Chapter Forty-six Xiangdora

  Chandora. The sacred birthplace of the Barbarian War God. Also the site of the ruins of the former Barbarian Empire.

  Among the broken walls and crumbling ruins, lush grasses and trees have grown, exuding a thick historical atmosphere. On the relatively well-preserved walls, large patches of moss cover them, or vines with slender stems and blooming flowers, in a mottled array of colors, only visible up close, where faint remnants of murals still linger, as if narrating the past glory that once was here.

  Pulling the line of sight closer, across countless incomplete historical relics, to the sacred place where the ancestors of the barbarians rested in the past. Below, there are dozens of thin barbarians with feathered crowns worshiping on the ground, carefully searching for fragmented stones from the thick leafy soil, distinguishing them and then putting the ones they want into the animal skin pouches at their waists, useless ones are piled up at the edge of the sacred place to avoid affecting their work progress and subsequent confusion.

  A black bear led a few trusted followers through here, one of whom looked at these originally high-ranking people who should be sitting comfortably in their tents, refining medicine and feeding insects, or studying forbidden techniques. Some couldn't help but feel sorry for them and sighed, saying: "Day after day, year after year, when will this ever end?"

  The black bear glanced at this savage with a sideways glance and snorted: " Inferior skills can only be enslaved by others."

  Another barbarian nodded at the waist of the black bear and said in a low voice: "Leader, be careful what you say!"

  The black bear was startled, carefully looked around, didn't find anything unusual, then clenched his fists and said bitterly: "Other big tribes think I, the black bear, occupy the ancestral holy land, have countless brave warriors under me, should be a hero who is invincible and unmatched. They don't know the difficulties of my life, this is just, just..."

  "What is it?" A cold voice suddenly sounded, scaring the black bears so much that they all knelt down on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly, and were actually scared to the point of chattering.

  Even those who were still searching for pebbles in the mud in the distance turned around, prostrated themselves on the ground, and shouted: "Great High Priest, you have arrived."

  In the clear sky, a huge dark cloud suddenly appeared, as if it had covered the entire sky. Immediately after, a loud roar filled with madness was heard, and an overwhelming pressure that was difficult to match had suddenly pressed down, causing a strong gust of wind to sweep across the ground. In the midst of the fierce gale, large amounts of weeds were uprooted, carrying soft mud into the air along with the violent winds. Even some trees were unable to escape, not only being blown east and west, but also having their thick branches broken off one by one, flying upwards, and then being torn apart in mid-air by an inexplicable powerful force. In the face of this power that was filled with violence and destruction, Hei Xiong and his companions could only lie flat on the ground, feeling wave after wave of weakness, just like Fire Cloud Evil God in the movie "Kung Fu" who was struck to the ground by the Buddha's Palm of Ah Sing, unable to muster up any strength to resist!

  The Sky Dragon Morak is actually the mount of the barbarian war god in legend, accompanying the war god to fight everywhere and making great achievements. It is said that it can freely control the power of hurricanes, roll up thunderstorms, and also use its mighty divine power to part the sea surface and devour giant sea beasts, so the name Morak has the meaning of hurricane. Tatar named his own Sky Dragon Morak, which actually means to compete with that legendary creature. This is like Xiongshan naming his own Double-Footed Flying Dragon as Gomorrah, sharing the same name as the flying dragon king, the mount of the ancient god Vashino. Although it seems that Tatar is more arrogant, he has the capital to be arrogant. As for his Morak, there is indeed a chance of success in a million. The tragedy of Xiongshan is purely ignorant and pitiful. With his kind of goods, even zero point a few, with countless zeros after the decimal point, it's probably not his turn. In other words, his probability of success is zero.

  The Sky Dragon was originally a descendant of the Eight Great Gods of Creation, specifically the Heavenly Dragon, and its bloodline was noble, surpassing even the giant dragons that still exist in this world today. Perhaps only the earliest generation of ancient dragon species could rival it. However, Tatar's Sky Dragon had an impure bloodline, and it was unclear how many generations removed it was from its ancestors or what abilities it may have lost over time. Moreover, Tatar deliberately cultivated it as a spiritual being, suppressing other abilities mixed in its bloodline. Although it still exhibited some characteristics at times, such as whipping up strong winds when taking off or landing, these traits were no longer pronounced and could not be utilized in combat. Over several generations, as the bloodline became increasingly mixed, the powerful abilities inherited from their ancestors may have disappeared, causing this divine lineage to degenerate into a new species of magical beast.

