Chapter 423: Chapter 261: Dragonbone Rock Land, Mumu Worshipers (Double-Length)

Rogel was somewhat curious.

Undoubtedly, this was an incredibly grand and arduous project; even in this world of extraordinary power, it couldn’t possibly be completed in just a year or two.

Hearing this, the guide gave a bitter smile: "You should be asking how many generations it took us to build it."

Before the cliffside stairs were completed, these Mumu Worshipers were just an ordinary settlement.

They hadn’t even developed their own cultural identity at that time.

They could only rely on the pitifully small coast beneath the Dragonbone Rock Land, barely subsisting on fishing and a bit of farming.

The most important thing was a special plant.

Rocky Four Seasons Branch.

It was hanging on the cliffs of the rocky land, bearing different fruits throughout the seasons, hence its name.

In spring and autumn, it bore grain-like fruits.

In summer and winter, it bore fruit-like fruits.

A special plant rooted in the cliffside rocks, providing an extremely important food source for the Mumu Worshipers.

Without this crop, relying solely on the often wave-battered soil below, they would never have developed to their current state.

"It’s spring now, the fruits of the Four Seasons Fruit are the Spring Needle Spike."

"The wine you’re drinking is brewed from the Spring Needle Spike."

The guide pointed to the wine in Rogel’s hand.

This puzzled Rogel: "Why haven’t I seen the Rocky Four Seasons Branch you’re talking about?"

Upon hearing this, he smiled and then took Rogel to a window in the tavern, pointing in a direction.

Following his gaze, Rogel saw a large depression in the Dragonbone Rock Land, with cliffs full of brown resilient plants, their branches bearing some slender green fruits.

[Rocky Four Seasons Branch]

[Type: Plant]

[Quality: Golden]

[Special Effect: Depending on the blowing sea breeze, the Rocky Four Seasons Branch bears different fruits, alternating between grains and fruits, with the taste also influenced by the sea breeze. (Note: The cliffside rocks containing special substances are their growth foundation, and the fierce sea breeze is a necessary condition for them to bear fruit)]

[Explanation: A plant that bears fruit all year round, considered a gift from heaven, but its growing conditions are extremely harsh, discouraging many from attempting to cultivate it.]

[Mysticism·Peeping Secret has provided you with extra information.]

[Someone once attempted to create a legendary crop to solve hunger, but it seemed destined that such a perfect crop would not exist, as it was endowed with extreme growing conditions at birth.]

No wonder.

The Mumu Worshipers, who have a deep connection with the Rocky Four Seasons Branch, have already organized it, creating a complete cliffside farm.

The Rocky Four Seasons Branch in this large depression can receive more sea breeze, hence bearing plenty of fruit.

Otherwise, the Mumu Worshipers would clearly not use its fruit for brewing.

"We owe our development to it,"

the guide remarked with some emotion.

"Diligence, wisdom, and perseverance are also indispensable parts," Rogel said.

"What a marvelous creation."

Mira sighed, then started looking for paper and pen.

After not finding them for a long time, she looked at Yas next to her.

Yas rubbed his forehead, then took out paper and pen from his pouch and handed them to her.

The guide smiled.

"You seem to not get along well with the people from the Mire of Decay?"

Lina spoke at this moment.

When they first arrived, the Mumu Worshipers weren’t friendly.

However, they sensibly reasoned things out with their fists, and only then did both parties resolve the conflict amicably and peacefully. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"The people from the Mire of Decay once waged war against us, trying to seize the Rocky Four Seasons Branch."

The guide briefly explained the reason.

He also understood that this group in front of him was not allied with the people from the Mire of Decay.

They had traversed the dangerous, terrifying boundary fog to get here, fearless explorers...

Alright, in truth, Rogel just had harder fists, and the tribal warriors who initially clashed with them are still lying in bed...

"Are the people from the Mire of Decay that short of food?"

Noemi said with some confusion.

"..." The guide glanced at her, his throat seemingly blocked for a moment before he finally uttered, "In this place shrouded by boundary fog... there’s a shortage of everything except war."

Noemi, big brain, asking such silly questions...

"Please continue to lead us,"

Rogel interrupted the idle chatter.

The group moved again towards the top of the Dragonbone Rock Land.

Mira was a bit out of breath.

Although she could now stand and her physique had improved a bit, she hadn’t been out of bed for a long time before, and things like climbing stairs were her weak points.

Let alone these long cliffside stairs.

Seeing this, Yas said, "I told you to exercise with me more often, but you didn’t listen."

"You expect a body like mine to lift iron anchors like you?" Mira had her sayings too, with dissatisfaction on her face.

"..."

Yas said nothing, bending slightly in front of her.

"Hehe, you’re so kind, big brother."

Mira immediately lay on his back, giggling, and began enjoying the "elevator ride."

Rogel found this somewhat amusing.

Mira was indeed quick to change her face.

But soon, her smile faded.

"Can you stop leaning back so much, or are you trying to jump off the cliff?"

"It’s just bumpy, not comfortable at all!"

"You’re quite demanding."

"And you’re quite chatty."

...

After a while.

The group finally made it through the cliffside stairs, reaching the top layer of Dragonbone Rock Land.

Suddenly, their view completely opened up.

In front of them was a lush highland meadow.

There were many white tents on it, with the most eye-catching one being a huge thing in the center.

A pile of coiled dragon remains.

The Mumu Worshipers had protected it well, not only with some support structures but also building an altar to respectfully place it there.

Below were some people dressed in white robes, praying earnestly.

A ripple of illusion swept across the dragon remains from Rogel’s body.

"Muse Laya..."

"Dragon Village... what exactly happened here..."

Uvie Muzhe’s voice carried a sigh and weariness.

Since parting from Starry Dragon City and reuniting with his old friend, he never expected such a scene.

Muse Laya had long since fallen.

Rogel said nothing, standing silently.

"It suffered heavy injuries, with many scars on its body; it seems someone chased it here..."

"...Rogel, please investigate first. If there are no clues... I’ll think of a way."

Uvie Muzhe’s voice bore suppressed anger.

At this moment, the leader and priest of the Mumu Worshipers, along with several tribal warriors, approached.

The tribal warriors and the leading leader had white oil paint patterns on their faces, resembling the contours of a giant dragon, with a scar on their forehead, somewhat akin to dragon claw marks.

Meanwhile, the priest wore a white robe, with only the claw mark on the forehead.

"Welcome, Explorer,"

The priest nodded towards Rogel, then introduced himself, exchanging names.

Rogel wasted no time with idle talk, getting straight to the point: "Could you tell me how much you know about Muse Laya?"

Hearing this, they frowned slightly and exchanged looks.

Seeing this, Rogel extended his arm; under their watchful eyes, the Giant Dragon Bloodline manifested, with hard, pure white scales covering his entire arm.

"It is my kin."

At these words, both the leader and the priest opposite were shocked, incredulous.

But the scene before them could not be faked.

The extraordinary powers they wielded all came from this dragon remains.

It was by seeing Muse Laya’s remains when they ascended Dragonbone Rock Land that the Mumu Worshipers came to be.

Muse Laya and the giant dragons held an unspeakable place in their hearts.

Thus, Rogel quickly obtained the information he wanted during the negotiation process.

Yet the gains were not substantial.

The only thing worth mentioning was the sliding marks near Muse Laya’s body after its death.

The direction indicated it came from the west.

Another important piece of information was its wound.

A giant Broken Blade Dagger had pierced its chest, stabbing through the dragon heart.