasts, having become a bloody synonym on the Gobi Desert over the centuries. Once hunted by them, one will not rest until death.
It turns out to be intestinal cramps, hehe, I must look like a shrimp right now. Despite the pain, Tian Maoping is still able to make self-deprecating jokes, having finally endured the most difficult moment, nearly biting his tongue off. Although the medication is absorbed relatively slowly, it still has some effect; his breathing is much smoother than before, and his brain no longer feels dizzy from suffocation.
"Hey! Sky Crow, Camel Wolf, we should be at the last level of the Dead Zone ahead. Why did that old ghost with the pipa choose to set the rendezvous point in the Illusory City? Could it be that he harbors some test? Those damned dark path big shots always like to complicate matters and create mysteries. Others might be able to handle it, but my body can't withstand such turmoil!"
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent, and a gentle breeze stirred the strands of hair at the temples, as if everything that had just occurred was an illusion. Tian Maoping tried to steady his breathing; if he was not mistaken, this was an adult golden-winged silver scorpion. They prefer to lurk underground, delivering a fatal strike to their opponents.
As I walk, I cannot help but sigh: "Sometimes life is truly fragile, like a weak candle flickering in the night wind, unaware of when it might turn into a wisp of smoke and extinguish completely. No matter how strong one may be, are they not also destined to fall under the rampage of the imperial beasts? Before the age of twenty, I could never have imagined that one day I would be forced to flee in disgrace from a jackal. Even more absurdly, now at thirty-two, the demonic affliction makes me appear no older than thirteen or fourteen. Do not think I have gained any advantage; this body, worn and devoid of vitality, is no different from that of an old man whose oil has run dry. Relying on medicine to sustain life is ultimately not a long-term solution. I hope this journey truly leads to the healing promised in the letter from the ancestor, so that facing mountains of blades and seas of fire will no longer be a concern."
Assessing the level of demon beasts is quite straightforward. They differ from ordinary creatures in that they can accumulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, also known as primordial essence. Adult demon beasts generate force patterns; having one or two patterns is classified as low-level, three patterns as soldier level, four patterns as general level, and five patterns as emperor level. It is said that there are also royal beasts, which are exceedingly rare.
Silent, as silent as death, the Gobi Desert is stained red with blood, and the air seems to freeze at this moment, until the surviving camel wolf outside the attack radius emits a mournful "woo woo" cry, and the entire world comes back to life.
Whether it is the Orthodox Imperial Court or the Demonic Imperial Court, both have the function of mediating disputes among various factions and restraining practitioners from abusing their power to oppress the common people. If there were no "Intelligent Demons" frequently causing disturbances in the world, the realm would be relatively stable.
After approximately twenty minutes, a slight tremor suddenly occurred five meters to the left of Tian Maoping, followed by a surge of sand and gravel. It was unexpected to be so close to the Golden-Winged Silver Scorpion, which is said to have an attack radius of over twenty-five meters. It can glide at close range using its short wings from behind, making it a relatively formidable species among low-level demon beasts
Suddenly, the seven-string crossbow launched a indiscriminate attack, with tens of thousands of cold lights radiating outward from the center of the ox cart. Those arrows were merely steel nails, yet their penetrating power was astonishing. Although the camel wolves were close to the demon beasts, they were not demon beasts after all, lacking the innate protective barrier. Moreover, even low-level demon beasts might not survive such a terrifying attack.
Trembling, he reached with his left hand to his sleeve, struggling to take out the emergency capsule and swallow it. The medication dissolved instantly upon entry, turning into a black liquid that seeped down his throat into his stomach. He felt a wave of coolness, and his body relaxed somewhat, but unfortunately, the discomfort in his lungs continued to spread. The effects of the medicine would take time to manifest, and the wolf pack did not give him a chance, having already launched a frenzied charge.
