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

Chapter 509 Southern Wasteland
Jiang Qiu could not interfere with this fantasy world, but he could clearly see what happened to the traveler, and his perspective also moved with it.

After many days of observation, he discovered that the other party sometimes called himself "Aqiu". The goal of this trip was to find a chosen person and believe that the power of God would favor the wilderness, rather than destroy it because of the existence of evil gods.

Yes, the belief in evil gods permeates the wilderness in this fantasy world. The tribe he destroyed before was one of them. Of course, it is not particularly strange. Almost everyone believes in evil gods. The real gods have disappeared long ago.

But he had an experience before and came across a book that said as long as he found the God Walker, a god's follower who was born into the world, he would have a chance to change the status quo.

If his entire family had not died in the sacrifice and he himself had not escaped by chance, he would not have hated the belief in evil gods so much. Therefore, he embarked on a journey to find the god walker.

Although he was helpless and exhausted, his eyes were like two deep black gemstones, which were particularly eye-catching on his face that had experienced countless hardships. Black and bright, they revealed an unyielding tenacity and a subtle tenderness. Whenever night fell, those eyes became brighter, as if they could see through the abyss of people's hearts and the prosperity of the world.

Qiu's eyebrows are thick and powerful, and his slightly raised eyebrows reveal a kind of determination and courage. Even on a dusty and tired face, his eyes still retain their sharpness and wisdom. They record the tragic scenes of the wilderness that the traveler has seen, and also witness his hardships and perseverance along the way.

His eyes are always focused and firm, as if no matter whether there is a rugged mountain road or a vast desert ahead, it cannot shake his determination to move forward. When talking to people, his eyes are deep and contagious, which makes people involuntarily attracted by his stories and full of curiosity about his experiences.

Although the years have left traces on his face, his eyes still retain the youthful vitality and sharpness. They sparkle with the exploration of the unknown world and the tenacity of life, allowing this dusty traveler to always face every challenge on the journey with calmness and composure.

The sandstorm ahead was like a wolf or a tiger, sweeping across the boundless wilderness. The sky gradually darkened, and the yellow sand seemed to swallow up the last ray of light, making the wilderness even more quiet and terrifying. The sand hit his cheeks like a merciless whip. Aqiu's figure appeared and disappeared in the wind and sand. His steps were firm, but he had to block the oncoming sand from time to time.

He held tightly to the worn-out wooden stick to support the road, his clothes were ragged, and his face was full of traces of time. The sandstorm was like a roaring beast, covering his breathing. His eyes were firm, and although he was blinded by the sand, he still did not stop. He knew that in this wilderness, every step forward was a battle with death.

In the distance, an abandoned castle can be seen, standing quietly in the wind and sand, witnessing countless past glories and declines. An inexplicable courage surged in Qiu's heart, as if it was his only home in the vast wilderness.

As time went by, the sandstorm gradually weakened its roar.

The deserted castle stands alone in the vast wilderness. The erosion of time has left mottled marks on its walls, and mosses grow wantonly in the cracks of the stones, as if they were green lines of poetry painted by time. The afterglow of the setting sun is projected on the ruins of the castle, outlining the broken carvings and broken pillars with shadows of varying depths.

He finally arrived at the gate of the castle.

The gate of the castle was half open, like a silent invitation, but also like a silent refusal. The iron door had been corroded by the rusty history, and the creaking sound echoed in the wind, like the whisper of an ancient soul.

I pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked into that unknown world. It was dark inside the door, with only a few faint rays of light coming in through the tall windows. Dust danced in the air, forming strange beams of light.

Inside the door was a long and dark corridor. The candles on both sides had long been extinguished, and only a few spiders were spinning silk in the corners for a living.

In the room at the end of the corridor, a wooden table stood alone in the corner, on the table was a yellowed letter, a bottle of ink, and a feather pen. The handwriting on the letter was already blurred, as if it was the beginning of the story, but also the end. The mouth of the ink bottle was open, as if its owner had just left, and the drop of ink that had not dried yet revealed eternal stillness.

