Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1132 - 337: I’ve Never Seen a Saint?

While referencing it, Chen Yan also motioned towards the space above. “If such a thing isn’t overly taboo, it might be possible to veil it. However, if it’s excessively taboo, it will inevitably draw its attention.”

“Why are these historical accounts considered taboo by ‘it’? Why is there a need to conceal them, even obliterate them? I mean, why does ‘it’ prohibit the viewing of these histories, why prevent these matters from being unearthed?”

The elder shook his head, responding, “I am unaware.”

“Therefore, on this particular level, were there possibly historical records that were previously missing? Have you chanced upon those missing segments?”

“No, I have not encountered them either,” the elder replied, shaking his head again. “By the time I arrived in this place, the situation was already as it is now. The books recorded here are all complete, with nothing missing.”

Chen Yan fell into a contemplative silence.

Noticing the hot pot had reached a vigorous boil, the elder skillfully grasped his chopsticks, procured a slice of mutton, and immersed it in the bubbling broth, swirling it around. Once its color had shifted, he deftly retrieved it, dipped it into the accompanying sauce, and savored the bite.

A contented sigh escaped him as he chewed leisurely, his eyes half-closed.

“What do you surmise that history to be? Did it genuinely transpire? Where might its existence lie? Could it be… the ancient epochs of the Domain Realm?”

The elder didn’t offer an immediate reply. Instead, with unhurried movements, he swished another piece of meat in the pot before consuming it. He mumbled indistinctly between chews, “Ancient? That’s an intriguing way to phrase it. But perhaps it could be expressed differently?”

“In what manner?”

“For instance, the previous generation?”

Chen Yan’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Prehistoric?”

The elder’s eyes also sparkled. “Prehistoric? Now that’s an even more fascinating term.”

Chen Yan took a deep, steadying breath. “So, you too believe that this history did indeed exist – the prehistoric history of the Domain Realm? Before the emergence of all current civilizations within the Domain Realm, possibly an immense span of time ago, there existed a preceding generation of civilization, a prehistoric civilization?”

The elder chuckled softly. “I have entertained such thoughts, but without witnessing the conclusion, many aspects remain unconfirmed.”

After a brief pause, his tone shifted abruptly. “Alright, cease inquiring about that particular history with me, for what I have witnessed, you have also seen. I possess no greater knowledge than you do.”

“Then what should we discuss?” Chen Yan felt a pang of disappointment.

“For instance, let us converse about the history of the Black Wood Tribe.”

Chen Yan shook his head, his gaze drifting towards the singular small stone cabinet present on this level. “There is merely this, and not much is recorded within. What is there to expound upon?”

“You lack interest, is that it?” The elder directly addressed Chen Yan’s apparent waning enthusiasm.

Indeed, Chen Yan found his interest fading.

His disposition had always been such that when engrossed in one television series, he disliked engaging with another simultaneously, finding it difficult to shift his emotional focus. This was why, back when he was following “Thrones,” and classmates recommended “Shameless,” he refrained from starting it immediately, choosing instead to wait until “Thrones” had concluded before beginning “Shameless.”

“The history of the Black Wood Tribe holds significant importance for the Ghost Race. The Black Wood Tribe stands as the precursor to the Ghost Race, representing the most ancient tribe among the Southern Border Mountain People! It was also counted among the initial eighteen tribes during the inception of the Ghost Race.”

As he spoke, the elder observed Chen Yan closely. “Do you comprehend, from the genesis of the Ghost Race until the present day, how many so-called eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race have there been?”

This question struck Chen Yan as peculiar. He instinctively considered, eighteen tribes, surely it should simply be eighteen... Hmm? No, that wasn’t the intended meaning.

Chen Yan’s perception swiftly aligned with the elder’s underlying implication.

In ancient times, the original eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race had evolved over the passage of years. Many of those initial eighteen tribes had since perished, subsequently being supplanted by new tribes. This demise occurred in various ways: some tribes dwindled due to internal decay, were defeated or even absorbed by other tribes, while others, through their own malevolent actions and defiance of the Ghost Race’s established rules—even going so far as to offend and betray the ancestors of the Ghost Race—were collectively annihilated by other tribes.

“Across the entirety of the Ghost Race’s history, from its creation to the present, the designation of ‘eighteen tribes’ has, in reality, encompassed over ninety distinct tribal entities. However, within this vast number, only four positions have remained immutable. These four tribes have persisted without fail since the very founding of the Ghost Race, never succumbing to oblivion, and have consistently maintained their status as one of the eighteen tribes, right up to this very day! Furthermore, these four tribes also hold the highest ranking amongst all eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race, possessing the most venerable histories.”

Understood. If it were the Five Constants… Hmm, perhaps more accurately, the Four Constants?

Chen Yan gave a slight nod.

“However, even among these four esteemed tribes, the Black Wood Tribe commands the most elevated standing.”

Let me tell you plainly, out of the eighteen tribes of the entire Ghost Race, the Ghost Race boasts the most ancient and venerable history!

Within the entirety of the Southern Border Mountain People Tribes, it is highly probable that the Black Wood Tribe is the progenitor of all mountain people tribes.

This is because the genesis of the entire Southern Border Mountain People Tribes, this very ethnic group, is situated precisely at the base of the Black Wood Tribe’s Black Mountain!

This Black Mountain serves fundamentally as the ancestral land for both the Ghost Race and the Southern Border Mountain People.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan could not help but inquire, "So, judging by this, it seems the Black Wood Tribe is..."

The elder’s expression turned solemn, "Specifically tasked with safeguarding this ethnic group’s ancestral land. They are the Ancestral Land Guardian Tribe."

After a moment of contemplation, he slowly elaborated, "Since the establishment of the Ghost Race until the present day, more than half of the Ghost Race tribal chiefs from the eighteen tribes have originated from the Black Wood Tribe! The collective number of chiefs from the other seventeen tribes cannot match the count from just the Black Wood Tribe alone!

One could assert that if the ancestor were not to manage affairs directly, then any Ghost Race chieftain, without the backing of the Black Wood Tribe, would find their position unstable and their authority impossible to enforce."

Chen Yan pondered this for a moment, a frown creasing his brow, "So, this instance of the East Sea coming to purge the Black Wood Tribe’s upper echelons is because the Black Wood Tribe’s influence has grown too substantial, their influence too pervasive, and the ancestor wishes to curb their power?"

Hearing this, the old man’s eyes widened dramatically, "How could you possibly entertain such an ignorant and preposterous notion?"

He then scoffed, "Significant authority, too pervasive an influence? Such concerns are for ordinary sects or mundane powers.

But what is the ancestor? The ancestor represents the heavens, the ancestor is a deity! You have not witnessed a Saint, thus you cannot comprehend..."

Chen Yan smirked, inwardly grumbling: Haven't seen a Saint?

To reveal this would likely shock you—I lived alongside a Saint from childhood right up until before college!

Just moments before stepping into this so-called 'Library,' I was engaged in casual conversation and laughter with that very 'Hundred-Year-old Venerable'!

And they claim I haven't seen a Saint?

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