Puff, puff, puff, puff. A faint sound persisted as one hundred thousand poisoned needles shot out from the compartment's slats, their azure cold light sweeping towards the invading creatures within three hundred meters like autumn winds scattering fallen leaves. In the blink of an eye, black corpses fell like raindrops, signaling the end of life
Overall, it is still fortunate; had it not been for witnessing the phenomenon of sand and gravel gushing, and hastily stopping in my tracks, I might have already become a corpse by now
In addition to the nineteen natural planets, there is also a primordial planet occupied by the demon clan, the Taiyin Star. This star is extremely rich in mineral resources, and both the demonic and righteous factions have stationed troops there. Occasionally, conflicts arise over new mineral veins. Tian Maoping has once engaged in a contest with a master swordsman from the Taiyi Sect, and indeed, as a disciple of a prestigious sect, the opponent was quite formidable; however, the opponent was ultimately slain under the might of the Dominant Blade.
It is evident that those who ventured into the Abyss City today were not of good character. Not only did they fail to offer sufficient food as tribute to the 'Sky Crow' in hopes of passage, but they also did not brandish their large blades to force their way through on flying ships. Instead, they turned them into piles of 'roasted meat.' Perhaps the crows had caused considerable trouble for passing merchant caravans in the past, but that is now a thing of history.
The righteous forces firmly control eleven celestial bodies: Zi Wei Star, Wu Qu Star, Tian Ji Star, Tian Tong Star, Tian Fu Star, Tian Xiang Star, Ju Men Star, Tian Kuai Star, Tian Yue Star, Wen Chang Star, and Wen Qu Star
It seemed that it was time to continue the journey, stepping forward. Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred; a cloud of yellow sand was kicked up, and the buzzing sound resembled a death knell. A massive scorpion, glistening with a metallic sheen, spun its body and lunged towards him. Tian Maoping was completely stunned, and by reflex, he struck a tuning fork. The beast's assault momentarily faltered, and seizing this opportunity, he hurriedly exerted all his strength to change direction.
Tian Maoping remained still, hoping that the odor-masking potion would be more effective than he had anticipated. Due to his anxiety, cold sweat soaked the back of his clothing, and he kept murmuring to himself: "Go away, go away, please do not come closer"
Hmph, in order to avenge my family's great blue ox, let the wolf cubs die! Tian Maoping gritted his teeth and twisted the magnetic ring. For the past twelve years, the one that had accompanied him the most was this beast that pulled the cart. If it weren't for the untimely onset of the demonic plague, even more wolves wouldn't have rushed within thirty meters of the ox cart.
Finally, the ground rose and extended outward, and the Golden-Winged Silver Scorpion finally departed, exhaling a breath of turbid air. These demon beasts primarily operate within the underground mines of the Abyssal City, and their numbers on the surface are not particularly high; otherwise, even if those merchant caravans were overflowing with adventurous spirit, they would not dare to step into the Dead Zone.
The carriage was very quiet, perhaps for three minutes, perhaps for a longer time; it was just that the wolves' determination to open the "iron can" before them had grown stronger.
Perhaps the Purple Gold Bell is an ancient cultivation treasure, but it cannot kill anyone. At most, it can temporarily halt the enemy, causing them to lose some mobility. Do not even think about rushing forward to stab a few times; once the sensation of pain takes precedence, the lethality of the sound will diminish slightly, and at that point, it will definitely be a case of losing more than gaining.
This outbreak of the demon plague is more severe than previous instances, perhaps due to the scorching sun and dry air of the Gobi Desert. Regardless, one must endure, for hope lies ahead. The heart beats erratically, various physiological functions are in disarray, and Tian Maoping's eyes roll back, frothing at the mouth, as bad as it can get.
The wolf pack emitted aggressive howls, and only upon getting closer did one notice the towering figure of the Bactrian wolf, its back adorned with a bald hump. It is said that this hump stores enough fat to sustain it for three months, which is why this creature reigns supreme in the Gobi Desert. Additionally, it is exceedingly greedy, capable of consuming food equivalent to twice its body weight in a short period.
Tian Maoping drew out the "Telescope" from his bosom and swept it across the horizon, unable to suppress a gasp: "Good heavens? So many have actually come, truly deserving of the infamous Dead Zone."
The scent of blood attracted the wolf pack from a distance. Tian Maoping gestured with his hands, forming various hand seals, while two automatons busily sprang into action. They swiftly extracted boxes of arrows from the bottom of the carriage and accurately loaded them into the abdominal insertion ports as "ammunition." In fact, any mechanism in Tian Maoping's hands would become agile and efficient with just a slight modification, unlike the clumsy and awkward automatons produced by the "Heavenly Workshop." This is the advantage of the "Magnetic Manipulation Technique."
