Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Pangu Splits the Heavens_1
The elderly woman, holding a wooden staff, appeared surrounded by others, clearly of no ordinary status.
Ye Fei inquired, "Are you the one in charge here?"
The elderly woman softly replied, "I am merely a woman leading a large family to get a bite to eat."
"May I ask, who exactly are you... friend or foe?"
Ye Fei raised an eyebrow.
This elderly woman was likely akin to a clan leader of some sort.
However.
Where were all the men here?
Ye Fei said, "Having intruded into your territory from outside, I am of course an enemy."
Upon these words, many women and children became defensive as if facing a great enemy.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
The benefactor they originally thought of was also an enemy?
The girl’s face was full of resentment as she persuaded, "Grandma, let’s go! Don’t waste words on him!"
"He must be here for our treasure as well!"
The elderly woman’s eyes flickered, yet she harbored a sliver of hope in her heart.
"Young man, what brings you to our dilapidated place?" she asked.
"What for?" Ye Fei chuckled lightly. "Of course, it’s for your treasure."
Ye Fei was utterly frank.
Any random disciple from the Pangu Sect could reach the fifth level of Innate.
This suggested that the organization was extremely extraordinary.
And the treasure they desired to have must be exceptional.
The addition of the so-called "Wordless Heavenly Scripture" from the Pangu secret cache that Ye Fei received earlier.
All of it fueled his immense curiosity.
However, Ye Fei’s words made the group of women and children feel like they were facing a great threat.
"Grandma! I told you he’s not a good person!" a girl protested.
"Let’s go quickly, we shouldn’t waste words on him!"
The old woman looked quietly at Ye Fei for a long time.
Her gaze finally rested on the sword in Ye Fei’s hand.
"Arlan, don’t talk nonsense."
"Whether we can survive this disaster might depend on this strong warrior."
"What?" the girl referred to as Arlan appeared completely puzzled.
The elderly woman took a step forward and asked Ye Fei, "If you are willing, could you come back to the village with us?"
Ye Fei raised an eyebrow.
This old woman kept staring at the Evil-Slaying Sword.
Could it be because she saw that the sword was filled with righteousness?
So she considered him a good person?
"I have no problem with that," Ye Fei chuckled lightly.
But Arlan was not pleased, "Grandma! This man covets our clan’s treasure, why would you invite a wolf into our house?"
The elderly woman laughed softly, "I see her sword carries extraordinary righteousness."
"If she were an evil person, she wouldn’t be able to wield such a sword."
"At this moment of our clan’s survival, we can only pin our hopes on this person."
After saying this, the old woman’s eyes showed streaks of sorrow.
If it weren’t for various reasons, why would she pin her hopes on a stranger?
Hearing the clan leader speak, the women and children no longer contested.
They led Ye Fei through the mountains to a hidden village.
This village was concealed and seemingly uninvaded.
Ye Fei saw a few scattered men.
However, their eyes had already lost their luster, showing not a hint of the will to survive.
Their homes were invaded, yet they were powerless to fight back and could only hide.
Ye Fei entered the house with the elderly woman, filled with questions.
"Are these all the men you have left?"
The elderly woman’s eyes brimmed with hot tears, overwhelmed with grief.
"The men have been taken away as forced labor."
"Months ago, the person claiming to be the Yulu Venerate came here to take our treasure."
"She firmly believed the treasure was in the mountain, so she bound the men and forced them to dig."
Ye Fei grew even more curious.
Months ago?
He had learned from Wang Jianglong that these people committed their acts only a week ago.
So they arrived here months before?
Ye Fei seriously asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Whether it was their clothing or their way of speaking.
These people resembled ancient people, showing no sign of modernity.
The elderly woman gave a wry smile as memories surfaced in her eyes.
"We are descendants of an ancient people. Our Celestial Master couldn’t take us with him when he left."
"He opened the Upside-Down Mountain and left us a treasure, and so we have thrived for generations, surviving here."
Ye Fei understood.
They were indeed descendants of an ancient people.
Their Celestial Master?
Who was that person?
Upon closer thought, this whole affair seemed incredible.
It was much like Tao Yuanming’s "The Peach Blossom Spring."
Beyond this haven, wars and dynastic changes never ceased.
Yet the people inside lived peacefully and happily.
However, the so-called treasure.
Still attracted the covetous.
"So what exactly is your treasure?" Ye Fei asked.
The old woman gave a gentle smile and said, "Speaking of that, we have to start from the very beginning of the story."
The opening of the heavens by Pangu!
After Ye Fei ascended to the higher realms, he came to know a lot.
In the primeval chaos, the Celestial Master was paramount.
A Celestial Master would emerge every tens of thousands of years, dominating all races.
And this Pangu was a Celestial Master from ancient times.
Ye Fei surmised that the Celestial Master Pangu must have opened the heavens and earth, where Earth is, just before dissipating.
The old woman spoke freely.
"Pangu, the first being, on the brink of death transformed. His breath became the wind and clouds, his voice became thunder."
"His left eye became the sun, his right the moon, his limbs and body became the extremes and sacred mountains."
"His blood formed rivers, his veins the Earth’s ley lines, his flesh the soil, his hair the stars, his skin the flora."
"And his teeth and bones turned into metals and stones, his marrow into jewels, his sweat into rain that nurtures all beings."
Having said this, the old woman softly smiled.
Ye Fei had heard these myths.
But he didn’t see how they were related.
