The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1218: The Giant Dwarf

"That’s the Dwarf Race, living in the Dark Dimension, specifically to groom the feathers for our Space Holy Roc Clan."

Yu Kong pointed at them and said with a smile.

"Dwa... Dwarf Race?"

Ye Feng’s mouth twitched.

You call a race of giants a hundred meters tall the Dwarf Race?

What does that make me then?

Super dwarf race?

Ye Feng continually ridiculed in his mind.

Boom Boom Boom!

The group of tall Dwarf Race entered the Holy Island and immediately climbed a huge tree to help a Space Holy Roc stationed there groom its feathers.

Their movements were very skilled.

On every Space Holy Roc, there were some dead feathers still stubbornly attached.

If not removed, it would be very uncomfortable.

The stronger beings among the Dwarf Race first took out a special medicinal liquid and sprayed it on the roots of the dead feathers, making them loose, then quickly plucked them out and filled it with a type of mud.

"That is White Sand Mud!"

Yu Kong pointed at the mud in the hands of the Dwarf Race.

This substance appeared sandy and its surface shimmered with spiritual light, emitting a strong vitality.

"That’s a specialty of the Space Jellyfish’s habitat."

Yu Kong added, "Before a Space Jellyfish dies, it comes to the sea island where the Dwarf Race lives, dies on the beach, and gradually decomposes into White Sand Mud, which is a supreme grade medicinal material for treating injuries."

"There’s such a miraculous material?!"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, impressed by the new knowledge.

On a nearby tree.

With the White Sand Mud applied on the wounds, the Space Holy Roc immediately grew new feathers, and very rapidly at that.

Moments later.

The feather was restored to its original state.

It looked shiny and vibrant, indistinguishable from normal feathers, emitting a faint aura of space.

The group of Dwarf Race replicated the process.

They plucked all the dead and decayed feathers from that Space Holy Roc and treated them with White Sand Mud.

Half an hour later.

The grooming of the feathers was completed.

A few hundred feathers had fallen off the Space Holy Roc, which wasn’t considered much.

"Hmm, the shedding rate is not high, pretty good."

The ancient ancestor of Space Holy Roc, Yu Kong, said with a smile.

On the ground.

A few hundred feathers had fallen, each initially as large as a tree, but after falling to the ground, they shrank to the size of a palm, astonishingly.

"This is our space contraction talent."

Yu Kong explained.

At their seats.

Ye Feng and the Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate looked at each other.

They realized something.

No matter what they thought, it seemed that the ancient ancestor of Space Holy Roc, Yu Kong, could overhear it.

"You two needn’t be surprised!"

The voice of Yu Kong sounded again, "I can’t actually overhear your thoughts, it’s just that I’ve lived for too long, and I can generally guess what you’re thinking."

Hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate communicated telepathically: "Indeed, there are such powerful beings, reaching a certain stage of strength, they continue not to advance further but pursue a path of natural enlightenment, gradually becoming like Demonic Beasts with their mindset."

Cultivators don’t necessarily become wiser as they get older.

For example:

A cultivator who has lived for a hundred thousand years but spent all those years cultivating, reaching the Supreme Saint Realm, with a high cultivation level and strong power.

But!

A hundred thousand years of constant hardship has solidified his Dao heart, yet he may not necessarily be strong in worldly and personal interactions.

While one who practices until reaching the Void Break Realm and stays stuck there, constantly scheming within the family or Sect, fighting against people and Demonic Beasts, their strategizing will undoubtedly advance continuously.

After a thousand years.

Such a person’s schemes might make even a Saint Realm blush.

But, such people are still rare.

Cultivators all understand a principle.

Strength overcomes all cunning!

A highly cunning individual at the Void Break Realm, when facing a Supreme Saint, is still just an ant.

With just a thought, a Supreme Saint Realm could annihilate someone.

For this reason, high-ranking cultivators often disdain crafty strategies, preferring a straightforward approach instead.

Of course, this is true for most.

Yet, there are also some top-notch powerhouses who revel in scheming, treating all beings like chess pieces, controlling their lives.

