Chapter One: Barbarian Heavens

  "Cheers!"

  "Cheers!"

  Before dawn, the mountain behind the ancestral ape tribe echoed with waves of low roars! In this endless darkness, it was like an ancient bell's Buddhist chant, dispersing the darkness before dawn.

  In the mountain clearing behind the village, a figure was practicing fist techniques in the night. His movements were thick and powerful, each punch producing a crisp crackling sound!

  When the night was mixed with a hazy light, I could see clearly that it was a 15 or 16-year-old boy. His face, which had been polished by the years, was covered with big drops of sweat. His complexion was pale but his expression was firm and resolute, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes shone brightly like stars! His body was thin as firewood, but his skeleton was unusually large.

  The young man's name was Man Tian, an ordinary member of the Yu Zu tribe without any ancestral god bloodline.

  In the early days of the barbaric era, many ethnic groups received heaven's favor and had powerful blood flowing through their veins. These ethnic groups with blood veins called themselves the Barbarian Tribe and considered themselves superior to humans! Relying on the powerful blood vein strength, the Barbarian Tribe dominated this land for countless years! Until the first generation of gods from various tribes fell one after another, the Barbarian Tribe's blood veins became increasingly turbid and diluted! As of today, although there are not a few people in the Barbarian Tribe who possess blood veins, the power contained in the blood veins is no longer what it used to be.

  Staring at the stone pillar, Mo Tian slowly swung out his right fist, feeling where the power of one punch came from. After a long silence, he murmured: "Does true strength really come from the bones? I don't have the blood of the tribe's gods in my body, and my muscles are withered, but can I still tap into the power of my bones as the beast skin said?"

  The barbarian tribe, at the age of 15, undergoes a tribal trial. If their bloodline awakens, they become a barbarian; if not, they are an ordinary person. Without the bloodline of the tribal god in their body, they are almost destined to be ordinary people! Under this sky and earth, countless people exhaust their lives' efforts but cannot escape this eternal law.

  "Bang!" Just as Mantian was slowly swinging out his right fist, feeling the source of power within him, a low rumbling sound of footsteps echoed in his ears. Upon hearing it, Mantian hastily withdrew his fist and headed down the mountain!

  "You're a barbarian, without the bloodline of the tribal god, it means you're an outcast! Of course, you can follow in your father's footsteps and be a blacksmith for the tribe for the rest of your life. Or, like your brother Mo Xiao, betray the tribe and head to the Eastern Domain to seek the way of cultivation. Maybe your luck will be better than your brother's and you won't die on the road!" Two figures emerged from the mountain path onto the empty platform, blocking Mo Tian's path, one of whom sneered at Mo Tian with a cold smile.

  Man Tian's heart ached, his sunken eyes filled with anger. Although he knew the two were intentionally provoking him and trying to enrage him, the person's last words still clouded Man Tian's mind. In a situation where he was at a disadvantage, Man Tian charged towards the speaker like a madman.

  A man with a tiger's back and bear's waist, strong and powerful, known as the Barbarian Warrior! Where is the emaciated Barbarian Heaven who can compare to him? At the moment when Barbarian Heaven pounced on him, this man coldly smiled, his body slightly tilted to resist Barbarian Heaven's attack. His massive right fist struck Barbarian Heaven's abdomen like lightning, causing Barbarian Heaven's body to bend into a shrimp shape and fly backward. Meanwhile, another man named Barbarian Shi appeared behind the flying Barbarian Heaven, lifting his foot to kick Barbarian Heaven's waist!

  "Aren't you going down the mountain? I'll send you on your way, roll down!" Mo Shi said with a cold smile. Mo Tian, who was flying upside down, was kicked out in an instant!

  "Crack!" A sound of bone fracture echoed beside Man Tian, intense pain swept through his entire body from the back, a powerful force sent him flying into the air, rolling over several times before plummeting downwards!

  His eyes gazed blankly into the dim sky, and as he felt the wind by his ears, he suddenly experienced the sensation of flying with the wind that was described in books. In this moment, the intense pain from the fracture in his spine seemed to disappear, and he became like a strong free spirit soaring through the air, releasing the emotions he had suppressed for so long.

  In an instant, the barbarian sky's gaze became bewildered.

  "Perhaps, if I hadn't gone after my brother that day, perhaps, if I hadn't eaten the fruit, then I would still be the hope of our tribe. But, has my brother really...?!" A sharp pain pierced through Man Tian's heart.

  Thoughts fell and flew back to five years ago.

