Chapter 379: Chapter 163: Eastern Wilderness Southern Domain, Mountain Sea Year 37,000_2

"You crazy old man!"

From a distance of nearly a mile, he sensed a giant halberd descending upon his head.

Even more terrifying was that as the giant halberd fell, from top to bottom, scarlet golden runes emerged on its body, like adornments encircling the halberd, clinking and clanking, shaking the divine soul.

Boom!

In an instant, Shen Can’s war intent exploded, forming a fist with his right hand.

The Mountain and River Suppressing Fist Seal was pushed to the extreme by him, evolving into miles of mountains and rivers, reflecting starlight in their shimmering surfaces.

Just like that, he punched out, colliding with the falling giant halberd.

Boom!

As the fist seal collided with the giant halberd, Shen Can felt his ears ring as he lost his hearing, a terrifying ripple spreading from the point of collision, sweeping in all directions.

Then, his body flew horizontally, with a thunderous roar of blood energy within him.

On the spot, Shen Can transformed into a form of a dozen feet tall Wild Beast, with the roar of blood energy within him like the crashing waves of the ocean.

"Clang!"

Another streak of red fire lit up from the halberd mark, and this time, the scarlet golden runes lit up, like little suns, blazing with light, gathering thunderous sounds, descending toward Shen Can.

Shen Can felt as if he had entered an alchemy furnace, the scorching heat, weightiness, and barrenness pressed him so he could barely breathe.

Boom!

Without hesitation, he extracted all the surging blood energy within him, gathering it into the palm of his hand, and punched out again.

A dazzling brilliance rose in the collision, and Shen Can’s massive body was pushed back horizontally, crashing down, cracking the ground open with wide gashes.

In an instant, in the already barren region, sand and stones whirled, raising a scorching red whirlwind.

On the ground, a massive figure of sixteen feet in height plunged into the earth.

The residual blood energy from the Divine Treasure and Nine Celestial Veins converged into a long river wrapping around the body.

"For those who do not strive for improvement, should they be killed?"

At the same time, a voice suddenly echoed in Shen Can’s divine sense.

Without needing to think, he knew how to answer.

The old mad... the old senior had already shown the example, with bones paving the ground.

"Should, should, should."

With Shen Can’s response, a red light appeared at the halberd mark, in which an apparition of an old man with withered features appeared.

His entire head of hair was dull and lifeless, his whole person as dry as dead wood, shriveled enough to serve as firewood.

At this moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes, exchanging glances with Shen Can.

All that could be seen was slaughter, the earth withering in his gaze.

No wonder he dared to chase and hack at the Golden Crow Kuafu.

"It’s settled then, a promise is a promise!"

The sudden eight words left Shen Can in silence.

What promise, what did he agree to? No, this old guy really doesn’t follow the rules.

He doesn’t do things according to common sense.

"Senior."

"Don’t call me senior, the thirty-seven thousand six hundred and thirty-seventh year of the Mountain and Sea Calendar, we made a pact."

Brothers...

Shen Can thought he was about to be accepted as a disciple.

And this Mountain and Sea Calendar, he had never heard of it, not even in the borrowed volumes of the clan records from the Jishan Bo Division.

It seems that Yongyi is somewhat isolated.

"It’s normal that you haven’t heard of the Mountain and Sea Calendar; the place you’re at is too remote, and after several catastrophic events, all heritage has vanished.

The Mountain and Sea Calendar wasn’t independently created by the Human Race but began the day when the first powerful being from the Mountain and Sea Wilderness, beyond the Ninth Realm, transcended, and all races paid homage to it.

That existence resides in Buzhou Mountain at the center of Mountain Sea, supposedly still at its peak, dominating the Mountain Sea in all directions, with all races submitting.

As for what kind of existence it is, I can’t say, because I don’t know either."

"Long before the Mountain and Sea Calendar’s lengthy years, our Human Race began to migrate and proliferate in all directions.

However, the Great Wilderness is vast and perilous, with countless mountains and valleys, fraught with treacherous terrains, hiding many ferocious beasts.

In the beginning, our Human Race had the capability to explore and locate the places to which our migrating kin relocated.

But as time passed, those who migrated continued to move outward, getting farther and farther away, leading to more and more offshoots.

Under calamities, our migrating kin only moved toward seemingly safer places, causing their positions to become increasingly chaotic, with more lost contact.

Now, the strength of our race is far from enough to conduct a thorough check of the scattered Human Race.

Fortunately, with the power of migration and proliferation, despite frequent calamities and rampant Disaster Beasts, the legacy continues.

Alas, too many places have forgotten the ancestral will."

"Senior..."

"Call me old brother."

"You want to say that although I repelled the Golden Crow Kuafu to protect the Human Race, why do I have the heart to kill my own kin?"

"There is a difference between foreign invasions and internal strife; how can our own people allow outsiders to intervene!"

"This is called cleansing the clan."

"Tell me if what I’m saying is right or not."

After a moment of silence, Shen Can spoke.

"Old brother, can you be more specific? Here we call it Yongyi, and to the north, across the mountains, is called Dai Land. Specifically, where are we in the Eastern Wilderness Southern Domain?"

"The Eastern Wilderness Southern Domain alone spans billions of miles, with countless races; how would I know where this is of yours?

Places of this size as where you are can be found everywhere, and what’s called Yongyi and Dai Land are but names for your regional designations.

I chased the Golden Crow over here without seeing a single promising individual, not even a Marquis Division for self-amusement.

Do you think this should be tolerated?

If I’d known they were all this unpromising, the ancestors should have let you wet the bed back then, saving such a tragic migration."