Different races, the shortest is only three meters tall, while most others are over ten zhang tall, with an average height of about thirty meters.

They're practically rows of small high-rise buildings.

Li Changzhou, who is less than two meters tall, looks like a grain of rice in their eyes.

But these small high-rise buildings looked at him, this tiny grain of rice, with the same eyes that look at a bullet leaving the barrel.

"Where are you headed, sir?" the prime minister asked.

"I was originally planning to go see Zhu Jiuyin..."

These small high-rise buildings, some thirty meters tall, trembled as if in a magnitude 3 or 4 earthquake.

Zhu Jiuyin shines upon the world; who can resist him?

Normal people would stay away from this person, yet this person actually dared to actively seek them out?

"Originally?" asked Jiao, the granddaughter of the Prime Minister, curiously.

Li Changzhou turned his gaze to the girl who was over ten meters tall, but at most fourteen or fifteen years old.

“Yes, originally, but now, I can only go wherever the wind blows,” Li Changzhou said with a smile.

"Are you from the Feng Hou clan, sir?" Xiang asked tentatively.

He is known in the martial arts world as "The Wind Chaser".

"Jianghu? Is Your Excellency a descendant of the Feng Hou Clan and the Ming Clan, or a direct descendant of the Gong Gong Clan and the Feng Hou Clan?" Xiang asked, somewhat puzzled.

“What’s the difference between ‘clan’ and ‘family’?” Li Changzhou asked.

The small high-rise buildings suddenly stood up, some trying to escape, others preparing to fight, all looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"What's wrong?" Li Changzhou smiled, holding the tip of the Emerald Bee Sword up to his eyes to confirm its familiarity.

"My apologies, so you are a demon, sir!" Xiang said, gripping the burning branch tightly, his tone both wary and respectful.

"What about the demon race?" Li Changzhou continued to roast the beast meat over the fire.

"The demon race is—"

laugh!

Xiang pointed to the branch in his hand. In the light of the campfire, the burning branch flickered like a spark, moving as fast as lightning, and quickly approached Li Changzhou's face.

A flash of emerald light, followed by a crack.

"grandfather!"

"Prime Minister!"

He fell backward, but was caught by the crowd.

"Pfft!" Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ignoring his injuries, he raised the branch he was holding tightly in his right hand, and cut off a section of the burning part.

"Fire Branch... Pfft!" Xiang spat out another mouthful of blood.

Li Changzhou glanced at the charred meat that had fallen to the ground and felt a little regretful. He had been roasting it for so long, but he still hadn't gotten to eat this barbaric roast meat.

He casually strung some more emerald bee sword, but this time he didn't bother to roast it slowly. He simply stuck the thin, emerald-green sword next to the campfire.

Then, he said to these small high-rise buildings, "Sit."

No one answered.

"Sit down."

The crowd's expressions ranged from fierce and hesitant to panic. Just as they were about to say something, Xiang, having caught his breath, raised his hand and stopped them.

He struggled to his feet, and with his granddaughter's help, moved his massive body and slowly sat back down in front of the campfire.

"I don't understand," Li Changzhou said, puzzled, "how dare you take the initiative to attack?"

Xiang gave a wry smile: "I left the tribe when I was young and have been wandering outside for more than two hundred years. This is the first time I have fought against a god-level expert."

"What?!" Everyone was shocked.

Those who had previously considered ganging up on him felt a wave of fear washing over them.

The small and frail appearance of the person in front of me was not only due to inheriting the bloodline, but also because he was a peerless master in the God Realm!

Those figures were all patriarchs or elders of their respective clans; killing them wouldn't even require a glance.

When faced with such a person, they usually can only kneel at a distance and watch the other person walk past them.

Even the young girl Jiao forgot about her grandfather's serious injury and couldn't help but be curious about Li Changzhou.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're also after the Heavenly Emperor's decree, aren't you?" Xiang said with a hint of certainty.

It sounds like some major event.

The winds blow from all directions in this desolate wilderness, yet the wind bird has chosen this particular path; it must be related to the Heavenly Emperor's decree.

Li Changzhou nodded.

Having guessed Li Changzhou's purpose, Xiang's expression and actions became slightly more composed, as the other party was at least not completely unaware of it.

“Tell me about the Heavenly Emperor’s decree,” Li Changzhou continued.

"..." Xiang felt as if he had wasted two hundred years of his life. "The Heavenly Emperor's Decree is a decree issued by the Heavenly Emperor. Those who complete the decree can receive a reward from the Heavenly Emperor. This time, the Heavenly Emperor's Decree is to find the two immortal mountains, Daiyu and Yuanqiao."

Daiyu, Yuanqiao?

[The other two of the five sacred mountains, along with Fangzhang, Yingzhou, and Penglai.]

"Do you know, Bodhisattva?" Li Changzhou asked.

"I cannot assure you of its truth, after all, it is a matter from the prehistoric era," Guanyin recalled. "Legend has it that, under the command of the Heavenly Emperor, the God of the North Sea, Yu Qiang, found fifteen divine turtles to carry these five immortal mountains, changing them every 60,000 years."

However, the giants of Longbo Kingdom fished away six of them, using the divine tortoise shells to divine good and bad fortune. As a result, Mount Daiyu and Mount Yuanqiao drifted to the depths of the North Sea, and in historical records, these two sacred mountains never appeared again.

Finding two sacred mountains that have completely disappeared from history is quite a valuable aspect of the game's quest style.

Guanyin paused for a moment, then continued:

Even the most powerful cultivators of this era, like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, could only perform simple divination for good and bad fortune. Lacking any understanding of the heavenly secrets, relying solely on the unorthodox methods of the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains to search for them would likely require hundreds of thousands of years of arduous work.

Even the mountains in this desolate wilderness are so vast, Li Changzhou has no doubt about the immensity of the North Sea. The Earth in the 21st century may only be considered a slightly larger pearl in the North Sea.

Setting aside his worries for the moment, Li Changzhou continued to ask the Prime Minister, "What about the 'Feng Hou Clan' and 'Gong Gong Clan' you mentioned before?"

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