Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1287 - 1222: Deep Within the Bamboo Grove

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?" At this moment, a tender voice came from inside the house.

Then a little girl came to the front of the old man at the door, hugged his arm, tilted her head, and curiously looked at Huang Yi outside the door.

The old man gently stroked the little girl’s head and said, "This big brother just arrived here. Why don’t you take him for a tour?"

"Okay!" The little girl nodded obediently, walked out of the house, came up to Huang Yi, and proactively took his hand. Looking up at him with a smile as bright as a flower, she said, "Big brother, shall I take you around here?"

"Sure! Thank you!" Huang Yi patted her little head.

Next, the little girl led Huang Yi forward.

The yellow dog lying at the door also got up, stretched lazily, and then wagged its tail as it followed them.

As Huang Yi walked, he furrowed his brows, pondering a way to extricate himself. But after thinking for a while, he still had no clue and decided not to dwell on it any longer.

He looked down at the little girl and asked, "What’s your name?"

"I’m called Shui Yue!" the little girl said lively, swinging her hand high as she walked, her bright eyes filled with spiritual energy, looking around curiously.

Soon, the little girl brought Huang Yi to a small stream. The stream was somewhat deep, and several little fish swam leisurely in it.

The little girl looked up at Huang Yi and said, "I’m too small, I can’t get across!"

Huang Yi smiled, stepped into the stream, picked up the little girl, carried her across, and set her on the opposite bank.

The yellow dog also jumped into the stream, paddling through the water to reach the other side.

On the other side of the stream was another bamboo forest, countless bamboo leaves rustling in the fresh breeze like a symphony of nature.

In the bamboo forest, a few deer were seen grazing on some red berries. The little girl, seeing them, clapped her hands with joy, jumping over to them, gently touching their heads, yet the deer neither flinched nor moved, continuing to eat the berries.

Thus, the little girl played as she led Huang Yi all around the island. In the bamboo forest, Huang Yi saw many scattered village houses, with villagers living leisurely there, walking and speaking slowly. It seemed the people and animals there had all forgotten the passage of time.

Gradually, the little girl led Huang Yi to the end of the bamboo forest, where the bamboos were particularly tall and lush, blocking the sunlight, and the forest exuded a creepy sense.

In that eerie grove, a thatched shrine could be vaguely seen, the roof already covered in moss, suggesting it was rarely visited.

"What’s that place?" Huang Yi asked, pointing at the shrine.

"That’s the ancestral hall! Every year during the sacrificial festival, grandpa brings delicious food here to honor our ancestors!" the little girl said naively.

"Take me there, please!" Huang Yi said thoughtfully.

"Okay!" The little girl led Huang Yi into the shrine, shaking his hand as they walked.

Inside the shrine, it was even darker. In the center stood a statue with various shamanic talisman papers and other tools posted around it.

The statue was of a robust primitive man, with dense hair, draped in animal skin, holding an ancient stone spear marked with cracks.

He exuded a primitive and barbaric aura, as if he were a chieftain of a primitive tribe, leading his people to cultivate the land, cutting through the thorns and educating the masses.

"Hmm? That spear..." At this moment, Huang Yi’s gaze was fixed on the spear held by the statue.

The stone spear’s appearance was exactly the same as the Sky-Splitting Spear of the Heavenly Dao, even the position of the cracks was identical!

Could it be that this spear was carved in the shape of the Sky-Splitting Spear?

Could it be that the statue holding the Sky-Splitting Spear is the legendary first God Sealer of The Second World—Barbarian God·Lietian?

"Shui Yue, who is this statue? What’s its name?" Huang Yi quickly asked the little girl.

"I don’t know!" the little girl shook her head, "Grandpa says the statue is the master of the Barbaric Turtle and also our ancestor."

Huang Yi stared at the statue for a long time, finally tightened his grip on the little girl’s hand, and said, "Let’s go! We’ll head back."

They then retraced their steps back to the old man’s residence.

By now, the sun was setting, casting golden rays slanting across the small island.

The old man was still sitting on the chair at the door, holding a bamboo pipe, smoking an old-fashioned tobacco.

Upon seeing the old man again, Huang Yi got straight to the point and asked, "Is your ancestor the Barbarian God·Lietian?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the old man’s eyes. He took the pipe out of his mouth and said, "I don’t know. It’s so long ago, we’ve forgotten our ancestor’s name. We only know that he was a mighty figure."

Huang Yi explained, "I visited your ancestral hall and saw that statue. The spear in the statue’s hand is exactly like the divine artifact of Barbarian God·Lietian."

"That I don’t know. Our history was passed down orally by our ancestors generation after generation, and much of it has been lost over time," the old man said, shaking his head.

Huang Yi thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any relics left by your ancestor? Could I see them?"

The old man took a deep puff of his pipe and said, "Maybe. The ancient items left by our ancestors are piled up in a loft, but by now, we can’t distinguish their origins or know if something left by that person is among them."

"Can you take me to see it? I might be able to identify it!" Huang Yi pleaded.

"Go there yourself, then! The loft is in the west. Just keep walking, and you’ll see it!" The old man pointed towards the west with his pipe.

"Thank you!" Huang Yi nodded and quickly headed west.

After passing through another bamboo forest, Huang Yi finally saw a house made of mud bricks.

This house was also covered in moss, its door ajar and unlocked, as if they never considered theft.

Huang Yi pushed the door open and went inside, climbing a flight of stairs inside the house to reach its loft.

This loft had a musty old smell, with various items piled up haphazardly, covered in a layer of dust.

The items were all ancient, nearly devoid of metallic materials, consisting entirely of pottery, stone, and wood artifacts from extremely ancient times.

He used his treasure-sniffing ability to carefully perceive all the items in the room.

However, the treasure-sniffing ability didn’t detect any items emitting treasure light!

There were no treasures in this loft! Over the long years, they had lost their magical powers, leaving behind only empty shells.

Huang Yi considered this and decided to use another ability to discern them!