  If Tatar can really cultivate this Sky Dragon to the realm of a legendary powerhouse, purify its bloodline, it may not be impossible to restore the glory of the Sky Dragon clan. If it can go further and become a demigod, awakening the ancient memories in its bloodline, it will be able to revive the abilities passed down by its ancestors, plus Tatar's specially cultivated, unparalleled spiritual abilities, it can instantly burst out with boundless power. Even if it's a so-called true god, it may not necessarily be its opponent!

  Of course, all this may happen. But after all, it's still very far away, conservatively estimated, and it will take hundreds of years. Even if Tatar has the ambition, the long years can drag down his will. Moreover, he only wants to do one thing now! After doing this, even if he dies, he can die with his eyes closed.

  "How's it going?" Tatal stood on Morak's head, looking down at these ant-like creatures and said lightly.

  The black bear's face twitched, and he hadn't expected Tatal to return so quickly. Moreover, the tasks he had ordered had not made any progress due to some reasons, and instead, dozens of high-ranking magic beasts had been killed, making him even more tense. Still, he gritted his teeth and reported truthfully: "I followed the High Priest's orders and led a team to search near the Tumbler River, but for some reason, we were attacked by the Tumbler Water Wraiths and suffered heavy losses. This time, I've come back specifically to bring the High Priest's refined Dragon Slayer Blade to fight those water worms again!"

  "Fool! Idiot! Do you want to go to war with the Water Witch?! Tatar spoke coldly: "We've all been deceived. Pull everyone back."

  The black bear raised its head and argued, "Great priest, all the major tribes have already spread the news. The Bug God has appeared in the Panbai River Valley, with three different abilities. All the major tribes are eager to move, even the old guys from the Giant Rhinoceros and Hungry Wolf tribes can't sit still, sending people to search for the Bug God's trail. At this time, how can we retreat our troops? Judging from the performance of the Panbai Water Monster, the Bug God is clearly from somewhere, but we can't let other tribes get ahead of us!"

  Tatal sneered and said cruelly: "I told you to retreat, so just retreat. What's the point of saying so much nonsense? Are you going to disobey me?"

  The black bear's face changed greatly and he said in a terrified tone: "I don't dare! I don't dare! I'll go call the person back right now!"

  Tatal snorted coldly and ignored the few brainless fools, turning to look at the busy sacrificial officials, saying in a cold voice: "How's the progress?"

  A white-haired, thin and small figure like a hemp rod, the priest, opened his animal skin bag with trembling hands, gathered at the top of his head, and said: "We have found many broken stone walls, stele, and the restoration work has also made progress. However, most of them are just ordinary forbidden techniques, occasionally there are some forbidden techniques unique to the great priest lineage, but their power is not very great."

  "What about these on your hands?" Tatal asked.

  "These, according to my analysis, should be the stone tablets that record the Seven Great Taboos and the 365 Major Priestly Prohibitions. They are also the most central part of the sacred land - the Holy Spirit Tablets. However, they have been destroyed most thoroughly, and a large portion is probably beyond repair." The priest said with a sigh, his mouth full of bitterness.

  When the city of Chandora was destroyed, the barbarian king killed himself to protect the city. Mu Ta, in order to prevent his lineage from being taken over by outsiders, went all out and used his divine powers to destroy the stone tablets that recorded the rituals for breeding insects, driving away beasts, and forbidden techniques. The sacred tablets that recorded the seven major taboos and 365 medium-sized priestly forbidden techniques were naturally the first to be destroyed, and they were destroyed most thoroughly. Even the best priests in the Black Bear tribe could not repair them.

  "So that's to say it can't be repaired!" Tatal's voice was toneless, but those who knew him understood that this was a sign of his anger before he killed someone!

  The old priest who was shaking with fear said, "It's not that there isn't any. Although most of it can no longer be identified, after this period of time and our efforts, we have still restored a very small part."

  Tatal's eyes lit up and he said: "What is it about?"

  "There were only a few disjointed fragments, and some unrecognizable ancient texts. It seemed to be one of the seven major taboos, and also...” The old priest's expression turned strange at this point, and under Tata's urging, he continued: "That thing, it seems, was the method of casting judgment used by the war god in the year of the thunderbolt."

  "Thunder Judgment!? The main body of the divine artifact, Raiou, is in the teacher's hands!" Tatara's eyes flashed with an unusual light, and he suddenly waved his hand, saying coldly: "Send over all the restored stone monuments. Also, continue to repair the Holy Spirit Monument. If there are any discoveries, come notify me."

  "Yes, yes, yes." Those who were making offerings nodded like little chickens pecking at grain, looking as if they were scared to death. It wasn't until Tatal had ridden off on Morak for a long time that they dared to lift their heads and wipe away the sweat that was streaming down their faces. It's unclear whether it was Tatal who had frightened them or because of the heat, being scorched by the sun.