"My power has been stuck on the tenth level of the Hidden Realm for a long time, and the Power of Space has ceased to advance. It’s tough!"

Yu Kong murmured softly.

"We call the Hidden Realm the Hundred Tribulations Realm."

Ye Feng spoke up.

"Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

Yu Kong raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, each level ascended involves overcoming a tribulation. When the Law reaches Perfection, precisely a hundred major tribulations would have been faced. The name Hundred Tribulations Realm is intuitive and clear."

"Yes, that’s what we call it in our place."

Ye Feng nodded.

"Young friend, it seems you have the presence of the Hundred Tribulations Realm around you, and moreover, their power far surpasses mine. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so calm seeing me," said Yu Kong meaningfully.

Ye Feng just smiled and said nothing.

"I almost forgot to formally introduce myself. I am an ancestor of the Space Holy Roc Clan, Yu Kong, and I still don’t know your names?" Yu Kong looked towards Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate.

"Misty Sect’s Sect Master, Ye Feng!"

"Misty Sect Elder, Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate."

The two introduced themselves in turn.

"So it’s Young Friend Ye Feng and Young Friend Ancient Spirit."

Yu Kong laughed heartily, spreading his splendid golden wings, looking up into the depths of the Dark Dimension with sparkling eyes that illuminated the heavens.

Not far from the tree below.

The few hundred feathers scattered on the ground were sucked up by Yu Kong, the blood strands inside gradually radiating outwards and converging mid-air into a fist-sized blood orb.

"This is your reward."

Yu Kong exhaled, blowing the blood orb towards the Dwarf who, clad in a coat of Space Holy Roc feathers, caught it and quickly performed a kneeling salute.

"Keep sorting the feathers!"

Yu Kong commanded.

"Alright!"

The Dwarf leader quickly waved a hand, organizing more Dwarfs to climb the giant tree and groom the feathers of the Space Holy Roc perched above.

Thus the day passed.

The feathers of several hundred Space Holy Rocs were sorted by the group of Dwarfs, who in return received several hundred fist-sized blood orbs and a ground scattered with feathers.

Soon, the Dwarfs left.

"Every ten years, we need to groom our feathers to ensure we always remain at our peak."

Yu Kong explained again.

Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate nodded, finally understanding the importance of grooming the feathers.

"Are there many other races in the Dark Dimension?" Ye Feng asked, pointing in the direction the Dwarfs had left, quite curious.

"Not many, and they’re spread far apart."

Yu Kong shook his head, "Even for the Dwarfs to reach our Space Holy Roc’s Holy Island, it takes several days. Other races are even more remote."

"Is there a force called the Number One Divine Sect?"

Ye Feng shifted the topic to the focal point.

"Number One Divine Sect? That’s a force best not provoked. Their Sect Master has reached the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. Though he can’t defeat me, this person has a very frightening master... seems to be named Ancient Emperor."

Yu Kong pondered for a while before speaking.

Ancient Emperor?!

Ye Feng’s eyes nearly popped out.

That’s Shangguan Shenyu’s master!

Could it be, the Sect Master of the Number One Divine Sect and Shangguan Shenyu are like brothers?

Last time, when Ye Feng accessed the information about Shangguan Shenyu, he knew that the latter was the ninth disciple of Ancient Emperor. Hence, the Sect Master of the Number One Divine Sect must be one of the senior disciples.

"How powerful is Ancient Emperor?"

Ye Feng asked somberly.

"Not sure, I only saw this person’s Divine Sense incarnation from afar and felt my scalp tingle, so I hurried away."

Yu Kong’s expression grew solemn.

Hearing this, Ye Feng’s mouth twitched.

Just a Divine Sense incarnation was enough to make a cultivator in the tenth layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm anxious. Ancient Emperor’s true form, at the very least, must be in the twentieth layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. No wonder Shangguan Shenyu dared to be so arrogant.

"Do you have any feud with Ancient Emperor?"

Yu Kong suddenly asked.

"Er... I have a feud with his ninth disciple, Shangguan Shenyu. As for Ancient Emperor, I haven’t seen him in person."

Ye Feng shook his head.