Great Wilderness.
By the You River.
An old man in a straw raincoat is sitting at the bow of a boat, fishing.
But if you look closely, you’ll find the way he fishes is quite peculiar.
He uses a straight hook, without any bait, not sinking it into the water, and it hovers three feet above the water surface.
Under normal circumstances, with this fishing method.
Even after a hundred years, he might not catch even a small fish.
But at the next moment.
The straight hook suspended above the water suddenly plunged into the water, as if a big fish had taken the bait.
The fishing rod shook violently, transmitting an irresistible immense force.
The force was so great that the wooden boat kept shaking.
Caught off guard, the old man’s body leaned forward, nearly being dragged directly into the water.
At this time.
The Purple Bamboo Fishing Rod in his hand suddenly revived, bursting into a brilliant divine light.
Mysterious patterns emerged on every section of the rod.
These runes intertwined and shone, casting half the sky in a purple hue!
But even so.
The old man in the straw raincoat dared not relax even a bit.
His face changed dramatically, clinging tightly to the fishing rod, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his feet were firmly nailed to the deck.
With all his strength, he barely managed to enter a standoff with the opponent.
However, the Purple Bamboo Fishing Rod in his hand creaked, bending extremely, reaching the limit of its endurance, and could break at any moment.
It was as if he was fishing not for a fish, but for a deep-sea giant beast that devoured people!
Not long after.
The immense force from the other end of the fishing line showed no sign of weakening, but instead gradually intensified, making him even more strained.
The old man in the straw raincoat was drenched in sweat, with arms beginning to ache faintly.
Yet even with bloodied palms and strained muscles, he refused to let go.
Because the old man in the straw raincoat knew very well.
The Great Wilderness was desolate and declining, now it’s only a few of them old monsters holding on.
If he were to back down, countless lives in the Great Wilderness would face slaughter!
On a certain mountain peak.
A ragged old blind man, leaning on a bamboo staff, was looking gravely in the direction of Zhenhuang City.
As if he could see over endless distances, that great army of the Great Court surging with Evil Qi!
Deep in the Southern Border Mountains.
A headless stone statue, towering a thousand feet, holding a giant axe, stood proudly among the mountains like a giant standing between heaven and earth.
The surface of the statue was covered with cracks, overgrown with moss and vines.
But at the moment when the Great Court Army stepped into this Barbaric Wilderness.
The headless stone statue abruptly shuddered, releasing a blinding divine radiance from its cracks, as if awakening from slumber to battle Heaven for one last time!
In an isolated ancient tribe.
A burly man in a beast-skin tunic, arms hanging below his knees, bid farewell to his tribe and people, carrying a Heavy Bow, and set out alone.
The man’s skin was dark, looking no different from an ordinary man of the Great Wilderness.
Yet he had a gallant demeanor in his stride.
Especially with the Heavy Bow on his back, under the sunlight, faintly revealing Law Divine Patterns.
Even the sun in the sky seemed to fear it, its light dimming considerably!
Moreover.
Upon learning this news.
The other ancient clans immediately gathered to discuss how to unite against the enemy.
"The Great Court comes with great force, fearing it intends to sweep the entire Great Wilderness."
"With the great enemy approaching, no clan can stay aside!"
"We must join forces against the enemy to have a slim chance of survival."
"Indeed, the Great Wilderness has no cowards, we will fight to the death and not yield!"
Some tribes, filled with fighting spirit, decided to confront the Great Court Country head-on.
However, most of the tribal clans fell into prolonged silence.
The Great Wilderness people are indeed fierce, but repeated battles have already worn everyone out beyond endurance.
When will these sunless days end?
Moreover, some small tribes face severe shortages of supplies, even struggling to get enough to eat, how can they confront the well-equipped Great Court Army?
Additionally, with the Great Court Country’s long-term wooing and dividing of the various tribes, the Great Wilderness now resembles a pile of sand, fundamentally unable to unite.
"Heaven’s will is hard to defy, how can individual power confront heaven’s will?"
"The Great Wilderness’s destiny has ended, instead of pointless struggle and sacrifice, better to plan early."
Some clan powerhouses sighed, unwilling to let their people bleed.
Hearing this.
Someone became furious, angrily rebuking on the spot.
"You bastards, have you forgotten the fate of the Long Bo Country that was enslaved for generations?"
"Being a slave is better than dying on the battlefield!"
"Even if we defeat the Great Court Country’s army, so what? Do you want to endure hunger and live in this damn place for generations?"
The crowd argued endlessly, chaos ensued.
"Enough!"
At this moment.
A middle-aged man in a yellow robe slammed the table, his voice booming like thunder in everyone’s ears.
Everyone shuddered, glanced at the middle-aged man, and trembled, not daring to utter a sound.
For this person was the strongest of the Xuanyuan Clan and the current Clan Leader, Ji Hao!
"I understand the Great Wilderness is impoverished, and it’s hard for you to survive."
"But we bear the bloodline of our ancestors, viewed by Heaven as a thorn in the eye."
"If we surrender, we’ll only face complete annihilation, no path for survival at all!"
Ji Hao looked around at everyone, speaking so loudly it was deafening.
"Lord Ji Hao, but..."
Someone hesitated for a long time, wanting to say more.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was directly interrupted by Ji Hao.
"We have an unending feud with the Great Court, no room for reconciliation, this will be our final battle with the Great Court Country!"