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After Chu Yang took away the sacred objects, the Lord of the Demon Court obtained various information recorded by the tribe here from the clan leader.

That thick stack of information is like an ancient and heavy historical treasure house. Each page carries the endless vicissitudes of time and the hidden secrets of this ancient ethnic group. With a mixture of awe and expectation, the Lord of the Demon Court found a quiet corner in this ancient land.

That corner is like a peaceful harbor forgotten by the world, tightly surrounded by tall and leafy trees. The sunlight is like a golden thread, trying hard to penetrate the dense gaps in the leaves, scattering fine and mottled light spots, like stars falling into the world. The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed like time had frozen, with only the occasional breeze coming, as gentle as a loving mother's touch, gently blowing by, slightly ruffling the corners of his clothes.

He sat down slowly, his posture upright and upright, like a devout believer about to listen to the revelation of the gods, solemn and solemn. His expression was as focused as if he was in a vital test that could determine life and death. He carefully and respectfully picked up the first page of the information with his fingers.

The yellowed paper exudes an old atmosphere, as if whispering stories of the past. The traces of time have left faint yellow spots on the paper, like fingerprints of time, and slightly curled edges, as if gently whispering. Trembling, ready to reveal those dust-laden past events to the world.

The Lord of the Demon Court's eyes wandered between the lines. His eyes were solemn at times, as if he had fallen into deep thinking for an instant, and his whole person seemed to be pulled into a world by invisible threads.

An ancient and mysterious world.

Whenever he encounters some complex descriptions or obscure hints, his brows will frown slightly, forming several deep lines, as if they are ravines carved by the years, or as if he is trying to solve an ancient mystery. traces left behind.

The deep lines seem to hide his exploration and persistence of the unknown. Sometimes he is confused and seems to be troubled by some complicated narratives. His eyes show confusion and confusion, like a traveler groping in the dark, trying hard to find that faint but crucial glimmer of light. His eyes flickered in confusion, with a desire for the truth and a fear of the unknown.

As time passed quietly like silent water, page after page of information was gently turned over by his fingertips. The sun quietly moved its position, like a naughty child, casting ever-changing light and shadow on him. At first, the sun shone like a warm cloak on his shoulders, covering him with a layer of golden brilliance. The brilliance was bright and soft, as if it was a glory given by God.

Then it gradually moved to his back, leaving a warm mark, like a gentle palm caressing it. However, the Lord of the Demon Court was completely unaware of it and was completely immersed in this mysterious history, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

His fingers gently rubbed the paper, feeling the texture of time and the power of words. Every time he turns a page, he seems to have crossed a long and arduous journey through time, having a silent but profound dialogue with the ancient soul. Those words seemed to be alive, full of vitality and emotion, leading him into one stage after another.

Untold stories and secrets. Every story is like a door to the past, and every secret is like a key to unlock a mystery.

Finally, when he had carefully read the last page of information, the Lord of the Demon Court slowly closed the thick stack. At this time, the expression on his face was like a complex and profound picture, containing both relief and helplessness.

He was relieved that many of the foggy questions that had troubled him finally found answers in these materials; but unfortunately, although the answers were in front of him, the truth revealed was not as beautiful and ideal as he expected. . His eyes were intertwined with relief and loss, as if he had been groping in the darkness for a long time and finally found the exit, only to find that the outside world was not as beautiful as he imagined.

After reading the information, the Lord of Demon Court no longer had any doubts in his mind. All the questions that lingered in my mind like a fog for a long time now have their answers one by one. Everything he wanted to know was already understood in these materials.

The origins, rise and fall of ethnic groups, as well as the mysterious and tortuous secrets hidden behind history, were all displayed in his mind like clear and vivid pictures. Every scene is lifelike, as if he has personally experienced those distant years.

"how?"

Someone asked softly from the side, and the voice broke the short silence. The sound was as soft as falling feathers, light and delicate, but it was particularly clear in this quiet atmosphere where you could almost hear your heartbeat, as if it was a crisp bird song in the silence.

The expression of the Lord of the Demon Court is slightly complex

Miscellaneous, his brows wrinkled slightly, forming two shallow grooves, as if they were the subtle marks left by the years on his face. There was a hint of helplessness and disappointment in his eyes. The helplessness seemed like a heavy sigh for the past that could not be changed, and the disappointment seemed like a deep regret that the things expected could not be realized.

