"Later, both sides were exhausted from the fight and had no choice but to compromise.
The dynasty in the south set aside a mountain range for us to survive, and agreed that after the Purple Rain ends, we will be allowed to return to the grassland.
Later, after several decades, the purple rain stopped falling, but the grassland also turned into the sea. After another few hundred years, the purple sea gradually disappeared and turned into grassland again.
Our ancestors returned to the grasslands, but because of the dynasty's squeeze on our living space for hundreds of years, our population became smaller and smaller.
After returning to the grassland, our ancestors could only recuperate and recuperate. The land here is vast and sparsely populated, enough for the remaining tribes to develop.
But since then, purple rain will come every thousand years, and this time it is already the fifth time.
When the second Purple Rain came, the southern dynasties were well prepared and resisted our attack with all their strength.
We have no choice but to pay tribute to them with holy beasts and serve them in order to survive in the mountains.
Later, when the Purple Rain receded and the ancestors returned to the grasslands, the southern dynasty allowed some of the beast-taming tribes to continue living in the mountains, while others returned to the grasslands.
Those tribes that remained had a hard time, and were oppressed by the dynasty and had to work hard for them.
When dynasties compete for hegemony, they have to work hard and fight for the dynasty.
When the dynasty is prosperous and peaceful, they are the playthings of the dynasty for fun.
The current dynasty, called Qian Kingdom, has been in power for more than a thousand years. It has experienced the last Purple Rain extinction event and is more experienced.
The Qian Kingdom also persecuted the beast-taming tribe the most.
After several Purple Rain exterminations, the population of the Beast Controlling Clan dropped sharply, while the Qian Kingdom in the south developed peacefully and became unprecedentedly powerful. The Beast Controlling Clan was no longer a match for the dynasty.
Years of peace have made the bored royal family and nobles turn their attention to the beast-taming tribe. They ordered the tribes of the beast-taming tribe that have surrendered to hunt the beast-taming tribes on the grassland, and let them fight each other for fun..."
"Pleasure is secondary, the main purpose is to control the grassland population. This is a common method used by the ruling dynasty."
Wan Lei interrupted Deng Yange's words.
Dengyange smiled bitterly. How could he not know?
"Yes, as early as fifty years ago, the old leader of our Dengyan tribe calculated the time and knew that the Purple Rain was about to fall, so he moved his entire clan to the Great Wall.
The Qian Kingdom is willing to accept us, but the condition given is that we reduce our population by half."
This sentence was said very lightly, but Wan Lei felt shuddering. He had already guessed how to reduce it.
"We killed all the old, weak, sick and disabled, including some young and middle-aged people. I was only a few years old at the time, so I escaped with my life. We settled in the Tianduan Mountains, which is our new home.
Purple Rain is coming, and the Kingdom of Qian has sent out all the tribes that have surrendered to the Beast Taming Tribe. The order given to us is to bring back as many heads as the tribe's population before we can continue to survive in the mountains.
If we can't bring back that many, we'll have to kill our own people.
If we all die here, they will kill all our women and children and wipe out the entire tribe.
In order to survive, we have to wield the butcher knife against our former compatriots.
The Qian Kingdom calls the grassland the land of life-controllers, which means that they can control everyone's lives. The beast-controllers are their playthings. Whether they live or die depends on their mood.
The tribe we are fighting, called the Yanko tribe, is about to be defeated by us, and our heads are almost gone.
But just now, we heard the voice of the gods, and the rules were changed, so that every tribe must take a head of some Mahayana stage before they can enter the mountains.
God, we want to go home, do you know what the Mahayana head is?"
Wan Lei remained silent. This rule was more bloody and cruel than the previous rules.
In the past, they only needed to kill a few tribes and collect enough heads before they could go home. But now, they had to rob the only fifteen heads. In other words, they could only have fifteen heads at most.
The tribe returned to the mountains.
Among them are twelve living people, Mahayana monks with terrifying power.
"Why do you call me a god?"
"We all saw the shocking battle just now. In the beast control tribe, no one can have the power to destroy the world like you. Moreover, these holy beasts all ran towards you. You are not the fable who guides us to survive.
What else could the god be?”
Wan Lei raised his head and looked at the sky, letting the purple raindrops with a destructive aura hit his face.
"I finally know that in the Golden Immortal Secret Realm, the Dog Immortal told us to learn about the magical power of summoning rain, saying that it would be useful in the Narcissus Secret Realm. It turns out it is here.
This purple rain was not produced naturally. It was simply the magical power of the immortal. I even suspected that he was experimenting and creating the magical power here.
The life here is not worth mentioning to them."
Fang Xiaoyu touched the little yellow dog's head and sighed,
"Before, in the secret realm of Wood Fairy, Gouzi repeatedly emphasized that Wood Fairy is the kindest one. At that time, we didn't believe it. Looking at so many corpses, we said that Wood Fairy was too cruel.
But after experiencing the Golden Immortal Secret Realm and then coming to the Narcissus Secret Realm, I realized that compared with these two secret realms that frequently destroy the world and annihilate ethnic groups, the few people who died in the Wood Immortal Secret Realm are nothing."
"Indeed, compared to wood fairies, golden fairies and narcissus are better at playing with human nature. If one day, I can meet those fairies, I will definitely point at their noses and ask them whether they are worthy of being fairies."
The little yellow dog raised his head and wanted to say something, but finally lowered his head.
It can't defend its friend.
"Gods, gods."
Deng Yange shouted cautiously.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know what the Mahayana head is?"
"It's the heads of the Mahayana monks. You have to kill them and cut off their heads. The Mahayana monks are very powerful. They are the strongest among us foreigners. There are only a dozen of them. With the strength of your tribe...
In the Mahayana period, I can kill you all with just one palm."
After hearing this, the people of the Dengyan tribe turned pale with fright and fell into despair.
How can such a strong person cut off someone's head?
"Right,"
Cengyange’s eyes shine brightly,
"The voice just now said that there is a man named Wan Lei who has three heads. Do you know him? Can we buy one from him?"
"There must be at least tens of thousands of tribes in the entire grassland, but there are only a few heads. Why do you think they will sell it to you? When the time comes, the entire grassland will be robbing them like crazy."
"What...what should I do?"
Climbing the rock and singing are as gray as death.
"Don't lose heart,"
Wan Lei patted Deng Yange on the shoulder and smiled slightly,