  Five years ago, Man Tian was the pride of the Zu Yuan tribe, a renowned young genius within a hundred miles, possessing half-barbarian strength at just ten years old! He was the hope of the Zu Yuan tribe. The highly anticipated Man Tian experienced an earth-shattering reversal on that day five years ago.

  Man Tian still remembered that it was a month after the tribal trial that year! Brother Man Xiao, because he didn't have the blood of the tribe's god, struggled for a month and chose to leave the tribe on that night, heading to the Eastern Domain to seek the legendary Cultivation Method.

  The second day, Ban Tian, who had a deep affection for his brother since childhood, found out and ran out of the tribe like a madman, rushing forward in the direction he thought his brother might be. He hoped to catch up with his brother, Ban Xiao, but they were separated by several hours, and Ban Tian didn't even know which direction his brother had gone. However, the unbearable pain and reluctance in his heart drove him to keep running wildly without any clear direction.

  Finally, Man Tian ran into a forest with countless towering ancient trees, like giant dragons coiled around each other. The strange thing was that all these ancient trees were dead, and except for the huge branches of these dead trees, there was not a single blade of grass growing in the surrounding area, a desolate scene. Man Tian, immersed in his pain, did not notice the surroundings at all, and in his heart, he only had the urgent thought of chasing after his brother.

  When he no longer had the strength to run, he noticed the eerie surroundings, for running had exhausted all his physical strength, leaving him hungry and dizzy in that desolate forest searching for food.

  In the desolate forest, not a single blade of grass grew, and no fierce beasts lived. Where was there enough food to fill his belly? At the time when the barbarian sky was darkening due to hunger, he saw a small tree about half a zhang high with lush branches and leaves. Under the branches and leaves of this small tree, there was actually a fist-sized bright red fruit, emitting an enticing fragrance. The starving barbarian sky didn't think much and picked the fruit, swallowing it in big gulps. Before the barbarian sky could even taste the flavor of the fruit, he felt his vision go black and lost consciousness.

  When the barbarian sky woke up, he had been taken back to the ancestral ape tribe by his father and clan members. From then on, the barbarian sky was in a high fever, and within a month, the originally strong body of the barbarian sky also became thin and weak due to the torture of illness, and the half-barbarian power that looked down on the young people in the tribe also disappeared due to muscle atrophy.

  In order to save Mo Tian's body, the tribe leader and Mo Tian's father traveled all around the neighboring tribes, inviting a renowned doctor from the Baicao Tribe to treat him. After nearly a month of treatment, they were still unable to restore Mo Tian's innate divine power.

  Muscles have atrophied, strength has been exhausted, how can there still be the divine power of before?

  The ups and downs of life did not make him collapse or sink, but instead made him more determined and calm!

  In the following days, Man Tian practiced hard every day! He hoped to regain the power he once had.

  "Thud!" Heavily fell onto a large tree below, using the tree's buffering force to drop to the ground.

  "Has my backbone been broken? Is heaven going to take away my last hope? It seems that I am indeed a person abandoned by the gods." Man Tian's mouth, which was full of blood, slightly curled up, revealing a desolate smile. His gaze gradually became unfocused and he stared blankly at the clear sky above, slowly closing his eyes as two clear tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.

  At first, from that forest, there was also a beast skin full of ancient texts brought back together with Mo Tian. Father Mo Yong said that the beast skin was under the tree where Mo Tian fell, and he picked it up conveniently.

  After that awakening, Man Tian had studied the beast skin, but the text was too ancient and couldn't be understood. With a curious heart, Man Tian searched through the tribe's ancient books and translated the old texts on the beast skin word by word.

  "Power originates from the root, issues forth from the legs, stems from the bones, is tempered in the bones, and expands the power of the bones. Wherever it is directed, all will be swept away! The flow of energy within the bones, the boundless power..."

  There is no destruction more powerful than hope, a spark can set the prairie on fire. After suffering two blows, Mo Tian rekindled the flames of hope because of the words on the beast skin, he had no tribal god's bloodline, his muscles were withered, and all that was left was a skeleton thicker than ordinary people! Because of the words on the beast skin, Mo Tian felt the flow of air in his bones, hoping to one day unlock the power of his skeleton.

  At this time, a punch from the Barbarian Forest and a kick from the Barbarian Stone thoroughly shattered the last hope of the Barbarian Heaven! The spine was broken, which means that he will become a completely useless person.

  With a sense of unwillingness and desolation, Man Tian fell into a coma.

