The two moons in the sky are exceptionally bright, gazing at each other from a distance, their round contours flawless, like jade disks radiating sacred white light, covering the wilderness of the night with a layer of silver frost.
The endless deep mountains and ancient forests are vast and boundless, stretching beyond sight. The trees here grow remarkably tall, each reaching hundreds of meters high, while various fierce desolate beasts move up and down between the woods.
The mountain peaks, undulating and indistinct, are arranged with great regularity, crooked and twisted, yet each peak is not far from another, with some merely three or four meters apart, forming a narrow passage like a canyon corridor.
At each mountain range’s pass, there are intertwined white vines, woven into sturdy gates, firmly sealing the pass. The white vines seem to absorb the essence of the moonlight, emanating a gentle glow under its cover.
A flying insect flutters up and down towards those white vines, seemingly wanting to rest on them, but as soon as it touches the vines, a "huala" sound is heard. The white vines resonate with a strange aura, instantly disintegrating the insect into tiny specks of white light, disappearing into the vines.
The desolate beasts in the forest had been eyeing the valley intently, but upon seeing those vines emitting white light, they reluctantly retreated into the darkness.
The white vines act like a solid barrier, keeping the ferocious beasts out of the valley.
White vines crawl over every mountain peak, like a net, covering the high mountains; however, one mountain alone is not covered by these vines, with plants that grow very sacredly, all white, emitting gentle light at night.
On the mountain, there stands a tall stone platform, made from some kind of jade, translucent and radiant. On this platform stands a holy statue of a radiant young man, exceedingly handsome, to the point where one cannot discern his gender.
However, this handsome young man has twelve pairs of wings!
Below this ambiguous statue, countless beast-skin-draped humans stand, lining the mountain’s steps from bottom to top, each with a devout expression, gazing at the handsome statue with eyes fervently praying for something.
At the front is a robust middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes, seemingly the most revered among the humans. He stands there, muttering incantations to himself.
"Great Divine Lord above, bless our Human Race with favorable weather and let our Meng Dong hunt be fruitful so we can survive this winter."
The middle-aged man leads by kneeling, performing rituals solemnly.
"Divine Lord, bless us."
Many humans standing on the steps behind also kneel, shouting loudly.
"Worship a Meat-Winged Monster?"
Xiang Beifei slightly furrows his brow, a chilling glint flashes in his eyes.
He searched for a long before finding this place, but his first glance at this scene ignited in him a fury.
These humans seem completely unaware of what the twelve-winged birdman signifies.
But he quickly suppresses his anger.
As long as he can see the two moons, the place belongs to the Meat-Winged Monster; although Xiang Beifei has a certain level of strength now, he dares not act rashly here.
Each Flaming Six Wings has late-stage Heavenly Connection power, so no one knows if there are winged eight, winged ten, but at least the twelve-winged birdman before him is absolutely not a trivial being, perhaps a master of the Immortal Realm!
Especially those two moons in the sky.
Xiang Beifei looks up at the bright, luminous jade disk, indeed not an ordinary moon. In his Perception, the moon resembles the eyes of a lurking monster, possessing powerful surveillance abilities.
Erha impatiently rubs its tail, ready to settle the score with those Meat-Winged Monsters!
"No, we must first figure out these people’s situation."
Xiang Beifei shakes his head.
These humans are evidently not normal; they worship Meat-Winged Monsters, making things complicated. Changing their perception would be difficult.
If suddenly jumping out to tell them that the twelve-winged birdman is a disgusting Meat-Winged Monster, no one would believe it.
He must plan carefully.
The prayer at the top of the mountain continued for an entire hour before the humans on the mountain gradually descended, returning to the village at the mountain’s foot.
The village is extremely primitive, built simply with straw and stone, wooden fences forming small yards, with some vegetables planted inside, while some desolate beast meat is dried on racks, turned into jerky.
Xiang Beifei quietly follows these people, walking along the mountainside, looking at these ancient buildings, temporarily feeling as if he had returned to the era of primitive farming.
He can be sure these humans are most likely the Hanxia Human Race captured by Meat-Winged Monsters three thousand years ago, and after three thousand years, these humans still live in such primitive conditions.
These humans, same as Hanxia humans, are vastly different compared to Jiuzhou. Jiuzhou has a startling level of social development, its technology is very advanced, while here it’s as if they live increasingly backward, even more regressive than the original Hanxia social structure.