The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Mo Mo originally thought that it was just a simple battle with monsters, but when Cen Linshan discovered that there was no life around, whether it was humans or monsters, Mo Mo looked at Yan Mu beside him in confusion.

Yan Mu's face was filled with an irrepressible gloom. He looked at the crack that was getting bigger and bigger and irregular in shape and said, "We cleared out the monsters stationed near Cenlin Mountain in the first few days after we arrived. Later on, we gradually discovered the strangeness behind this crack."

"What do you mean? If the crack is just weird, then it's not a big deal to just seal it up." Mo Mo frowned and looked at him.

Yan Mu's empty left sleeve fluttered in the cold wind, looking particularly out of place in the serious atmosphere at the moment.

"This is different from ordinary cracks. Behind the cracks is a different scene. Several large tribes that suddenly disappeared fifty years ago have strangely reappeared at the same time. Perhaps it should be said that this is what people owed fifty years ago..."

In the cold wind, Yan Mu's voice was blown away, becoming distant and vague.

Mo Mo's frown deepened, and she asked again: "So...what happened fifty years ago?"

Facing Mo Mo's question, Yan Mu was stunned for a moment, then looked at her and said calmly: "Until the secret of this crack was discovered, the events of fifty years ago had always been like a taboo and were not mentioned by people. Let's go, let's talk while we walk."

It was only through Yan Mu’s personal narration that Mo Mo learned about what happened fifty years ago.

It turned out that there was a demon crisis that year, and in order to protect themselves, people even sacrificed these powerful tribes as sacrifices. At that time, the tribes together had a population of more than a thousand. Perhaps because of guilt, or perhaps to cover up the cruel facts, the events of fifty years ago became a taboo topic in the Supernatural Bureau.

"Then this information...did you know it before you came?"

Yan Mu shook his head silently.

"So... the ones who actually hurt you seriously weren't the demons? It was... them?" Mo Mo seemed to understand something and looked at him with wide eyes!

"Only a small part is due to the demons."

It was not until this moment that Yan Mu told Mo Mo the truth.

"So, this is also the key reason why Zhao Wenting and his team tried their best to get me out. They want me to get the truth of what happened fifty years ago from the headquarters."

"But... this involves the lives of several tribes and thousands of people. How can this account be easily settled?" Mo Mo's frown never relaxed. "So... in this war, the demons only acted as a knife."

"Yes, this is actually a war between several extremely powerful tribes and our modern world. Do you remember the prophecy in the book you mentioned?"

Mo Mo's eyebrows jumped. After Yan Mu's reminder, everything seemed to be connected. "Are you talking about... the prophecy of a devastating disaster?"

The wind blowing on my body was freezing cold.

After learning the truth about the crack in Cen Lin Mountain, Mo Mo felt even more worried for Liang Chuxin and Zhao Wenting.

Follow Yan Mu to the ancient Tsukuyomi tribe.

Earthen walls and thatched houses, ancient wells, and villagers with tanned skin and curious eyes.

"Are these... the people from the ancient tribe?" Mo Mo leaned close to Yan Mu and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, their facial features are no different from ours, but because of the strong ultraviolet rays here, their skin color has lost its original color. These are ordinary villagers without special powers. They live peacefully under the protection of the clan leader." Yan Mu explained as he walked with Mo Mo.

"Ahhh...help me...help me."

Suddenly, a man with blood holes all over his body jumped out from the thatched hut next to him. He grabbed the corner of Mo Mo's clothes tightly with both hands and shouted for help.

"Quick! Take him away!"

The man fell to the ground because he had no strength to stand, and was quickly dragged away by several strong men who arrived.

The ground was covered with blood that had seeped out of the blood holes on his body, forming a creepy bloodstain on the ground.

"This is a rare disease in their area; but don't worry, our people will not be infected."

Yan Mu's words brought Mo Mo back to reality.

"Then do you know why?" Mo Mo felt that these people were abandoned by the world fifty years ago, and it was a very sad thing that they still seemed to be living in a relatively backward standard.

[If it can be cured... maybe...]

"At present, our accompanying military doctors have begun to investigate and study. This time we have also transferred some medical experts from the research institute. If we can cure their diseases, perhaps this will be a starting point for negotiations with several other tribes. At present, only the elders of the Tsukuyomi tribe are willing to provide us with information and help out of old friendship."

Looking up, Mo Mo noticed that many people in the village actually suffered from this strange disease.

Feeling a little depressed inside, she didn't say much along the way and just followed Yan Mu to the command base.

When they returned to the original command site, Yan Mu learned from the elders of the Yuedu tribe that Zhao Wenting and his companions had disappeared during a patrol not long after Yan Mu left, and had been missing for several days. The elders of the Yuedu tribe suspected that they had fallen into the abyss of the crack.

"The Rift Abyss? What is that place?"

"It is a multi-dimensional teleportation space that we have spent fifty years studying but still haven't fully understood. It will randomly teleport people to special areas such as the sea of ​​sand, the river area, or the fire haze. There are even some places where no one has survived and whose names cannot be remembered to this day. The unknown about these places is something more terrifying than the demons. Ahem!"

As he was speaking, the white-bearded patriarch suddenly coughed up a large pool of blood.

"Chief, this..." Yan Mu was also shocked!

The clan leader rolled up his sleeves, and Mo Mo and Yan Mu discovered that there were many blood holes on his body.

"This... is the curse placed on us by God for exploring these areas privately. We don't have much time left to explore. The Cenlin Mountain Rift War was originally planned by several tribes in order to obtain cooperation with the Supernatural Power Bureau. Who would have thought... who would have thought that Zang... he... he actually had selfish motives!"

When the patriarch got emotional, he started coughing violently, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, which was very scary. In the end, he fainted on the spot.

"It seems that... the truth about the crisis at the Cenlin Mountain rift has yet to be revealed."

Yan Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his thin lips, and exuded a cold chill from his whole body.

"It seems to be the case. The most important thing for us right now is to help the people here get cured."

After listening to the words of the Tsukuyomi clan leader, Mo Mo seemed to understand some of the political intrigues in the story. Her brain was working rapidly, wondering if there was any way to resolve the current situation and how to find the missing Liang Chuxin and Zhao Wenting.