According to historical records, ancient mechanical arts had evolved into a profound discipline. Practitioners of that era seemed to possess an obsessive love for various tools, with countless methods for refining instruments. Unfortunately, many techniques have been lost in the cataclysm that occurred 19,000 years ago. The "top-tier magical artifacts" that have survived from that time have all become the ultimate powers of various sects. It is said that the reason the imperial court holds a transcendent status is due to its mastery of even more powerful "celestial-grade magical artifacts". Unfortunately, many techniques have been lost in the cataclysm that occurred 19,000 years ago. The "top-tier magical artifacts" that have survived from that time have all become the ultimate powers of various sects. It is said that the reason the imperial court holds a transcendent status is due to its mastery of even more powerful "celestial-grade magical artifacts".
Tian Maoping's pale face revealed a hint of a smile, as the gas separated by heating with caustic soda and iron tree powder had never had the opportunity for large-scale testing of its power, but now it seemed quite effective. Ever since he developed a certain morbid fascination with the idea of "practical knowledge through experience" nine years ago, he has been unable to extricate himself, always thinking that he could only find satisfaction by putting into practice the methods recorded in his mind. In any case, this place will no longer be plagued by the poison of crows for the next ten years.
Bang, bang... The outside of the carriage is quite lively, with the friction between the wolf's claws and the metal nearly piercing the eardrums. Fortunately, after years of traveling, I have been very attentive to self-protection measures. The materials used to seal the doors and windows are made from "star stone," which is meteorite iron, and after undergoing dozens of processing steps, they are more than capable of fulfilling their duty. Now, I can only hope that the two crossbow automatons outside are not completely out of commission; otherwise, it will definitely take some effort to get out.
Tian Maoping did not intend to let the wolf pack get too close. He took out two tuning forks from the package and gently struck them against each other. The sound of "ding" resonated, its clear tone traveling far and wide. All the camel wolves froze at the same moment, and then there was another crisp "ding." The camel wolves felt the scenery before them shake, their four legs struggling to maintain balance.
The wolf pack cautiously closed in, and the ability to shake off the crows indicated that the "prey" was certainly not simple. However, they could not resist the temptation of the delicious beef and quickened their pace
The crisp and melodious sound of the bowstring being drawn echoed, followed by the piercing sounds of anger and grief. The left leg of the crossbow mechanism was evidently damaged during the charge of the wolf, but the remaining right leg was sufficient to change directions several times. Tian Maoping skillfully controlled the intervals of the attacks, then opened the doors and windows, boldly glancing outside.
Having complained a bit, the journey must continue. The tuning fork does not leave my hands; although it is not omnipotent, it is absolutely indispensable.
The influence of the demonic plague gradually faded, and a trace of power was drawn from within. Tian Maoping hurriedly raised his hand to form seals again with agility. Unfortunately, a crossbow automaton was completely rendered inoperative; after all, it was not as sturdy as a carriage. However, if one were to create it into an iron arm and bronze body, maneuverability would be a significant issue, and the cost in essence points would be unbearable. "I truly hope to find the superior materials recorded in ancient texts; that way, even a mid-level mechanical beast could be constructed."
The ground trembled as several camel wolves first brought down the green cattle. Fortunately, the carriage did not roll out into the torrent, making it much easier for those inside. In fact, this is not an ordinary nine-wheeled, eighteen-spoked ox cart, but a mechanized vehicle modified through a series of "gear transmission techniques." In addition to a significant increase in load capacity, the dual wheels also feature fine-tuning capabilities and can automatically brake in emergencies. In fact, this is not an ordinary nine-wheeled, eighteen-spoked ox cart, but a mechanized vehicle modified through a series of "gear transmission techniques." In addition to a significant increase in load capacity, the dual wheels also feature fine-tuning capabilities and can automatically brake in emergencies.