  In his coma, Mo Tian had many dreams. He dreamed of his brother Mo Xiao's safe return, and he dreamed that a warm current rose from his bones, flowing through his limbs and making him feel extremely comfortable. At this moment, he seemed to have felt the bone marrow meridian described on the beast skin.

  In the midst of his excitement, Mo Tian suddenly heard a sobbing and sighing sound, which made him feel as if he had returned to the days after his brother Mo Xiao left five years ago. Mo Tian's heart ached, and he suddenly opened his eyes, turned over, and sat up straight, seeing the plain woman crying by the bed, Mo Tian hoarsely said: "Mother!!"

  The sobbing woman heard the voice and hastily lifted her head, tearfully staring at the pale-faced Man Tian. After a brief moment of stunned silence, she was overjoyed to the point of tears and directly hugged Man Tian in her arms, bursting into sobs. The other burly men in the room also revealed joyful expressions. One of them quickly walked up to Man Tian, his copper bell-like eyes filled with bloodshot veins, his right hand covered in scars grasping Man Tian's right arm, saying in a deep voice: "Little Tian."

  Man Tian looked up at the worn and aged face, the eyebrows that were like ravines seemed to have added a few more wrinkles, feeling the concerned gaze and thick affection, Man Tian's nose turned sour, nodding: "Father, Xiao Tian is fine."

  At this moment, the door was suddenly opened and a tall figure over six feet walked in quickly. The man had a rough appearance, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, wearing animal skin. His eyes were fixed tightly on Mo Tian, whose face was pale and eyes sunken as if he was seriously ill. In a low voice, the man said: "Mo Tian! You're awake!"

  Man Tian looked up at the approaching person and squeezed out a smile: "Xiao Zhu!"

  The towering youth standing before him, who was significantly taller than his peers, was Mo Tian's only friend in the tribe, named Mo Zhu. Initially, Mo Zhu's strength wasn't much inferior to Mo Tian's. Moreover, after passing the tribal trial, Mo Zhu had awakened the bloodline of the tribal god, and with his excellent physique, his power surpassed that of his peers by several times.

  The patriarch of the Zu Yan tribe once boasted that one day, the Zu Yan tribe would rise to power, and it would be because of the strength of the Manchu people. Some even secretly referred to the Manchu as a minority group, the implications of which are clear.

  Childhood friends, one rose like a comet, the other fell into the abyss. The friendship between the two was forged in the past and did not become distant due to the lack of stimulation of the clan's bloodline, but instead became deeper.

  Staring at the barbarian pillar's eyes filled with anger, clenched fists, and sensing the faint yellow glow bursting from the beast skin on his body, the barbarian sky was stunned. The muscles burst forth with light, this is the symbol of a fifth-grade barbarian warrior!! In just one short year, the barbarian pillar has actually entered the ranks of a fifth-grade barbarian warrior!!

  The activation of the tribal bloodline within the body does not mean that there is no gap, and the quality and purity of the bloodline are the necessary factors that determine how far each barbarian can go! As a member of the tribe who awakened their bloodline last year, some people are still wandering around as first-rate barbarians, while others have reached the highest level of second-rate barbarians, aside from the barbarian pillar. This is the gap, the difference in quality.

  The seven boundaries of the Manchu are divided into seven products! The seventh product is the peak, and crossing the seventh product can enter a higher realm.

  Some people claim that at the rate of cultivation like Mo Zhu, within three years, he will inevitably enter the seventh rank of barbarian warrior! It's even possible to step into a higher realm! Of course, this is just a possibility. Mo Zhu can enter the fifth rank of barbarian warrior in one year, and it's possible that he can enter the seventh rank in three years, but whether he can smoothly enter a higher realm, no one can be sure.

  The Seventh Rank Barbarian means that one must complete a physical transformation. Generally speaking, this requires several years or even nearly ten years of bitter cultivation!

  Staring at the mighty pillar, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and his thick, calloused right hand landed on the shoulder of the mighty heaven. In a deep voice, he said, "It's all right." After finishing speaking, the mighty pillar turned around and left, his footsteps powerful and majestic, like a mountain moving. The mighty heaven watched him leave, feeling warmth in his heart. Through the door, he saw two figures kneeling on the ground outside. As soon as the mighty pillar walked out, he directly lifted his leg to kick them, and a thick voice followed: "If you dare to move a single hair of the mighty heaven, I will destroy both of you!!"

  Then, two miserable cries like killing pigs echoed through the small ancestral ape tribe.

  This is the barbarian in the heart of Han Li, this is the hot blood of Han Li, I hope everyone can like it, new book seeking collection.