You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 206: Beixue's Tragedy
The deceased Chosen One will not return directly to the original world. At the moment when he was killed by Jiang Qiu's punch, [Jin], also known as Yuri of the Western Church, returned to his body and hovered in the void.

He was in the void, with nothing around him. He could not see the changes of time and could not detect the displacement of space. It seemed that he had come to a gap ignored by the major worlds.

This is the void, as recorded in the scriptures translated by the Western Church from some relics.

Each secret realm is actually a world, and even several secret realms can lead to the same world, just in different locations. At the edges of these worlds, the void blocks the connection between different worlds.

The so-called secret realm crossing can actually be understood as a bridge across the void. The secret realm experts are best at building bridges or modifying the landing point of the bridge.

But the principles of secret realm crossing and even secret realm fluctuation are very complicated, and it is not just a bridge on the surface.
Originally, the scene of Jiang Qiu killing him with one punch was still replaying in his mind. Suddenly, he realized that he was in the void. His pupils froze, and he realized belatedly: "I can't move? How can the void allow warriors to enter!"

He could feel the long-lost spiritual energy filling up his body again, and his blood, more ferocious than that of a lion or tiger, was boiling. However, no matter how hard he tried to tighten his will, he could not move a single hair on his body. He was like a dead man wrapped in plaster.

Things like the void are actually only recorded in ancient books, and secret realm experts have barely glimpsed it through some special means. In fact, warriors cannot enter here, as this is a forbidden zone for everything.

Just as he is currently in an immobile state, he must be restricted by this restricted area, or in other words, there is no such law as "movement" in the void.

This thought ran through Yuri's mind, his heart trembled, and his soul began to sway, like a flickering candle in the silent night.

call out.

With a light breath, the candle went out, and Yuri's soul spread out, wrapping a strange sphere. The sphere had no outline, it distorted time and space, carrying ice and snow and undulating ice chips.

After careful perception, I was surprised to find that the ice chips were mountains and the distorted space and time were sea ice!

The consciousness penetrated through the clouds and fell onto the snowy plains. Some fragmented images could be glimpsed. In the northernmost position, hundreds of powerful warriors followed a young man and galloped south on horseback.

Jiang Qiu!

Yuri then realized that what he was seeing like the Creator was the Northern Realm.

Although it is impossible to observe each person in detail, nor can I actively accept the continuous changes in events, I can only watch from the sidelines like watching a projector, waiting for the next scene to appear.

But he could see the positions of all the Chosen Ones very clearly. Feng Li stood with his hands behind his back on the highest peak of the Ice and Snow Ridge, overlooking the thousands of soldiers on the cliff. At this moment, he was in high spirits, and his momentum was not inferior to Jiang Qiu. He looked wherever his eyes pointed with the blade of his sword.

The Beixue tribe was almost killed to the point where only a small area in the middle was left. A large number of tribesmen ate ice and snow to satisfy their hunger. The deaths of more than ten warriors were exchanged for the corpse of a Hantianya monster as food.

The only thing standing in the entire Beixue tribe is a four-story wooden tower.
The other demon tribes are also gathering their best soldiers and generals. Those chosen ones seem to have inherited the demon ancestral heritage of the larger tribes. Each of them is quite powerful and is preparing for the battle for the chosen one three years later.

As for Jiang Qiu, he has gathered all the Chosen Ones of the Human Race. Hmm? That guy is also a Chosen One?!

Suddenly discovering something interesting, You Li's face changed drastically, and then his soul trembled, and he became very interested: "Interesting, interesting, Jiang Qiu, even if you get the so-called ancestral inheritance, you may not be able to survive to the end!"

He suddenly felt much happier, and quietly watched the development of events in the North Boundary. When Jiang Qiu and others walked out along the stairs in the North Sea, the cracks in the abyss suddenly collapsed, submerging the stairs, and thick ice crystals quickly condensed on the surface, as if covering up the breath that did not belong to this era. The remains of the ancestors were hidden in the depths of the North Sea again.

And they mounted their horses and galloped southwards, towards the northern snow.

The distance between the Beixue Tribe and the North Sea is the shortest among all the tribes, but even so, it took Jiang Qiu and [Lie] half a month on horseback to arrive.

Even if we gallop at full speed day and night, it will take at least more than a week!
While they were on their way, the Beixue Tribe had just experienced an attack led by Han Tianya's chosen demon [Feng] himself. The already devastated tribe was now even more riddled with holes.

Click.

Several thick wooden boards fell to the floor. [Hua] was breathing heavily, her big eyes were gray and reflected no light.

She picked up a hammer and began to repair the simple shanty that had collapsed under the wind and snow. The sound of hammering came from her palms, which were gradually covered with white calluses, and fell on the streets where the shanty houses were scattered, echoing the repeated hammering sounds.

Young men came and went, crowding the already narrow path, carrying wooden planks removed from the outskirts of the tribe, repairing their own huts, or lighting fires to keep warm.

Now the outskirts of the Beixue tribe have been destroyed, and the power of the ancestors has shown signs of decline in the repeated attacks of the Hantian Cliff demon tribe. Under the mobilization of the old witch, everyone gathered near the Beixue Tower.

The altar, the North Snow Tower, and the old witch's house, the three core buildings support the only remaining belief in everyone's heart - waiting for the leader to return with the chosen one.

According to legend, the Chosen Ones possess the power to support humanity. They determine the layout of many tribes in the Northern Territory. As long as the Chosen Ones are alive, the tribes will not perish and may even achieve unprecedented prosperity.

Legends have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the last chosen one was a thousand years ago, how far away is that?
Does anyone really believe that the power of one person can determine the situation in the North?

They saw how good [Qiu] was. That boy had talent that was more than ten times greater than his peers, and he had easily reached a level that others could not reach in decades.

There is no threshold for the physical body. With the help of the resources provided by the tribe, Jiang Qiu broke through. Such a child of destiny is indeed extraordinary.

But Jiang Qiu is a human after all. He can fight ten or a hundred people at once, but can he defeat more than a thousand flying monsters?
Even if it is possible, can he really save the Beixue tribe?

A gloomy mood weighed on everyone's heart. Even Hua was no longer as cheerful as before. She just buried her head in repairing her own shed.

Her cheeks were sunken, her lips were stiff, white and cracked, and there was a slight tremor in her face.

Her father died in battle a year ago, and her mother was captured and eaten by a one-eyed snowy owl three months ago while trying to protect herself, but she never got to see the chosen one she had always dreamed of.

There are less than one third of the Beixue tribe left. Even if the legendary powerful Chosen One returns from the North Sea, can he really save everyone?
Maybe I will die in the next monster attack.
tick.

A teardrop fell on the pale back of the hand, but before it could wet the pores, it was thrown away by the swing and splashed out with another bang.

(End of this chapter)