Chapter 850: Chapter 27 Pu Yan History_3
As he spoke, Pu Lin continued walking forward until he reached the sixth mural, which depicted a city. Although the city walls were short and the buildings were few, it was unmistakably a city. Pu Lin sighed, "The continent is too vast. Although we occupied most of the land, because of the distances involved, many things were very backward at that time. Our clansmen gradually divided into several groups, now known as the White Race, the Black Race, and the Red-haired Race like the Red Hurricane Clan. Under the influence of the local customs, they gradually broke away from our rule and formed their own nations. They even abandoned their most fundamental love for nature and began to destroy forests to establish the first cities. Back then, our clan leader did not blame them, as they were all descendants of our Pu Yan Clan, and after all, our people still occupied more than half of the continent’s land."
Pu Lin’s eyes conveyed a sorrowful expression as he approached the seventh mural, which depicted a scene shrouded in gun smoke, seemingly depicting a war between several races. Pu Lin said, "Although we did not campaign against those separated races, they developed too quickly and in many ways surpassed us. Eventually, they couldn’t stand the solitude and united to wage war against our Pu Yan Clan. The war resulted in heavy losses on both sides. However, with our population in an absolute majority, we ultimately emerged victorious. That was about twelve hundred years ago. After that war, there emerged the precursors to the Empire of Tian Jing and the Empire of Sunset City. Tribes like the Yalian Tribe also gradually developed after the great war. While the territory of our Pu Yan Clan did not diminish, the extensive loss of our people in the war rendered us unable to oversee all of our borders. The baptism of war inflicted deep wounds on all races, leading everyone into a phase of recuperation; and from that time, our Pu Yan Clan began its decline." Two lines of clear tears flowed from Pu Lin’s eyes, and his body trembled slightly; he sighed and walked toward the eighth mural.
The eighth mural depicted a group of beings who could hardly be called human, for their skin was green and their hands bore sharp spikes. Despite resembling humans, the evil aura they emitted and their red eyes, fraught with strange colors, were unmistakably malevolent. In the middle of this group stood a giant, three times the height of an ordinary green person, with wings and spikes growing around his green wings. On his forehead, there was a single horn, and the spikes on his hands shimmered with a dazzling cold light, exuding a terrifying presence. Xuan Yue exclaimed, "This, this isn’t the Ancient Demon God, is it?"
Pu Lin nodded and said, "Yes, he is the Ancient Demon God, also, the deity worshipped by the Dark Witcher. After that war, peace lasted for less than a hundred years before these green-skinned beings suddenly appeared on the continent. They were ferocious and naturally destructive, namely the Dark Witchers, who are now extremely rare but not extinct. The figure you called the Ancient Demon God is the Dark Demon Lord. His power was unimaginable. The reproduction rate of the Dark Witchers was incredibly fast, and nobody, including our Pu Yan Clan and the Southerners of the Empire of Huasheng, knew how they appeared on the continent. Their emergence was nothing less than a nightmare for the people at that time. Initially, their numbers were not many, but their strong bodies enabled them to rapidly conquer a small part of the continent. Any race that opposed them met with annihilation. In just fifty years, the Dark Witchers’ numbers had surpassed ten million. Those were our past mistakes! Had we not rested for our own recuperation but eradicated them when they first appeared, the later consequences would not have occurred. The Dark Witchers launched attacks against all races, and millions of Dark Demon warriors stormed into the continent, conquering half of its territory in just five years, and we, the Pu Yan Clan, were the first to be slaughtered. Despite our strength, we were unprepared and unable to withstand their formidable advance. In just five years, our numbers had reduced to a fifth of what they once were." At this, Pu Lin broke down in tears, deeply mourning for his people.
After a while, Pu Lin’s emotions stabilized somewhat. He took a few steps and approached the ninth mural, which depicted a tall young man holding a magic wand, a faint white halo emanating from his body. Behind him were countless soldiers from various tribes, and to Ah Dai and Xuan Yue’s amazement, above his head floated a dozen legendary giant dragons in various colors. Arrayed before him were the forces led by the Dark Demon God. Pu Lin sighed, "Just when our Pu Yan Clan was about to be annihilated, the Savior appeared. Under his guidance, the various races of the continent united wholeheartedly and, with the help of the Ancient Giant Dragons, waged a final battle against the Demon Clan. Even though the Savior, with his wise leadership, eliminated most of the Dark Demon Clan, the continent’s human population had decreased to a fifth of what it had been before the calamity, and our Pu Yan Clan had dwindled to less than five percent of its former size. The Savior unleashed a Forbidden Curse that, although it did not eradicate all of the Dark Witchers, severely limited their ability to reproduce. To this day, the Dark Witchers are still being hunted by all nations. However, after the war, they gradually moved underground, making it difficult to spot their traces; I estimate their numbers are not large."
