Alien Dust

Chapter 110: The World of the Scroll
“Squeak, squeak, squeak~~~~~~~”

It was clearly a glacier, but it seemed to be evaporated by the high temperature. Both the solid rock wrapped around the outside and the glaciers that sealed the man were vaporized.

His skin was as crystal clear as jade, and his blood vessels emitting a sacred aura were clearly visible. His bones seemed to be star gold that had been tempered thousands of times, extremely extraordinary.

The young man in animal skin had shining eyes as he stared at the uncovered masculine holy body, and couldn't help revealing envy.

"Brother, you are also an alien, right?" the young man asked excitedly.

The middle-aged man in tiger skin at the side didn't think so. He took out a piece of animal skin from the leather bag on his back, modified the furry skin simply, and then threw it to the man who walked out of the glacier.

“Put it on, put it on. In our world of painted scrolls, a saint son, a god monarch, a celestial being, an emperor’s daughter, or an immortal young man descends every now and then. You are far inferior to me. You can barely be considered a person from outer space.” said the middle-aged man.

The man who came out of the glacier took the animal skin skirt and then wrapped it around his belly, which made the middle-aged man feel a little embarrassed and dissatisfied. He did not speak, but slowly grinned with a mouthful of silver teeth!

Alive!

I'm alive again!
Xiaoyi is also alive...

After practicing survival in desperate situations in the Shenmang earth veins for two and a half years, he finally succeeded in breaking through the deep rectal cave of the male dragon Kun and escaped from the dark and gloomy world of Shenmang.

Finally I see the light again.

Finally, I saw living people from the outside world.

The feeling of bathing in the glory of nature gives people a sense of happiness, even if there is a pungent smell similar to sulfur all around, it is better than the army of dragon Kun gastric juice and the empire of rotten tapeworms!
The Alien Desert is indeed magical and bizarre.

Wu Hen would never have imagined that there was a kingdom in Long Kun's abdomen. This kingdom was like the internal tissue of a living organism, with a legion of gastric juice that specialized in breaking down food. They were comparable to the Zerg in Star Wars, and their numbers were countless.

There is also an immune system that specializes in killing foreign bodies in the body. This immune system is Wu Hen's biggest enemy. They are everywhere and elusive. After Wu Hen finally managed to break out of the vast stomach cave, he was chased and blocked by the immune system. They are like ghosts from the underworld and will not let him go no matter where he goes.

After evading the immune system, Wu Hen encountered an extremely outrageous evil sect of diseases. They were a group of crazy, brainless cancer cells that only knew how to reproduce and destroy. Fortunately, Wu Hen cleverly let his immune system fight against this group of evil cancer cells, which allowed him to survive for a very long time.

"Damn you male and female dragon Kun, if you are in sub-health, just eat lighter!"

Wu Hen was also full of resentment. Many of the things that Long Kun had eaten were not digested, including some strange beasts with strength close to Tian Mang.

These strange beasts were also frantically looking for an exit, and at the same time they were also frantically attacking other undigested food.

The most outrageous thing was that Wu Hen met his old friend, Master Purple Robe, in Long Kun’s digestive system.

The purple-robed master turned into a half-golden skeleton. He even recognized Wu Hen and chased him like a demon.

Fortunately, the purple-robed master was the main target of Long Kun's digestion. His real flesh, soul, and blood were all sucked away by Long Kun. As for the remaining half-gold holy bones, Wu Hen could fight with his own strength.

After killing the skeleton of the purple-robed master, Wu Hen's own totem bloodline evolved. He was no longer a half-blooded son of the totem, and the holy power he could mobilize was purer and more powerful.

Unfortunately, anything related to Yuan You in Long Kun's stomach would be absorbed, including Wu Hen. Except for his hearing, all other abilities would be infinitely degraded.

After escaping through untold hardships, Wu Hen no longer had much energy left except for a totem body with pure blood.

As for Xiaoyi, the aura of miracle completely dissipated.

It no longer has the magnificent miraculous material on its body, and has returned to its most original form, a star dragon with self-awareness.

Although it is a dragon, it is different from those dragons with flesh and blood. Its body is made up of rare metal stardust in the wasteland. When it was first born with intelligence and began to absorb the spirit of heaven and earth, there was an ancient weapon from the human world nearby. So without any other external reference, it gradually formed a sword shape.

The greedy little Wulong is its true soul.

The Death Sword is its miraculous original form after it has achieved perfection.

Being able to devour and to change in a myriad of ways is the life instinct of this star spirit.

Although he had been struggling to survive in the womb for the past two and a half years in the dark, the relationship between father and son was further sublimated, and the generation gap between them was narrowed.

"Life is full of ups and downs. Although we are dead, we can work together and stand on top of the world again!" Wu Hen was in a very good mood.

He survived.

Xiaoyi also survived.

They can continue to walk together.

Everything in the alien wasteland may be false, only these two are true.

Yuan You, and emotions. Wu Hen also firmly believed that it would not be long before he could feed Xiao Yi until he was fat and black, and he would regain his miraculous origin and dominate the world!

"Well... we'll talk about standing on top of the world later. First, get out of that pile of shit and find a place to wash off. The smell of sulfur is a bit irritating to your eyes." said the middle-aged man in tiger skin clothes.