There are some ancient oil paintings hanging on the walls of the room. The faces of the characters in the paintings are blurred and their expressions are weird. Their eyes seem to move with the movement of the viewer, secretly spying on the thoughts of every intruder.

A gust of wind blew by, and the broken wooden frame of the window swayed with a sad sound. The moonlight outside the window shone through the cracks and sprinkled on the ground, forming mottled light and shadows. Every stone and every tile in the castle told its own story, and these stories were carried away by the wind and spread to every corner of the wilderness.

As the night deepens, the castle becomes more mysterious. It is no longer just an abandoned building, but a living being. It breathes, thinks, and waits for someone who can interpret its story, that brave but foolish person, to step into this deserted castle to discover, reveal, and feel the long-forgotten past.

He walked up the stone staircase, each step making a dull echo. The air in the castle was filled with an ancient and dull atmosphere. The murals on the walls were already mottled and unclear, but the prosperity and glory of the past could be vaguely recognized. The traveler found an indescribable tranquility in this desolate land.

There are many buildings like this in the wilderness. Maybe people have performed sacrifices here in the past, but they all died later.

As night fell, the sandstorm raged again, but this time, he was safe and sound under the protection of the castle. The wilderness outside was still wild, but he was immersed in his own world in the embrace of the castle. The wilderness and the castle, nature and history, everything was so real and distant, interweaving into vivid pictures, deeply imprinted in his heart.

Entering the deep corridor, you can see a terrifying skeleton sitting alone on the main seat of the castle. Its skull is huge and hollow, and its deep eye sockets seem to tell of endless sorrow and loneliness. Its white teeth emit a cold luster under the moonlight, and its sharp jawline looks hard and resolute.

The cold wind poured in through the broken window, and its hands, with distinct joints, looked like two dry branches, gently waving, bringing with them gusts of cold wind. The robe had been eroded by time, leaving only tattered pieces fluttering in the wind, like the whispers of a ghost.

No one knows the origin of this skeleton. Its existence seems to be a dislocation of time, both illusory and shocking. Wherever it goes, the grass and trees wither, the dead tremble, and the living retreat. There seems to be a faint light flowing in the empty eye sockets, which is the ember of the spark of life, and the attachment and farewell to the past world.

In this dead castle, the skeleton sits quietly, like an eternal watcher, witnessing the birth and death of all things in the world. Its existence itself is a silent elegy, an epic about death and oblivion.

A Qiu fumbled around for a while but didn't find any secrets from him, but found a book which recorded the situation near the ancient castle. This place was called Nanhuang. Countless tribes had sacrificed to the evil god, and battles and disputes had taken the lives of a large number of creatures. The skeleton also seemed to have lost his life after the war, and returned here alone and died.

"Have we reached the Southern Wilderness? Perhaps we'll meet more people." Aqiu murmured and put away the book.

One night passed, and in the twilight, the silhouette of the castle gradually disappeared in the dim lights in the distance. The stone walls appeared more stable and mysterious under the afterglow of the setting sun. Aqiu walked out of the sturdy city gate and set foot on a winding road stretching into the distance.

There were wild grasses on both sides of the road, and the occasional cries of night birds broke the silence, adding a sense of desolation to this dark journey.

As the journey deepened, the castle gradually became farther and farther away, replaced by rolling hills and deep, dark forests. The wind whistled through the treetops, as if telling an ancient legend.

The night was getting darker and darker, and he hadn't seen any tribes, towns, or cities yet, so he decided to set up camp in a clearing in the forest. The flames danced in the night sky, casting a shadow on his resolute face, and his shadow lengthened with the dancing flames, as if the ghost in the castle was drifting in the wind. Sitting by the fire, he was silent, his thoughts burning like they were ignited by the flames.

