Ever since the arrival of the ghost army, everyone anticipated a grueling battle. However, they hadn't anticipated such a sudden turn of events. The ghosts here had actually given birth to such a powerful Heroic Spirit Master, who had completely conquered all the ghosts!
"We didn't mean to disturb the rest of the Heroic Spirits. It's just that the world is in turmoil right now, and divine authority is on the verge of collapse. The entire Tianhuang World would then be in jeopardy..."
"I'm aware of the strife within. But if the Tianhuang World falls into chaos, a small place like Tiansai Baiqi will naturally be doomed."
The black-robed figure gently interrupted Ming Qi, but didn't stop him from continuing.
"That's indeed the case. We only intend to stay in Baiqi temporarily. If things prove unsuccessful, we'll seek another path."
Ming Qi thought for a moment, then briefly outlined his thoughts.
"Your plan is unwise to begin with, but the world is about to collapse. Simply avoiding it will only lead to ridicule."
The black-robed man's voice remained gentle, but the words caught Ming Qi by surprise. The entire world could be completely overturned. Even if someone wanted to ridicule you, they would at least have to survive the catastrophe.
And taking a step back, the one bringing the catastrophe to the world was the Tianzui Camp, a group with the power to kill gods. Ordinary mortal cultivators would likely be insignificant in their eyes. Even if a mortal cultivator fought for the world, they would at best serve as cannon fodder, their death meaningless.
After a moment's thought, Ming Qi said, "When the great calamity strikes, even the gods of heaven and earth are watching and watching, let alone mortals."
The black-robed man suddenly laughed and said, "So you really intend to stay out of it when the great calamity truly arrives?"
Hearing this, Ming Qi nodded, though he didn't understand the black-robed man's exact meaning. He added, "If I had the power to pacify the world, I would naturally not stay out of it."
After hearing Ming Qi's words, the black-robed man seemed to ponder. After a moment's silence, he spoke, "You are not wrong, and your choice cannot be said to be wrong. If so, then follow me."
With this, the black-robed man turned and walked lightly forward.
As the black-robed man left, the black-armored cavalrymen silently turned and followed him on either side. In the distance, the hordes of ghosts transformed into several black shadows, dispersing in all directions and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Where are we going?"
The black-robed figure wasn't flying very fast, so Ming Qi and the others could easily keep up.
"The Land of Heroes."
The black-robed figure simply replied with four words.
The Land of Heroes?
What kind of place is that?
Ming Qi couldn't imagine what this place called the Land of Heroes was. Judging from the name, it seemed to be the resting place of the spirits of the fallen. But why was the black-robed figure taking them to the Land of Heroes? To the final resting place of the fallen?
"Why go there?"
Changkong suddenly asked from the side.
Born into an ancient barbarian tribe, he was naturally familiar with the legends of Baiqi. He had also heard of the so-called Realm of Heroes within Tiansai Baiqi. It was said to be a vast cemetery built within Baiqi when the ancient tribe abandoned Tiansai Baiqi. Countless powerful warriors who died on the battlefields of Baiqi were buried there. They were the pride of the ancient tribe and the faith of its warriors. For a long time afterwards, the ancient barbarian tribe even worshipped the Realm of Heroes deep within Baiqi.
Since then, the world has changed dramatically. While Baiqi remains a legend among the ancient barbarian tribe, their reverence for its heroes has gradually faded over time. Today, few members of the ancient barbarian tribe truly understand the true meaning of the ancestral precept of the supremacy of the heroes.
"Of course, we're honoring the heroes, and then seeing if the great spirits of our ancestors will grant us strength."
The black-robed man spoke calmly, as if he had anticipated this. He seemed unsurprised by the arrival of Ming Qi and the others, or perhaps the ghosts themselves simply didn't feel any such emotion. Granting power?
Upon hearing this, Ming Qi understood the black-robed figure's intention to lead them to the Land of Heroes.
"One of you carries the aura of my ancient clan. Taking you to the Land of Heroes is a small gift from the ancestors to our descendants. I hope some of you will survive the coming catastrophe."
Ming Qi, walking nearby, felt a pang of emotion upon hearing this. It seemed this mysterious black-robed spirit had long been aware of the catastrophe and knew a great deal. However, he still couldn't understand why the black-robed figure had led them to the sacred grounds of the Savage Ancient Clan. Even though Changkong was from the Savage Ancient Clan, none of the others had any connection to them.
The road leading deep into Bai Qi was long, and Ming Qi occasionally asked questions as they journeyed. Changkong, in particular, asked a number of questions about ancient legends of the Savage Ancient Clan, most of which concerned tales of becoming gods and immortals.
As for the others, they spoke little, following silently behind.
After walking for over an hour, the landscape ahead finally shifted, from pure white stone and white plains to a slightly reddish rocky landscape. The surrounding white plains and forests also took on a faint, dark red hue.
The faint traces of broken walls on the surrounding ground became more numerous. This must have been the site of a former military camp, but with the passage of time, it had completely receded into the dust of history.
Traveling through the vast military camp, which stretched for dozens of miles in radius, Ming Qi could vaguely discern a distinct building ahead, shrouded in thick black clouds. Despite being completely enveloped by the dense black clouds, the towering structure, with its predominantly pale red hue, still stood out.
Is this the land of the ancient barbarian tribe's heroes?
Ming Qi looked up and saw that the entire structure was ingeniously constructed. Although it appeared to be inevitably covered in the dust of history, he could still sense the faint spiritual power emanating from it.
"Look, that's the Land of Heroes."
The black-robed figure pointed to the pale red buildings ahead.
This is the Land of Heroes, a place where the ancient barbaric tribes gathered their faith. Who knows how many heroic legends are buried there?
"This is where the spirits of our great ancestors rest. You will have the closest opportunity to see them. Don't miss it."
The black-robed figure spoke with rare solemnity. Then, without further ado, he led Ming Qi and the others toward the pale red buildings.
Not long after, the group arrived at the Land of Heroes. The black-robed figure waved his sleeve gently, and a portal of light appeared before them without warning. He pointed at the portal and said, "You can enter the Land of Heroes through this door and search for what you seek within one day. Remember, only one day."
After completing his instructions, the black-robed figure vanished without a sound.
"Let's go. This might be an opportunity."
Ming Qi wasn't worried about the black-robed man plotting anything. The ancient barbarian tribe upheld a tradition of using force over everything. They disdained conspiracies and schemes, whether in life or after death.