Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 396 - 146: World Map, Western Pole Ice Race, Harvest Before Retreat (Major - )
And he himself did not possess the Ancestral Talisman, so he had no idea what would happen to those who cultivated his Cultivation Skill if they broke through to the Sixth Grade.
Immediately, he quickly flipped through the pages.
The subsequent parts of this "Qingshan Pen Talk" also recorded information about the Fifth Grade, which Li Yuan silently noted, planning to revisit it when he reached the Fifth Grade.
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In the days that followed, he also looked at the map of the world and the map of Great Zhou.
In an instant, his worldview was opened up.
This world had no north-south confrontation, nor were there powerful forces like the "Xiongnu" or "Southern Barbarians"; Great Zhou seemed like a lonely giant country.
Apart from Great Zhou, there were just some scattered small tribes or forces united under Sects.
This made Li Yuan recall a line from a Cthulhu-type classic he had read before he traveled:
We live on a calm little island of ignorance, surrounded by a black sea of infinity, and we were not meant to voyage far.
But it seemed unlike, as after all, ghosts had already appeared in Great Zhou, and in the remote corners, there seemed to be Ghost Realms and Meat Fields too.
Even, through Lady Yan, Li Yuan learned that some Ghost Realms had become so "impoverished" that they couldn’t even kill anyone, because there was simply no one around that Ghost Realm to kill...so, those ghosts had no choice but to buy people at Feng’Er’s black market.
From this perspective, the more desolate the place, the weaker the Ghost Realm, after all...if it can’t even consume Life, how can the Ghost Realm develop?
Of course, this was just Li Yuan’s speculation.
Around Great Zhou, the terrain was also distinct.
To the south was the Sunset Rain Plain where Demon Beasts ran rampant, to the east was the mysterious East Sea, to the north was an endless expanse where no one had ever reached the end, and to the west was the barren and increasingly colder Snowfield...
This world had no North Pole or Antarctic; if there was, it would be the Western Pole...
He casually picked up a book called "Four Directions Travelogue."
The travelogue contained only a brief description of the Western Pole: A world of extreme cold in the west, with perpetual snow, no daylight, traveling further depletes strength, forcing a return while the road ahead remains far, yet leading to unknown destinations.
He then picked up a book called "Ice River Chronicles."
At the beginning of this book, the author declared his identity, he was a Sixth Grade Perfection disciple of the Divine Wood Hall, but unable to break through, he turned his life’s focus to exploration out of curiosity for this world.
The year of creation was more than three hundred sixty years ago when the Ghost Realms in the Central Plains were not yet so many, and the world wasn’t as dangerous.
This "Ice River Chronicles" records his own magical experience to the west.
The general content is: this Sixth Grade Martial Artist headed west, inadvertently fell into an ice river, and upon waking, found light and people around him, whose language was similar to Great Zhou’s but somewhat awkward.
When this Sixth Grade Martial Artist talked about the outside Great Zhou, these people seemed completely unaware of such a country outside.
As the Sixth Grade Martial Artist stayed here longer, he roughly understood this was a small tribe of over a thousand people.
He was also favored by a girl from the small tribe and asked to stay.
This Sixth Grade Martial Artist got along well with that girl, and they had offspring.
He called this tribe the Ice Race.
He also described some of his observations in the Ice Race.
The people of the Ice Race lived relying on "fire."
And the "fire" there was very different from the fire Martial Artists knew, a kind of fire that never extinguished for some unknown reason, providing warmth and the possibility of survival for the tribe people. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Reportedly, there was plenty of fire, so there were many tribes of Ice Race people like this one.
As for their purpose of "migration," it was for "food."
The source of food for the Ice Race was interesting.
Their food came from "digging."
In the Frozen Soil, there were numerous animals, fruits, and various foods found in the Human World; they would dig up these foods, then cook them over "fire" to eat.
According to the Martial Artist’s description, the taste was not bad, but thinking that these foods might have been frozen for hundreds or even thousands of years made him feel odd.
What astonished this Sixth Grade Martial Artist was that though he thought he’d be powerful here, under the extreme cold, his "Shadow Blood" seemed frozen, rendering it useless; relying on brute force alone, he couldn’t even outmatch the mother of his child.
Li Yuan looked on with interest.
He had read about "migrating nomadic tribes," but it was the first time he’d seen such "migrating meat-digging tribes"...
On the small Frozen Soil, they kept digging and digging, digging up food to roast and eat over fire.
This feeling was quite magical.
’Indeed, it’s a large force, with such rich heritage; the resources and information accumulated by predecessors of such a Sect are extremely rare...’
Li Yuan continued to turn the pages.
The Sixth Grade Martial Artist also described the culture of the Ice Race people.
This was their funerary culture.
No matter how the Ice Race people migrated, in their eyes, there was a sacred "Immortal Tomb."
This "Immortal Tomb" had no Divine Spirit or monsters, it was just cold enough, cold enough to freeze Souls.
At some point, the Ice Race people would choose to go to the "Immortal Tomb," and there they would open their bodies and let themselves freeze stiff in a comfortable posture.
Then, it is said, in this way, the Soul and the flesh can be perfectly preserved without destruction.
According to the Ice Race people’s prophecy, when the "sunshine reappears on the Eternal Night Permafrost," they will be awakened and gain new life in the future world.
The Sixth Grade Martial Artist from outside obviously could not accept such a culture.
Furthermore, as time went on, he could no longer stand such a world of ice and snow, with no sunlight.