Wu Hen was extremely embarrassed. Couldn't he just let himself feel happy for a while?

Don’t you know that in all the stories, as long as the geniuses survive a great disaster, they will soar into the sky and drink the peerless secret book mixed with water?
Found a clean plain stream.

Wu Hen jumped into the clear stream, and soon the stream became dirty.

"Let's change the stream." The middle-aged tiger-skinned man said helplessly.

Wu Hen changed to another stream and jumped in again. This time his body was cleaner, but the smell was still very strong.

Keep changing!
Are so many streams still not enough to cleanse a pure body?
"Hey, hey, hey, this stream won't work. It's the drinking water stream of our ancient tribe. You should go to the Qingcao Creek over there. Yes, yes, the one next to it. Wash there for a while. Qingcao Creek originates from the Red Snow Mountain and has the effect of cleansing the soul." said the middle-aged man in tiger skin clothes.

Wu Hen nodded, dived directly, and jumped into the Qingcao Creek.

But on the shore, the boy in the animal suit had a very strange expression. He hesitated and finally couldn't help asking his father: "Is this really okay?"

The middle-aged man in the tiger-skin coat raised his eyebrows and glared at his son, telling him to shut up.

Finally it's clean.

Wu Hen walked out of the muddy river with satisfaction and expressed his sincere gratitude to the two friendly locals.

"I don't have anything to give you, so I'll give you a rap song, which represents the highest art of our human race." Wu Hen said.

"Listen." said the middle-aged man in tiger clothes as he led the way.

"Yo yo yo, you who survived a great disaster are saints among men. Once you encounter wind and cloud, you will turn into a dragon. Yesterday, the evil Kun stepped on my house and bit my body. One day I will whip its skin and peel its tendons... Yo yo yo, you little purple-robed lord in the wilderness, what is the Holy Bird Sect? When I have perfected my magical power, I will trample his Totem Sect and bully his women a thousand times..."

Wu Hen walked and sang, feeling so happy and relaxed, his mood seemed to be flying, and he was extremely happy.

As if sensing this magical beat and rhythm, the boy in animal clothing beside him changed his pace, and couldn't help but nod along with Wu Hen, humming "Yo Yo Yo~"

Seeing that the boy entered free so quickly, Wu Hen suddenly felt more proud. As expected, no matter what race, as long as the spiritual intelligence is opened, music is the most effective way to eliminate the barriers between each other and to make different civilizations reach a consensus.

As long as there is life, who can refuse happiness?

"Brother, are you singing the holy words of your human race? It feels great. Can it enhance your combat effectiveness?" the young man asked innocently.

"Of course I can. It can give you courage and confidence. Don't underestimate the potential in your body. This mysterious and ancient formula can awaken the dormant fighting genes in your body. Have you heard of that saying? It is a wise saying that all the young people in our tribe absolutely agree with." Wu Hen hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time. The boy's naivety made people want to communicate with him.

The young man kept shaking his head, and he seemed extremely curious and yearning for everything in the world outside.

"No one can defeat me with my BGM. The meaning of this BGM is the war song I just hummed. When you are fighting with a powerful enemy, you have to have the song in your heart even though there is no song in your ears. Do you understand what I said?" Wu Hen said.

"I can learn it." The boy nodded seriously, and then said expectantly, "Can you sing that score you just sang again? I think it's very interesting. That yo yo yo, it seems to be able to awaken something..."

"You have to do the gesture like this, it will feel more hip-hop."

A young man in a beast skirt and a young man in an ancient beast costume, no less than the primitive tribal humans in early literature, but they danced while walking and hummed the latest tunes...

The middle-aged man in tiger clothes at the side had a stiff expression. Although he didn't know what these meant, the middle-aged man's intuition told him that if he let his son continue to learn from this outsider, his life would be ruined.

"Uncle, where is this?" Wu Hen finally stopped being happy and asked seriously.

“In the world of painted scrolls, we have respected the more ancient traditions for countless years and retained the habit of hunting. We do not believe in ancient gods, old gods, or new gods. We only believe in mountains, rivers, sun, and moon.” said the middle-aged man in tiger clothes.

"Hunting?" Wu Hen was a little surprised.

Have I arrived at a primitive continent?
You have to know that after the people on Earth began to engage in farming, there was no pure gathering and hunting anymore, not to mention the advent of the industrial age. Machines have allowed more and more people to have enough food, and even to eat very full. Otherwise, so much later art would not have been born!

"Yes, hunting. I was unlucky today. I encountered you falling from the sky and scaring away all the prey around. But fortunately, we have some stockpiled supplies at home, so we don't care about the harvest in the next one or two days." said the middle-aged man in tiger skin clothes.

"Oh, you are quite simple and primitive, which is good. Even in our place in the industrial age, many people are still obsessed with fishing. That is the hunting joy engraved in their genes... Hey, is your tribe in front?" Wu Hen said, pointing to a village with traces of human life.

A green grass stream just passed through the plain tribe, and Wu Hen clearly remembered that he had just taken a bath upstream of the stream!
"No, that's the tribe next door. We are on the other side." The middle-aged uncle smiled evilly, then led Wu Hen around the tribe.

(End of this chapter)