"The intelligence records are very detailed, but there are very few useful ones. You can leave, and there won't be any clues if you continue to stay here. There is no need to stop here and waste time."

His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight, like ancient bells echoing in the empty valley, as if he no longer had any hope here. The voice echoed in the air, carrying a sense of determination, as if it was cutting off the last trace of concern with the past.

Chu Yang nodded, his expression as calm as water, as if he had expected this result. There was not much surprise on his face, as if he had expected such an ending.

His eyes were calm and deep, as if everything was expected and nothing could surprise him. That gaze was like a deep lake, calm and calm, but containing endless wisdom and insight, as if it could understand the essence of everything in the world.

Immediately, Chu Yang looked at the waiting clan leader, with a hint of respect and gratitude in his eyes. That gaze is warm and sincere, like the sunshine penetrating dark clouds in spring, which can dispel the cold and gloom of winter and bring hope and warmth to people.

"Your Excellency, Patriarch, we will stop disturbing you at this time. The two of us are leaving now."

Chu Yang's voice was gentle and powerful,

With an unquestionable determination. The voice echoed in the air, clear and firm, like a solemn oath, leaving no room for doubt. His tone was full of respect and determination, which not only expressed respect for the clan leader, but also showed his determination to leave. It was like a sharp sword, cutting off all hesitation and hesitation.

Chu Yang reached out and took out a dusty storage bag from the storage space. The bag looked old and mysterious, as if it contained endless secrets. The surface of the bag is covered with traces of time, and some minor wear and fading seem to tell the long years it has experienced.

Its material seems ordinary, but it has a strange luster, making people wonder about the preciousness of the things hidden inside. Chu Yang didn't know what was inside, but no matter what it was, it was extremely precious to this poor and simple tribe, like a drop of water in the desert or a fire in the cold winter.

"There are some things in there that you may be able to use. As for how to distribute them, just leave it to the patriarch alone."

Chu Yang's tone was calm, but full of sincerity and kindness. His eyes are clear and magnanimous, making people feel his sincerity, as if they are a crystal clear spring water, without any impurities or concealments. There was no hesitation or reluctance in his eyes, only care and blessings for the tribe, like the spring breeze blowing on his face, warm and pleasant.

"The two of us are leaving now."

As Chu Yang finished speaking, his figure instantly became illusory. The illusory figure is like smoke, looming, full of mysterious atmosphere, as if

It is a phantom from another world. The next second, he and the Lord of the Demon Court left this remote tribe. Their movements were as fast as lightning, and they disappeared in the eyes of the clan leader in the blink of an eye, without knowing where they were going, like fleeting meteors in the night sky.

The clan leader stayed where he was and didn't make any sound for a long time. His eyes were still looking at the direction Chu Yang and the Lord of Demon Court were leaving, his eyes full of complex emotions. There is regret, which is the reluctance to leave them and the worry about the unknown future, as if the light guiding the direction has been lost;

There is loss, as if losing important support and hope, like a lonely boat lost in the vast sea; there is also an indescribable confusion, not knowing where the future of the tribe will go, like a traveler standing at a crossroads, not knowing where to go. Where to go.

At this moment, he suddenly felt as if he had missed something very important, but now it was useless even if he felt regret.

"Just do whatever you have to do."

He weakly ordered the clansmen behind him, with exhaustion and helplessness in his voice. The sound echoed in the empty field, looking a little desolate, like the cold wind of late autumn blowing through the barren grassland. His voice lacked the majesty and decisiveness of the past, only deep helplessness and exhaustion, like a traveler who had experienced a long journey, his steps were heavy and staggering.

Immediately, the clan leader walked towards his residence alone. His steps were heavy and slow. Every step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, as if he was carrying the fate of the entire tribe.

His back looked lonely and desolate, pulled away by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Very long. The afterglow shone on him, but it could not warm his lost heart. It was like a withered yellow leaf, floating alone in the autumn wind.

At the same time, on the other side, Chu Yang and the Lord of the Demon Court came to the edge of the desert, a place with an extremely hot climate and red gravel everywhere.

The air here seems to be burning, and every breath is like swallowing a blazing fire. The hot breath hit your face, making you feel as if you were in a huge and blazing furnace, with nowhere to escape.

The heat waves came one after another, like invisible giant waves, surging and impacting their bodies. The heat wave rolled in, seeming to swallow up everything without leaving a trace.