Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14371 What a powerful physique!
His bronze skin shimmered with a healthy glow in the dim light, covered with mysterious indigo totems.

The totems were all different shapes, some like birds about to take flight, others like fierce and roaring beasts, as if they contained some kind of mysterious power.

Their necks, wrists, and even ankles were adorned with ornaments made from the bones, teeth, and claws of various strange and monstrous beasts.

These strangely shaped ornaments exuded a cold aura and made dull clattering sounds as they moved, as if telling of their past glory and ferocity.

Their hairstyles were also wild and unrestrained. Some had their hair braided into thin braids, like black snakes coiling around their heads; others let their long hair hang loose, flying wildly in the wind, like a black waterfall.

Their eyes were sharp as eagles', revealing an untamed wildness, as if they could unleash powerful strength at any moment.

When they glanced over unintentionally, their gazes were like sharp blades, sending chills down one's spine.

"Not an ordinary human?"

"Or perhaps they are descendants of some ancient tribe?"

Ling Xiao pondered to himself, his brows furrowing involuntarily, like two knots that could not be untied.

The people in this city had an inexplicable strangeness about them. From their clothing to their behavior, they were very different from the humans I usually saw.

This doubt, like a vine, grew wildly in his heart, making him eager to find out the truth.

He slowly concealed all his aura, as if transforming himself into an invisible piece of air, and silently slipped into the city like a ghost.

He took each step with extreme care, afraid of making even the slightest sound and disturbing the mysterious inhabitants of the city.

The scene inside the city further confirmed his suspicions.

Here, you can hardly see any brick or stone houses. The neat, sturdy, and beautiful houses that are common in ordinary cities are nowhere to be found here.

Instead, there were dwellings built with huge animal bones as supports. The bones were thick and sturdy, as if they had been dismantled from ancient behemoths, carrying a primitive and savage power.

The animal bones were covered with thick animal hides, which had been simply processed, but some hairs remained and swayed slightly in the wind.

Some dwellings are woven from resilient vines, which intertwine to form irregular shapes. Although simple, they possess a unique charm.

In addition, there are a few scattered dwellings that are directly converted from natural caves. The entrances of the caves have been simply decorated, and they look quite unique.

A complex atmosphere permeated the air, a faint smell of blood mixed with the smoke from burning vegetation, and a primitive, wild scent. These scents blended together to create a unique and unforgettable aroma.

This smell seems to be the symbol of this city, telling the story of the lifestyle of its residents.

"Primitive tribe?"

These three words instantly flashed into Ling Xiao's mind.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily back to those distant years recorded in ancient books.

According to ancient records, in the distant ancient times, the ancestors of humankind lived by following the water and grass, dwelling in caves and the wild.

They had no advanced tools, no comfortable houses, and could only rely on their own hands to fight against nature and struggle to survive in harsh environments.

The scene before him was so similar to the descriptions in ancient books that it felt as if time had been turned back countless years, placing him in that ancient and mysterious era.

His sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, not missing a single detail.

The more closely you observe, the more you feel that these residents are isolated from the world. They seem to live in an independent world and maintain an extremely ancient way of life.

The city appeared orderly, with people busy with their own affairs, yet it was eerily quiet.

Occasionally, conversations could be heard, using some obscure ancient language. The voices were deep and hoarse, like echoes from ancient times, making it impossible for anyone to understand their meaning.

Ling Xiao dared not be careless in the slightest, knowing full well that this city concealed too many secrets and dangers.

He continued to stealthily make his way towards the city's center, taking each step with extreme caution.

The closer you get to the center of the area, the larger the tents seem to be, and the more complex and ferocious the totems on them become.

The lines of the totem are bold and powerful, as if they were carved with a sharp blade, and each pattern seems to tell an ancient story.

There were also more people participating in the event. They gathered in twos and threes, some chatting and others busy with their tasks.

What alarmed Ling Xiao even more was that the aura emanating from these people was not the energy fluctuation of cultivators like themselves.

The energy fluctuations of cultivators often carry a sense of agility and unpredictability, while these people exude a pure and refined physical power as solid as steel!
Their vital energy was like a blazing furnace, intense and powerful. Their presence seemed to slightly distort the surrounding air as they walked, sat, or lay down.

Ling Xiao's senses were extremely sharp; he even sensed several auras, and his physical strength had reached the Great Sun Realm level!
The Great Sun Realm is an extremely powerful realm among cultivators, requiring a long period of cultivation and tempering to reach.

These seemingly primitive inhabitants possessed such powerful physical strength, which was beyond his imagination.

"What an impressive physique!"

"What kind of ethnic group is this?"

Ling Xiao felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The physical strength of these people was far beyond his comprehension. Their pure and powerful physical strength was like that of ancient beasts that had been dormant for a long time and could erupt at any moment.

He dared not underestimate them in the slightest, keeping his eyes fixed on those people, trying to find some clues from their behavior and expressions.

He moved cautiously through the city, taking each step with utmost care, for fear of disturbing these mysterious residents.

Finally, he arrived at the palace in the city center, the only building that could be considered a "building".

The palace stood out starkly against the backdrop of the surrounding tents made of animal bones, hides, and vines.

It is less a palace and more a large stone fortress roughly built of giant bluish-black rocks.

Each of those rocks was enormous, with an uneven surface, as if sculpted by time, full of traces of the years.

The stone fortress has a rugged and bold style, without any refinement or delicacy, but it exudes a powerful sense of strength, as if it were an unshakeable fortress.