The ox cart did not come to a halt, rolling over the corpse of a crow as it moved forward, gradually disappearing along the edge of the ancient riverbed. Tian Maoping did not dare to relax in the slightest, for he knew that these crows were merely a small scouting group, and the real challenge was yet to come
Tian Maoping opened the carriage door and cautiously stepped down, feeling extremely vigilant. The stifling smell of blood was quite uncomfortable. From here on, he could only rely on his legs to complete the remaining journey. Fortunately, the distance to the Sunken City should not be too far. If he was careful, he might reach it before nightfall.
After feeling around for a long time with both hands and the book beneath me, I found a small indentation and pressed down hard. I retrieved a blue cloth-wrapped package from the hidden compartment, containing items that had been placed there three years ago, specifically prepared for emergencies. I turned over and sat up, stabilizing my emotions. I took out a specially made rubber earplug from my pocket and fitted it into my ears, and suddenly the world became quiet; the howling of wolves outside could no longer be heard.
The control of the eight natural planets in the realm of magic: the Greedy Wolf Star, the Seven Kill Star, the Breaking Army Star, the Fire Bell Star, the Earth Space Star, the Earth Calamity Star, the Qinyang Star, and the Tuo Luo Star
"Alas, the only option is to sacrifice this green ox." Tian Maoping slightly bent his thumb, and the window and door of the car instantly dropped, folding the steel plates and completely sealing him inside. In the darkness, a piece of white jade above his head emitted a soft glow, illuminating his deathly pale face
The dromedary wolf, in an unclear state, merely bared its teeth and glared angrily into the distance. Suddenly, a frail human emerged from the "iron can," seemingly devoid of any imposing presence or murderous intent, yet boldly and leisurely approached. Could it be that there are terrifying traps hidden nearby?
The ox cart swayed a few times, and the road became increasingly rugged. Looking out through the window, the ancient riverbed lay ahead, with numerous mutated crows circling low. These creatures possess a certain level of aggression, and their numbers are vast. If one were to be entangled by them, it would likely lead to a dire outcome
This number is undoubtedly correct; his mental calculation ability is astonishing. A quick glance has completely imprinted the surrounding situation in his mind. After repeated assessments, the heavy weapons on the vehicle are either in use or discarded, and there is no hope left. It is rare to encounter such a dire situation; it seems that a decisive move is necessary.
Half a minute later, the cries of "Jie ah, Jie ah" grew increasingly closer. Some crows led the charge, stirring up a powerful wind that sent shivers down the spine. Tian Maoping swiftly fitted the magnetic rings onto his ten fingers, muttering to himself, "Good timing." His slender fingers moved quickly, as if countless threads were leaping in the unseen.
Tian Maoping cautiously moved forward, having been in too much of a hurry when leaving the house and forgetting to prepare a sunshade. The sun had shifted towards the west, yet it remained as scorching as ever
With no time to think of anything else, Tian Maoping coughed lightly. The excessive gestures he had just made caused his heart to twitch, and he silently prayed: "Damn it, the demonic plague must not flare up at this critical moment"
Tian Maoping's fingers twitched slightly, and a light blue gas rapidly erupted from beneath the ox cart. This gas was very light, and upon reaching the outside, it quickly expanded and floated upwards. Before the flock of crows could dive down, a small flame suddenly shot out from the top of the ox cart. Although the flame appeared extremely thin and weak at first, it unexpectedly ignited a massive fire in an instant, scorching the entire sky.
In an instant, the flock of crows encountered a catastrophic disaster, turning the sky into a purgatory, with charred bodies "thud, thud" continuously falling.
At this moment, two oddly shaped automatons with dark iron patterns jumped out of the carriage. Perhaps they can no longer be described merely as automatons; they stand about 1.5 meters tall, with two sturdy "ostrich legs" bent slightly. The entire upper body is a giant mechanical crossbow, and it is a rather exaggerated "seven-string crossbow".
Tian Maoping simply stopped the vehicle, and the pulling blue ox sensed a certain crisis, anxiously staring at the Gobi Desert, its nostrils flaring with hot breath, "Moo, moo," it called out in panic
Tian Maoping, possessing extensive knowledge, is well aware that the flock of crows is the first obstacle on the path to the city of traps, commonly referred to as "Sky Crows." However, he had made ample preparations before arriving; the large ox cart he rode, with its nine wheels and eighteen spokes, concealed sharp mechanisms. What fear could mere birds and beasts instill? The more that come, the more will perish.
