Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 823 - 182: Peach Blossom Calamity_2

Just as the senior’s view had suggested, the world of mortals was indeed not as simple and beautiful as accompanying clouds and tea trees on Tea Mountain. Like the chaotic situation in the Aegean Continent, the far-east Silk Continent too was engulfed in war, with human nations battling each other incessantly. Even the Divine Beasts, both big and small, were divided into countless sects and factions, frequently engaging in fiery conflicts and brutal struggles over interests.

The Divine Beasts involved in these endless clashes were mostly ordinary ones capable of transforming into human form, along with some mid and low-tier Divine Beasts. Only a very limited number of high-tier and super-tier Divine Beasts intervened. Beings like Beamon, a super-tier Divine Beast, were rare, and those participating in the worldly disputes of Divine Beast factions were even scarcer. Thus, Beamon naturally became a target that all parties desperately tried to recruit. Being a Bolang Sha Huo Crane born with a proud nature, Beamon almost didn’t think twice before rejecting these offers of interest, choosing instead to continue his life as a lone ranger.

Beamon had underestimated the world’s cruelty. For a solitary and proud being like him, it would have been fine not to engage with society. However, once involved in disputes, maintaining an attitude of self-admiration often made him a target for conspiracies by various forces. Most powers would carry out unsavory acts in secret, and having wandered in the human world for a thousand years with a nature inclined towards chivalry, Beamon had naturally made countless enemies, both openly and secretly.

If one cannot win them over, then make sure no one else can either. This ruthless philosophy was widely prevalent among any race on the Silk Continent.

After gaining fame, Beamon gradually faced one inexplicable sneak attack after another. Being an exceptional Bolang Sha Huo Crane, Beamon crushed these baffling adversaries time and again. The seeds of hatred, thus, only grew larger.

The more mountains he climbed, the more tigers he was bound to meet. Despite having traveled the human world for over a thousand years, Beamon had never fallen to open attacks but eventually fell into an insidious ambush. Despite his strength, Beamon had weaknesses, his innate righteousness providing the best opportunities for those plotting against him. Under deliberately spread rumors, "The Eternal Aurora" was no longer news that Beamon was a Bolang Sha Huo Crane, and human greed proved to be much stronger than that of Divine Beasts.

Although Beamon ultimately relied on his formidable combat ability to eliminate his strong enemies, he was severely injured. If it wasn’t for an extremely powerful and kind-hearted old Mage who saved him, Beamon really would have traveled to the west that time.

The kind old Mage excelled in cultivating various rare medicinal herbs. Fortunately, after much effort in finding some extremely precious herbs, he managed to save Beamon’s life. However, that injury left lasting effects, and Beamon, once resistant to all toxins, found his resistance slightly diminished, causing him trouble during his adventures in later days.

Beamon then secluded himself in South Mountain, towering steeply, living with the old Mage, dining on the hues of dawn and lodging under the dew, and slowly recovering from his injuries while staying away from the turmoil of the mundane world.

In the mountain, there is no calendar, and the years are beyond count.

The old Mage gradually grew older and frail with time, his body and lifespan eroded by the years, but his wisdom remained unscathed. Before passing away, this fatherly benevolent old man worried about Beamon’s future. He always fretted that Beamon’s face bore the aura of strife and excessive killing, fearing divine retribution.

Years of companionship had deeply bonded the old Mage and Beamon. Although Beamon was much older, he always felt like a child in front of the Mage.

Eventually, the old Mage, pushing through his illness, divined once for Beamon and obtained a cryptic result: a trial through romantic entanglement, a forced journey under the sign of fire, great benefits to the west.

These were the last words the old Mage imparted to Beamon with his wisdom. As for their meaning, Beamon did not ask, and the old Mage did not tell because after the divination, he could no longer speak.

Sorrow accompanied Beamon for five hundred years.

After another five hundred years, although Beamon was no longer sad, he realized he could no longer find joy.

Having spent a thousand years in South Mountain in a plain and simple manner, although Beamon’s body had long recovered, he was no longer willing to step into the mundane world. His past experiences had left him somewhat disillusioned and weary.

He seemed to gradually embody the nature a Bolang Sha Huo Crane should have — aloof and arrogant to the bone.

As for the old Mage’s divination, Beamon only remembered it annually when visiting the grave. He did not take it as a prophecy, but rather as a father’s love.

The old Mage’s divination was, after all, not mere deception. Ultimately, Beamon encountered a young girl, a beautiful girl.

The prophecy took its first step.

This beautiful girl was neither a human from the Silk Continent nor one of the almost extinct "scholar-figures."

"Scholar-figures" in the Silk Continent language, translated into Aegean Common Language, mean "Beamon." After Beamon retreated into deep seclusion again, the Yunqin Empire unified the Silk Continent, and the eastern Beamon "scholar-figures," credited with extraordinary services, suffered extinction by the hands of the First Emperor and his brutal successors, mainly due to lost medicinal ships and the concept of exhausting resources for warfare. Most "scholar-figures" were either burnt or buried alive, and some were covered in clay to make terracotta statues, later humorously called "legacy of tyrant Qin" by descendants.