Dragon Head Mountain’s location.

The mountain range is desolate, covered with ores.

In the distance, a small Stone Village is nestled here, smoke curling up, exuding a lively atmosphere.

A robust man, holding an iron ladle, scooped a piece of Demon Beast Flesh from a just-boiled pot, placed it in a bowl, and served it to Jiang Shi and Daoist Master Xuan sitting at the table with a smile.

"Brother Jiang, Daoist Master Xuan, we in Stone Village don’t have any delicacies to entertain you with, just our village’s specialty, the Red-tailed Rat. Please, give it a try."

The man said with a smile.

Jiang Shi looked plainly at the red piece of meat in the large bowl, picked up chopsticks, took a bite, placed it in his mouth, and found the texture slightly tough, yet there was an indescribable fragrance as he chewed. He couldn’t help but nod slightly and smile, "The taste is not bad, somewhat similar to veal."

Daoist Master Xuan glanced at the robust man and sighed, "Er Niu, stop being busy, come over and eat with us."

"Master, you eat first, I’ll just watch."

The robust man seemed somewhat ill at ease.

After arriving, Daoist Master Xuan had already directly declared his identity as their ancestor, making the robust man find it somewhat unbelievable.

Faced with Daoist Master Xuan, he was reluctant to call him ancestor and yet unwilling to be disrespectful, so he could only refer to him as Master.

"Er Niu, no need for that, come eat with us."

Daoist Master Xuan sighed again.

"This..."

The robust man’s expression changed, but he finally nodded gently, "Alright, Master."

He had no choice but to brace himself, approach the table, and sit down uneasily.

"This is my last meal in Stone Village. After this meal, I will leave this place. As for your destinies, from now on, it depends on yourselves."

Daoist Master Xuan gently instructed, "I have passed down the method of cultivation. As long as you practice earnestly and don’t flaunt it recklessly, no one should bother you. As for how far you’ll cultivate in the future, it completely depends on each of your talents."

"Master, are you leaving?"

The robust man was shocked, immediately speaking up.

In the past two days, Daoist Master Xuan had taught them a lot.

Now, his sudden departure made him feel a deep reluctance.

"Yes, there is no feast that never ends. It was my fault back then, and now I have tried hard to make amends, but your path still needs to be walked by yourselves."

Daoist Master Xuan said with an aged voice.

Suddenly, he hesitated slightly, looked at Jiang Shi, and said, "Mr. Jiang, why not leave them a token, with your reputation, it might save their lives at a critical moment."

Jiang Shi smiled slightly and nodded, "Sure."

He looked around the yard, then smiled as he picked up a decent-looking stone from the ground, and with fingers as sharp as a sword, he began to carve on it.

Sss, sss, sss!

Soon, two deep and large characters were completely formed.

The stone was engraved with the two characters "Jiang Shi".

"This contains about thirty percent of my power. If activated, it can save your lives at a critical moment. However, after one use, the stone will self-destruct, so it’s best if you remain discreet!"

Jiang Shi smiled and handed the stone to Er Niu.

Er Niu held the stone with a grateful face, nodding repeatedly, "Thank you, Brother Jiang. The great kindness and virtue of Brother Jiang, Er Niu and the people of Stone Village will never forget!"

Jiang Shi chuckled, said no more, but continued eating the red meat in the bowl.

...

Half an hour later.

A gentle breeze came.

Dust swirled like a veil on the dragon head, rustling, somewhat blurring the eyes.

Er Niu shaded his eyes with his hand, hurriedly stood up, and was about to shut the door. But just as he managed to close it, he turned back to see that Jiang Shi and Daoist Master Xuan had vanished from the courtyard.

"Brother Jiang, Master..."

Er Niu couldn’t help but shout in surprise, "Brother Jiang..."

...

In the distance.

Jiang Shi smiled faintly and said, "Daoist Master Xuan, have you truly let go?"

"I have."

Daoist Master Xuan’s expression was complex as he looked back and said, "Every child and grandchild has their blessing. What the old man can do is limited. I did this only to make amends for my daughter."

"True."

Jiang Shi nodded, smiling, "Then let’s go, head to the Divine Tomb. I bet Yang Yaotian’s avatar still harbors resentment. I’m curious to see his reaction when we meet again."

The two of them flickered and vanished once more.

...

The world was abuzz, and the news was ceaseless.

Various discussions continued without pause.

The Divine Tomb, located in the Western Desert Land.

Mysterious and vast.

It is said to be the tomb of ancient gods, with harsh environments, dense fog, and mists, and housing ancient and gigantic relics.

Every year, countless experts journey to the Divine Tomb, seeking to find their destiny.

Near the Divine Tomb, there is a group of extremely peculiar humans who claim to be descendants of the Divine Demon, with powerful bloodlines that distinguish them from humans and the Alien Race.

Some have a vertical eye on their foreheads, able to see minute details and perceive afar; others have golden hair and beard, tall statures; some even have wings growing from their backs.

These are said to be traits of ancient Divine Demons.

Yet, these descendants of the Divine Demon are extremely rare and unwilling to leave the Western Desert, so knowledge of them is scarce across the world.

They have no direct interest conflicts with other humans, allowing them to coexist peacefully until now.