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"ROAR!"

When another indigenous child was snatched away by a giant bird, the towering, iron-like man’s neck veins bulged like gnarled tree roots as he roared in fury.

His roar echoed through the heavens and earth like thunder, yet it couldn’t alter the tragic scene unfolding before him.

Song Wen stood high above the clouds, watching the man’s futile rage with a cold smirk.

These uncivilized natives are truly pathetic, he thought. They possess brute strength but lack the wisdom to use it effectively. All they do is jump and throw stones—utterly foolish.

If the man could unleash even twenty percent of his true power, he would have driven these Flat-Feathered Beasts away long ago.

With a wave of his hand, a three-foot-long flying sword shot forth, aiming directly at the Flat-Feathered Beasts.

A cold flash of light streaked through the air, instantly bisecting a giant bird with a smooth, clean cut.

Scalding blood and the massive corpse plummeted from the sky.

But this was not the only Flat-Feathered Beast to fall. The remaining giant birds were swiftly cleaved in half one after another.

As the last bird was slain, the cold light arced through the air, transforming back into a longsword that hovered beside the suddenly materialized Song Wen.

Song Wen stood suspended in mid-air, his azure robes billowing in the fierce gale. Combined with the rain of blood and falling corpses, the scene evoked a sense of:

Dominating all creation, surveying the world with disdain!

What a peerless sword immortal, descending from the Nine Heavens on a cloud!

The indigenous people below halted their movements, standing frozen in place as they gazed up at Song Wen.

The burly man, true to his reputation as the village’s strongest warrior, was the first to react. Bending his knees, he knelt on the ground and prostrated himself repeatedly in Song Wen’s direction, muttering unintelligible sounds.

The other natives immediately followed suit, dropping to their knees in imitation.

With a swift motion, Song Wen landed before the burly man.

He flipped his hand to reveal a jade box containing the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew and opened it.

"Have any of you seen this before?"

Song Wen had already scanned the village with his divine sense and found no trace of the Heavenly Dew. He could only try to gather information from the natives themselves.

The burly man, still prostrate on the ground, watched the jade box float slowly toward him. A flicker of joy flashed in his eyes before he looked up at Song Wen with hopeful anticipation.

"Do you possess this treasure?" Song Wen’s voice echoed again.

Thump, thump, thump...

The burly man suddenly began kowtowing to Song Wen once more. Then, his face lighting up with delight, he seized the jade box, reached inside, and retrieved the radiant Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, clutching it tightly in his hand.

The corners of Song Wen’s mouth twitched slightly.

This foolish native had clearly misunderstood his intentions, mistaking him for a gift-bearing messenger.

Just as Song Wen was about to snatch back the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, the burly man suddenly stood up and turned to run toward the crowd behind him.

The burly man approached a stout woman with thick arms and a wide waist, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her forward until she stood before Song Wen.

He gestured wildly with both hands, babbling incoherently.

Song Wen stared at the woman before him, utterly bewildered.

She stood a head taller than him, clad only in two pieces of animal hide that barely covered her most sensitive areas. Her muscular frame and fleshy face were caked in dust and grime, radiating a pungent odor of sweat mixed with a gamey stench.

The woman had initially appeared flustered and confused, but after hearing the burly man’s gibberish, her gaze toward Song Wen suddenly turned fervent, like a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb.

Seeing this, Song Wen immediately understood the situation.

The burly man had assumed the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew was a gift for him and was now offering this woman as a token of gratitude.

But shouldn’t a gift be something good?

Among the natives, there was no shortage of women with lithe and athletic figures.

Song Wen flicked his finger, releasing a stream of spiritual power.

The power, like a spirit serpent emerging from its lair, burrowed into the burly man’s palm, seizing the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew and drawing it toward Song Wen.

The burly man stared at his empty palm, then at the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew now hovering before Song Wen, utterly bewildered.

He couldn’t comprehend why the ’Immortal’ would bestow a treasure upon him only to take it back.

Song Wen’s expression remained icy as he pointed behind him.

Instantly, the longsword floating beside him transformed into a streak of frigid light, darting forward with blinding speed.

The frigid light slashed across the earth, cleaving the ground into a ravine a hundred zhang deep and fifty kilometers long.

Song Wen’s display silenced the natives, who now realized this man was no benevolent benefactor.

Next, Song Wen began gesturing wildly, pointing first at the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, then at himself, and finally at the burly man.

After much frantic pantomiming, the burly man finally seemed to grasp Song Wen’s intent.

He turned and sprinted into a wooden hut behind him, retrieving a stone box from beneath a crude wooden bed. He hurried back to Song Wen and presented the box.

Song Wen didn’t take the stone box with his hands. Instead, he used his spiritual power to levitate it, keeping it suspended a meter away.

Opening the box remotely, he revealed a single drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

However, the dew’s spiritual essence had been severely depleted, leaving only a trace with little remaining value.

Song Wen pointed at the stone box and asked the burly man, "Do you have any more of this?"

The burly man naturally didn’t understand.

Helpless, Song Wen resorted to gesturing again.

After much effort, he finally made himself understood, but the burly man shook his head.

"Where did you get this?" Song Wen asked again, gesturing as he spoke.

After more time and effort, the burly man finally grasped Song Wen’s meaning and pointed south.

"Take me there," Song Wen said, sending a burst of spiritual energy that propelled the burly man dozens of meters southward.

The burly man clearly understood Song Wen’s intention. As soon as he landed, he began sprinting south at full speed.

He moved with incredible speed, each stride covering over a hundred zhang, yet to Song Wen’s eyes, it seemed as slow as a snail’s crawl.

Song Wen used his spiritual power to lift the burly man and carry him forward.

Initially, Song Wen worried about missing their destination and deliberately slowed down, allowing the burly man to observe the terrain below. But gradually, he realized the man’s destination was far beyond what he had imagined, as the man’s hand remained pointed southward.

Song Wen then unleashed his full escape speed, rapidly covering hundreds of thousands of li.

Suddenly, his escape speed plummeted.

This wasn’t at the burly man’s signal, but due to the sudden, breathtaking sight ahead that made even Song Wen, a seasoned Void Refinement Stage cultivator, involuntarily narrow his pupils.

In the distant horizon where the sky met the earth, a colossal waterfall of gang qi cascaded down from the Nine Heavens like a breached silver river, carrying world-shattering, cataclysmic power as it plunged toward the ground.

(End of the Chapter)

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