Dragon's Origin

In the dense jungle, a foot stretched out from the bushes, moving forward. Unaware that the seemingly solid clump of grass beneath was actually hollow, the foot suddenly lost its footing, and the body lurched forward uncontrollably.

In the nick of time, someone behind swiftly reached out, grabbing the collar of their companion and yanking them back, regardless of the elegance of the move, prioritizing saving them.

嗖, A short blade flew out diagonally, accurately striking a fist-sized green ball that had sprung from beneath the clump of grass. *Chih*, it pinned the green ball, to a nearby tree root.

The two people in front stared at the fist-sized spider, still writhing even after being pierced by the short blade. The large, sharp chelicerae, each the size of an adult fingernail, sent cold sweat streaming down their faces.

Those further behind also witnessed this scene. Though they weren't as close to the spider, as close to death, they were still thoroughly frightened.

The Thousand Desolation Lands truly lived up to their name; death lurked at every turn. One moment of carelessness could mean the end. Just taking the current situation, in just over a day since entering the Thousand Desolation Lands, similar scenes had occurred at least four times, with at least four people narrowly escaping death.

The one who threw the short blade was naturally Wang Sheng. He possessed far more jungle experience than anyone else, coupled with the early warning from the fighting awareness little man. Basically, any crisis that could threaten his life could be detected by Wang Sheng a step in advance.

Seeing that the fist-sized green spider was slowly ceasing to struggle, the third person behind was about to step forward to collect the spider's corpse, but Wang Sheng suddenly reached out to stop him: "Don't go over there! Shoot another arrow!"

At this time, Wang Sheng's words were like golden rules. The one skilled in archery didn't hesitate to take out a bow and arrow from his storage ring, nocked the arrow, drew the bow, and shot at the already dead spider.

*Chih*! The arrow, carrying tremendous kinetic energy, penetrated the green spider's corpse, carrying out a clump of green liquid and embedding itself deeply into the tree root behind.

Strangely, the green spider, which everyone thought was dead, actually began to move again at this moment. However, because it was pierced and pinned down by the short blade and arrow, it could only futilely wiggle its eight slender green legs.

Everyone watched clearly. Because the arrow passed through near the spider's head, its two sharp chelicerae actually bit directly into the arrow shaft. At the same time, a mass of white silk spewed out from the fat belly, firmly sticking the bushes below together.

Everyone gasped. This was just a spider, yet it could play dead? Was it really necessary to be so exaggerated? Some insects habitually play dead, but that's when they're frightened, not when their body is pierced by a one-inch wide blade!

This time, Wang Sheng didn't stop anyone from collecting the spider's corpse. The spider was completely dead. The person whose turn it was carefully placed the spider's corpse into a jade box, stored it in his storage ring, and then wiped Wang Sheng's short blade clean before returning it to Wang Sheng.

This short blade was the reward Wang Sheng received from the Worry-Free City assassin hall after killing Dai Wuji. Sister Rose personally delivered it to him. Its name was quite peculiar, simply called "Foot and a Half." But in the ears of many cultivators, it was a famous blade, yet now, this famous blade was merely Wang Sheng's machete.

The team continued to move forward, Wang Sheng would always change direction at some strange moment or location. Even though there was an open space ahead, with no visible dangers, Wang Sheng insisted on avoiding such easy passages, choosing to go around through a dense forest. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was deliberately leading everyone in circles.

This was easily understood, and no one in the team had any objections. If anyone knew a secret passage in and out of the Thousand Desolation Lands, they wouldn't easily tell anyone. They would definitely lay down a smokescreen along the way, randomly turning a few circles to confuse everyone before taking the correct path.

Wang Sheng wouldn't explain anything to them. Before setting off, Wang Sheng had told them that he wouldn't explain. Everyone knew the rules and didn't ask, knowing that Wang Sheng wouldn't answer even if they did ask. However, this didn't mean they couldn't do anything.

Several people were attentive, constantly recording the route Wang Sheng took, occasionally using various conditions to judge direction, noting the depth of penetration, and mentally drawing a route map.

All kinds of talents could be found in the various families, so this wasn't unusual. Knowing that Wang Sheng would definitely expose a route when taking everyone in and out of the Thousand Desolation Lands, it would be strange if the families didn't send some capable people to remember it.

Wang Sheng didn't care. He didn't have too much purpose for this trip anyway. At most, he would follow the records of the Old Lord Temple, go to the original territory of the Red Bear Hall closest to Worry-Free City, and then return, without revealing too many secrets.

Letting them record was actually a big pit that Wang Sheng was digging for the various forces. Wang Sheng wanted to explore the Thousand Desolation Lands, but he couldn't explore it all in a lifetime alone. The various forces had money and manpower, wouldn't it be perfect for them to be at the front of Wang Sheng?

There were two who thought they were clever, secretly leaving marks behind when they were responsible for guarding the rear. However, although their cultivation was high, they were amateurish enough when doing this kind of thing. Wang Sheng was too lazy to criticize their clumsy techniques that they were so proud of.

What were they leaving marks for? There were only a few purposes, either they wanted to follow the marks in next time, or they wanted to guide the people following behind. Since someone could carefully record the route, then those who left marks were obviously not stupid enough to wait until next time to come in, they must have left them for the people behind.

Wang Sheng found it amusing. Some guys always had some strange ideas, as if they would lose something if they didn't send someone in to follow them. Little did they know that the route Wang Sheng chose was simply a route that avoided those fierce demon beasts at all times.

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But demon beasts were alive, they might be here now, but not necessarily next time. It might be safe here now, but it might not be safe after a while. Without knowing the secrets within, they wouldn't even know how they died.

Advancing all the way, with several close calls, the group finally reached a river. Everyone firmly remembered Wang Sheng's words, never easily drink the water of the Thousand Desolation Lands, let alone easily jump into the water of the Thousand Desolation Lands, and even avoid approaching the water's edge as much as possible.

But at this moment, Wang Sheng suddenly shouted at everyone in a low voice: "Don't stay on the ground! Hurry!" Then he took the lead and jumped into the seemingly calm river beside him.