The scorching sun unleashes its abundant heat. Tian Maoping has been out for ten days now, and the vast expanse of the Gobi Desert stretches endlessly before him. The desolation can sometimes induce anxiety. Half-exposed small sand dunes reveal enormous bones, proving that this place is not safe. Having arrived at the Star of the Greedy Wolf for the first time, he has experienced the prosperity of southern cities and is now heading towards the "Sunken City," a realm that ordinary people would never dare to tread. This is the destination marked on the letter from the founding emperor.
Through repeated experiments, it has been discovered that this bell is not made of purple gold, but rather an extremely rare alloy of a different kind. It possesses a slight sound-killing effect, capable of influencing the minds of most living beings. Those who are subjected to its sound waves at close range may experience symptoms such as visual distortion, dizziness, nausea, and retching. Consequently, the idea arose to create a protective amulet.
Fierce and cold, one could even clearly see the approaching mouthparts. At this critical moment, the golden-winged silver scorpion suddenly halted its movements, an abruptness that was almost unbearable. Just before losing consciousness, he saw a pair of jade-like feet descending gracefully, a slender figure blocking the sunlight, her beautiful eyes sweeping over with a hint of coldness. Yet, in Tian Maoping's eyes, she was akin to the most exquisite spring water in the world
Perhaps luck has arrived, as he has not encountered any sand wolves. Walking straight for three to four kilometers has been very quiet. Tian Maoping does not believe that heaven pities him, for this is a dead zone. There is only one possibility that would make the sand wolves hesitate, and that is the demon beasts, the shackles that have plagued humanity since time immemorial.
Setting aside the factions involved, each sect is essentially a利益团体, controlling countless merchant fleets, farmlands, mines, and workshops. Above these sects, the unified authority is the "Imperial Court"
As expected, the sound of the forest people's "Jie Ah" grew increasingly noisy, completely obscuring the sun, while the heavy "gloom" swept towards the ox cart
The wolf pack seized the prey, and in the blink of an eye, the blue ox was torn to shreds. Its owner did not launch the previously powerful arrows as expected. The blue ox, terrified before its death, had already lost control of its bowels, and amidst the blood, there was a mingling of a foul urine smell. The mechanism of the seven-string crossbow was also overwhelmed by the wolf pack, and the dromedary wolves could not have failed to detect the scent of human flesh in the carriage, their claws reaching for the barrier.
Puff... Hiss... Fifty meters ahead, sand and gravel erupted, causing the ground to immediately sink. Something happened. Underground, it advanced rapidly, creating a small mound of earth.
I truly wish the dromedary wolf would remain in place to observe, as this would save a great deal of effort. Unfortunately, the heavens do not align with human wishes; the wolf pack has moved. Clearly, they do not intend to forgo the opportunity for revenge, yet at the same time, there is a hint of fear, cautiously advancing forward. Once they reach a certain distance, they will launch a lightning strike.
This tuning fork has its own origin. Tian Maoping often roamed the countryside and the markets, having read many books, which naturally gave him a greater knowledge of natural history than the average person. Whenever he encountered something of interest, he could not help but purchase it for research. Over the course of ten years, he managed to find a few good items, among which was a broken purple-gold bell.
The ferocious camel wolves could not withstand the punishment of human intelligence, frightened by the crossbow bolts, they abandoned hundreds of corpses and retreated a hundred meters, whimpering as they looked at their struggling kindred on the ground. The car window closed again, and Tian Maoping sighed, "Damn it, five hundred and sixty-eight still have combat capability"
The pursuit of demonic cultivation seeks breakthroughs in one's physical constitution. Although it involves a myriad of techniques, the overall threshold for cultivation is quite high; without a certain degree of talent and perseverance, it is extremely difficult to persist. In contrast, the righteous path focuses on energy control, which is remarkably easy to enter. Even though the exceptional individuals are one in a hundred, the population base is vast, and they possess abundant planetary resources. After thousands of years of development, their advantages are undoubtedly evident. In contrast, the righteous path focuses on energy control, which is remarkably easy to enter. Even though the exceptional individuals are one in a hundred, the population base is vast, and they possess abundant planetary resources. After thousands of years of development, their advantages are undoubtedly evident.