In a perfect world, you start by relying on your own strength.

On this day, the area within a radius of 100,000 li of the primeval mountains was completely transformed into a living hell.

Countless lives were slaughtered, and human tribes of all sizes, numbering in the tens of millions, were wiped out one after another. Many tribal spirits were either killed by the ferocious beasts or, intimidated by their power, defected to the beasts' side and joined them in annihilating humanity.

The cries and roars echoed through the heavens and earth, blood stained the land, even the rushing rivers were dyed red, and the once vibrant wilderness was transformed into a deathly battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Luofu Great Swamp, Marquis of Zishan, Golden Wolf Tribe...

The once-renowned tribes were all wiped out in this catastrophe, leaving not even a trace of their lineage behind, completely vanished into thin air.

After sweeping away all living beings in the surrounding area, the four supreme powers once again engaged in the battle of the mountain treasures, causing mountains and rivers to shatter and the earth to crack.

The villagers of Stone Village found themselves in a strange space.

The place was bathed in a faint, hazy light, much like the approaching dawn when the east was turning a pale white, with a thin mist swirling around, making it indistinct and unclear.

"Where is this?"

The villagers of Stone Village looked at each other, completely bewildered, utterly bewildered as to why they had been so far from the Great Wilderness and away from that treacherous mountain range in the blink of an eye.

Shi Geng looked around and saw that the village was shrouded in mist, like a nascent chaotic world, with a desolate and ancient aura emanating from it.

"The Willow Goddess used her supreme supernatural powers to save us from this catastrophic disaster."

Chief Shi Yunfeng spoke in a deep voice, calming everyone's panicked emotions. He then methodically arranged for everyone to count and organize the beast's flesh and blood and the stored food, intending to wait quietly until the war outside subsided before making further plans.

With the reassurance of clan chief Shi Yunfeng, everyone felt much more at ease and began to work methodically, grinding wild wheat and tidying up the dried meat on the roof...

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Although everyone was trapped in this strange space and unable to go out hunting, they did not waste their time and all diligently practiced the Ancient Beast Fist.

Everyone worked incredibly hard, and their skills improved significantly, far surpassing what they had been before.

The one who made the most progress was naturally the little one.

His Ancient Beast Fist technique was already highly refined. With each punch, a beast's shadow appeared, and a single hand trembled to unleash a force of 30,000 jin. With a leap, he could travel fifty or sixty meters, his agile figure like an ancient cub.

Besides occasionally guiding others in their cultivation, Shi Geng himself never slacked off.

Aside from eating and resting, he was almost entirely immersed in cultivation. With the constant, supreme guidance from the Willow God, his progress was nothing short of miraculous.

His divine strength had already reached a terrifying level of 90,000 jin, only one step away from the 100,000 jin of the Blood Moving Realm's extreme level.

His understanding of the bone script goes straight to the fundamentals, far surpassing that of other cultivators at the same level.

On this day, the sky suddenly cracked open, and a ray of blazing sunlight pierced through, dispelling the long-standing gray mist and haze, instantly brightening the entire space.

"Click—"

Like a jade bottle shattering, this strange space trembled violently, its light flickering erratically. Finally, with a deep rumble, the chaotic mist completely dissipated, and the bright sunlight poured down.

"They're finally out!"

The villagers of Shicun were excited. After being confined in this closed space for two months, they were already feeling restless and impatient. Now that they could see the light of day again, they cheered and ran out of the village.

However, what came into view was not the familiar wilderness and forests, but a strange place with extraordinary beauty.

A large river meanders past the village, and large fish occasionally leap out of the water, their golden scales shimmering in the sunlight, stirring up layers of waves.

Not far away, a lake lay crystal clear and azure. A flock of divine birds, each over two meters long, with brilliantly colored wings, strolled leisurely, their bodies radiating a faint, precious glow. Further away, a group of unicorns, their bodies shimmering with silver light, galloped about.

It all felt like a dream. The Willow God not only saved them from a great calamity, but also brought them to a treasure land rich in resources and teeming with exotic flowers and beasts.

Just as everyone was curiously exploring the surrounding scenery, a blazing red lightning bolt suddenly streaked across the sky, dazzling and instantly dyeing the entire sky red, like a sudden, spreading sunset.

This scene was strikingly similar to the great battle deep in the mountains two months ago, and everyone's expression changed simultaneously.

"Could the fighting in the mountains not be over yet, and has even spread here?"

