“Grandpa said that all things have spirits, that the human race of the Eight Desolations are all descendants of gods and demons, all sects tracing back to one source. Grandpa said, this is an opportunity you deserve, whether you can succeed or not, you have to try to find out.”

No matter how slim the chance, as long as there was even a sliver of hope, Ethan Brooks still felt some anticipation.

“Grandpa said that when he has time, he’ll talk to you about this himself. Don’t tell him I already told you.” Henry Clark, afraid of being scolded by Grandpa, gave Ethan Brooks an extra warning.

Chapter 006: Able to Cultivate Now

This world was filled with too much mystery, or rather, the six-armed giant demon traversed the void, bringing him to this domain, completely opening up a brand new space before Ethan Brooks’s eyes.

The giant demon called him an “ant,” and he knew he was nothing more than an ant.

Henry Clark was only fourteen, but already a head taller than him, had awakened his barbarian soul, and just entered the fourth level of the barbarian martial realm, yet his two arms had nearly a thousand jin of strength—something Ethan Brooks could never have imagined on Earth.

As for Nathan Reed and Samuel Clark, both upper-rank barbarian warriors of the Black Python Tribe, having cultivated to the blood-exchange and marrow-cleansing stage, a single punch could shatter a boulder the size of a hut, their power no less than a rocket, running through mountains and hills faster than wild horses. After tempering, their muscles, bones, and skin were as tough as an old bull’s hide, their bones comparable to refined iron, impervious to ordinary blades and spears.

In battle, upper-rank barbarian warriors were like alien beings.

Yet GrandpaEdward Clark said that even thirty or fifty Samuel Clark or Nathan Reed—such upper-rank barbarian warriors—might not be able to defeat a single Heaven Barbarian who had condensed true blood...

Crossing Mount Tu to the lands beyond the Western Wastes, or deep within the forbidden regions of the Western Wastes, there were countless powerful true cultivators with the power to split mountains and fill seas.

Having witnessed the heavenly might of purple lightning splitting countless mountain ridges into dust, Ethan Brooks absolutely believed that GrandpaWalter Clark’s words were not the least bit exaggerated.

Upper-rank barbarian warriors, comparable to aliens, under the heavenly might of purple lightning, before the six-armed giant demon—weren’t they still just ants?

He became even more aware that if he wanted to gain a foothold in this world, or even dream of learning to tear through the void like the giant demon or Dao Xu, to find a way back to Earth, learning the cultivation methods of this world was fundamental.

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For the next three days, the Black Python Tribe was busy preparing for the soul sacrifice.

In decades, the Black Python Tribe had only held a few soul sacrifices, so each one was extremely grand.

But for such a grand ceremony, ordinary people couldn’t help; only Nathan Reed, Samuel Clark, and a few other leader-level barbarian warriors were in charge of preparations. Strangely, the shaman Edward Clark disappeared for two days, and no one knew where he went.

Ethan Brooks stayed in the village to recover from his injuries and didn’t go out to gather herbs in the mountains. It wasn’t until the night before the grand ceremony that GrandpaEdward Clark hurriedly returned.

As soon as Edward Clark came back, he had Henry Clark call Ethan Brooks to the stone hall, and took out a tattered scroll carefully wrapped in animal hide from his robe:

“Barbarian martial cultivation relies mostly on daily hard training. In a thousand years of the Black Python Tribe, only three or five people have awakened their barbarian soul within three or five months. Nathan Reed and the others agreed to let you participate in the soul sacrifice, but you only have one night to comprehend, so you probably won’t gain much. This time, I went out and found an old friend, and exchanged for this remnant scroll from him…”

Only then did Ethan Brooks realize that GrandpaEdward Clark had gone out these two days to trade his private collection for a cultivation method for him. Grateful, he knelt down and choked out, “Grandpa…”

“Silly child…” Edward Clark stretched out a withered hand, thin as a bird’s claw, and gently patted Ethan Brooks’s shoulder.

Ethan Brooks calmed his emotions, sat upright on the straw mat, and took the remnant scroll handed over by GrandpaEdward Clark.

The cover’s writing was a bit blurred, but he could barely make out the four large characters “Dao Yun Can Jie” (Remnant Explanation of Dao Essence), and in the lower left corner, the five small characters “Written by Qingmu Daoren.” Opening to the first page, it read:

“Heaven’s marks and earth’s terrain, Dao essence formed by heaven, all things have spirits, contemplate and thus gain the method…”

Seeing this, Ethan Brooks’s still-turbulent heart was filled with joy.

Since arriving in this domain, he had been learning the barbarian script and pharmacology from GrandpaEdward Clark, always wanting to figure out the differences between this world and Earth.

Although the herbs in Mount Tu were vastly different from those on Earth, not a single one the same, when it came to pharmacology, there were still many similarities.

Now, seeing this passage in the remnant scroll, although he didn’t know how to interpret the eight characters “Heaven’s marks and earth’s terrain, Dao essence formed by heaven,” at its core, it was still the theory of “learning from heaven and earth.”

Ethan Brooks continued reading. In the scroll, Arthur Green not only recorded his many experiences traveling through Yunzhou, but mainly documented his discussions on cultivation with Yunzhou cultivators.

However, the explanations on cultivation were scattered, and Arthur Green himself didn’t think all his understandings were necessarily correct, so he specifically marked “Remnant Explanation” on the cover. But for Ethan Brooks, who had been desperately lacking an entry method for cultivation, this was already extremely precious.

He didn’t know how much of his private collection GrandpaEdward Clark had traded to his old friend Arthur Green to obtain this scroll.

Thinking of this, Ethan Brooks gratefully knelt down again.

“This Arthur Green is an old friend of mine. Thirty years ago, his cultivation had already reached the peak of the shaman barbarian realm. Although he traveled Yunzhou, he couldn’t break through that peak, but some of his experiences and insights are extremely valuable. He had no disciples, so he exchanged this scroll with me.”