The next day, the first rays of morning sun penetrated the mist in the forest, and the golden light fell on Aqiu's face, bringing new hope and strength. He packed his bags and continued to move forward. This time, his steps were more brisk, as if he had seen the end of this journey.

In this way, he passed through one mountain after another, crossed one river after another, until finally, a towering city appeared in front of him. The city wall was tall and solid, and the city gate was open, as if to welcome their arrival.

But the city was still too far away, and the small town in front of him was the place to rest. There he happened to meet a girl.

On the road, she was wearing a light blue floral dress, jumping barefoot on the bluestone slabs, and the silver bells on her ankles jingled with her footsteps. The little girl's face was like a newly blooming peach blossom, tender and fresh. Her eyes were the color of the lake, clear and transparent, as if they could reflect the fireworks of the world.

She held a bunch of wild flowers in her hands. The colorful petals sparkled in the sun, emitting a faint fragrance. Whenever the breeze blew, the flowers swayed gently, as if whispering. The little girl's hair was messed up by the wind, but it added a bit of smart beauty.

When she walked across the small bridge, she would stop and bend down to let the flowers be reflected in the clear water. The swaying reflections in the water, accompanied by the sound of ancient operas in the distance and the sound of black-sailed boats passing by, formed a moving picture.

Her smile was so innocent that even passers-by slowed down their pace and cast a gentle look at her. She didn't seem to care about other people's eyes, but was immersed in her own world, feeling the world in her own unique way.

Occasionally, she would pick up a stone and gently throw it into the water, watching the splashes and listening to the subtle sounds, with a satisfied smile on her face. Then, she would continue her jump, like a happy elf, leaving behind a series of brisk footsteps on this ancient and ordinary road.

This is a path leading to the unknown, but the little girl's heart is full of curiosity and expectation. She doesn't know what is waiting for her ahead, but she is willing to greet every unknown with the best attitude.

As the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, her shadow lengthened and merged with the path. She looked back and the path seemed to be covered with golden rays of light, and she knew that no matter what the road ahead was, she would walk on bravely.

She is a little girl as pure and lovely as a wild flower blooming in spring. Her eyelashes are like a fan that gently sweeps across her clear eyes, as if they can wipe away the noise of the world. Her eyes are like two clear springs embedded under her thick eyebrows, which are as soft as crow feathers. She always has curiosity and desire for the world, and her eyes are shining with agility and wisdom.

Her hair was smooth and shiny, draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind, like the shimmering surface of a lake under the setting sun. Her cheeks were round, her skin was white and translucent, like a peeled egg, so delicate that you could almost see the vitality surging in her veins. Her thin lips parted slightly, revealing her white teeth, and when she smiled, the corners of her eyes curved into a crescent shape, warm and kind.

She was wearing a simple cotton dress, the hem of which swayed lightly with her steps, revealing a kind of casual playfulness and liveliness. Her big eyes were full of curiosity about the world, always with a hint of mischievous smile, making people want to understand her inner world.

She sat quietly on a green meadow, surrounded by colorful wildflowers and gently swaying willow trees. The breeze blew, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers. She stretched out her tender little hands, trying to catch the drifting petals. Her concentration was like she was performing a solemn ceremony.

Although this little girl has no name, the aura she exudes is so vivid and vivid that people can remember her at first sight. Her every move and every smile is like an unfinished poem, waiting for the world to interpret it.

A Qiu was stunned for a long time, then blinked and shook his head. The lush greenery, the little girl, and the quiet and tranquility were all torn apart by the wind and sand. The wilderness was still in front of him. A not-too-dilapidated town was not far away, and farther away was the city.

"The hallucination is getting deeper and deeper. When can I find her?" A Qiu sighed and continued to move forward. He didn't know when he would be able to meet the gods and their followers recorded in the book. If it wasn't for this illusory illusion,
(End of this chapter)