"Shi Linhu said in a deep voice. The group barely escaped a catastrophic disaster. Are they about to face the flames of war from these supreme beings again, having just escaped the tiger's jaws?"

Just then, a tiny, bright red sparrow, no bigger than a palm, fell straight down from the sky like a falling spark, landing headfirst in front of the big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

"Oh, it's Xiao Hong!"

The little one immediately ran over.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed. They saw that although the little sparrow was entirely crimson, the divine light that had flowed through it had been completely suppressed, and its feathers appeared dull and lifeless. A hideous and horrifying wound ran across its chest and abdomen, almost severing it completely; there were also several deep claw holes on its head that exposed bone, nearly piercing its skull. Its injuries were extremely gruesome.

"It was severely injured and came specifically to seek the Willow God's help," Shi Geng said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed slightly. He could clearly sense that the Vermilion Bird's aura was chaotic and weak, and runes were flashing at its wounds, constantly destroying its life force. Ordinary spiritual medicines and methods were simply powerless to save it.

"Oh! How did you get so badly hurt? Xiao Hong, are you alright?"

The little one squatted to the side and asked in a soft, worried voice.

Lying on the ground, Zhuque laboriously rolled her eyes, feeling a surge of resentment.

It is a majestic Vermilion Bird, so noble and honorable, yet now it is being called "Little Red" by a mere child.

Whether it was angered by the little one or aggravated by its old injuries, the Vermilion Bird suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a faint ray of light, which landed on a nearby boulder.

With a soft "poof," a wisp of smoke rose into the air.

The entire solid boulder melted away, turning into gushing, scalding lava that sent waves of heat crashing down on everyone's faces, burning their cheeks.

This scene immediately dispelled Shi Geng's idea of ​​collecting Vermilion Bird blood for research.

This thing is terrifying. Even when it's critically injured, a spit of blood can melt stone and turn it into liquid, scorching heat. If you were sprayed with blood, you'd probably turn to ashes in an instant.

Little Red was completely unaware of the danger and gently comforted her, "Don't be angry, Little Red. Look, your head is almost smoking. Be careful not to burn off your beautiful red feathers, or it won't look good."

Everyone's lips twitched. Just as they were about to step forward and pull the little one back, the willow branch of the Willow God, which had been swaying gently in the wind and had a dull color, suddenly fell silently and slowly rippled with a soft green glow.

A gentle, emerald-green glow fell, tenderly enveloping the heavily wounded Vermilion Bird, instantly calming its previously turbulent fire-attribute energy. The Vermilion Bird let out a low cry, closing its eyes to allow life force to flow into its body, and the gruesome wounds on its chest and abdomen healed at a visible speed.

The little one stared wide-eyed, marveling at what he saw.

All around was quiet, with only the soft rustling of willow branches swaying gently.

Everyone knows that this tiny bird, no bigger than a palm, is an extremely powerful creature that roams the vast wilderness. The only one in the entire world who can make it heal so peacefully is the Willow God.

After an unknown amount of time, a burst of dazzling flames suddenly erupted. The Vermilion Bird's body surged with crimson light, divine radiance flowing endlessly, its entire form dazzling and so bright that everyone could hardly open their eyes.

The previous gloom and dejection were swept away. Now its feathers were like crimson clouds, its divine radiance was restrained, and it had regained its former majesty, completely different from its previous appearance of being seriously injured and on the verge of death.

It first glared fiercely at Little Dot before turning to the people of Stone Village.

"Clang!"

A crimson feather detached from its body, its light flashing like lightning, and with a hiss, it stuck straight into the rock.

"Keep this safe. If anyone causes trouble in the future, just show this feather and you'll be fine."

The Vermilion Bird's voice was clear and melodious, like jade beads falling onto a plate; it was clearly a protective charm left for Stone Village.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the rock into which the crimson feather was inserted instantly melted, turning into boiling magma that gushed forth, its crimson light spreading wildly, and scorching waves of heat sweeping outwards.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces showing difficulty.

This token is too powerful. Let alone holding it in your hand, even getting close to it will burn you to ashes. How can we possibly keep it?

Seeing this, Zhuque suddenly realized what was happening. He opened his mouth and gently inhaled, drawing back all the violent divine essence from the feather, leaving only a bright red ordinary feather that no longer emitted heat.

Having done all this, it solemnly nodded to the Willow Goddess, then let out a clear cry, transformed into a crimson rainbow, soared into the sky, and vanished into the horizon in an instant.