The Spirit Silkworm Mountain was a well-known force for its Spirit Silkworm Art. It was rumored that a few thousand years ago, a cultivator dug it out from the Black Rock Ruins and established the Spirit Silkworm Mountain. The sect became stronger and stronger step by step and became one of the six blessed lands.
Legend had it that the Spirit Silkworm Art was mysterious and unpredictable. It could allow the cultivator to continuously transform between life and death. Each transformation was like a new life, obtaining stronger talent and skill.
It was also rumored that when the Spirit Silkworm Art was cultivated to the highest realm, one could undergo an ultimate transformation at the end of one's lifespan and live a second life.
Jiang Ming recalled the legend of the Spirit Silkworm Art, and he could not help but think it sounded familiar. However, it was not the time to think about it now, so he did not delve into it.
"They're going on an adventure?" He looked at the people walking down from the ship and was speechless.
How sneaky. They were too embarrassed to catch people in the city. Thus, they came to the wilderness to find cannon fodder. As expected of a blessed land, they really cared about their image.
There was no need to think about it. What were the natives captured here for? They were definitely used as scouts to explore the most dangerous places. They were pure cannon fodder. Perhaps when this trip ended, not a single one of them would be able to come out alive.
The two people who came down from the ship were both mid-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivators. Their movements were swift and fierce, and their eyes were predatory. They quickly tied up many of the native scavengers with magic ropes. One of them even found Jiang Ming and tied him up with a black rope.
"You're courting death. Don't blame me for this," Jiang Ming looked at the rope and muttered internally. However, he did not resist. He was tied up and carried to the magical ship with the other panicked natives.
Anyway, he was going to find a gap to enter. Now that he had a free ride inside, it would be a waste not to take it.
The group was thrown onto the deck at the stern of the ship. The ropes automatically dispersed. They then stood up in a daze and looked around.
"Don't even think about running away, or you'll die miserably. Be obedient, and maybe you'll have a chance to live." The two young cultivators spoke coldly and turned to leave, leaving behind a group of terrified natives.
The ship set off at the same time, continuing to pass through the clouds and mist, flying toward the depths of the forest.
Jiang Ming was mixed in the crowd, observing the situation on the ship.
On the deck, there were already many people standing in front of them. There were many martial artists among them. However, there were also many early-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivators mixed in. Their auras were varied, and they were obviously individual cultivators.
There were some attics in the middle and those standing on the deck in front were all people with strong auras. The lowest seemed to be late-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivators, and there were even Foundation Establishment Realm auras overflowing.
"My friends, don't be nervous!" A burly man led a group of people and walked in front of them. He smiled and said, "Are you all also residents of Xuanguang City?"
Jiang Ming followed a group of confused scavengers and quickly nodded in agreement. He asked the burly man what was going on.
"My name is Wei Shouguang. You can just call me Old Wei. Some of the elders in Xuanguang City might know me. I am also a native!" The burly man introduced himself and explained, "I'm in the same situation as all of you, I was also 'invited' to this ship by the immortal cultivators of Spirit Silkworm Mountain."
He sighed. "I won't hide it from everyone. According to my guess, these immortal cultivators are most likely using us as cannon fodder to explore the ruins. The death rate will be very high."
As soon as Wei Shouguang said this, the natives' expressions changed.
Wei Shouguang laughed and said, "Everyone, don't panic. I believe that you have some courage to come to this forest to scavenge for scraps. You are not cowards. This situation is naturally a deadly situation for us. However, it is useless to give up on ourselves. It is better to change our minds and band together. If we can survive this situation, it may be a great opportunity. Everyone must remember that these are ruins from ten thousand years ago, not the back garden of any sect. No matter how powerful the expedition team or the immortal cultivator is, it's impossible to be foolproof. Thus, don't panic."
The new natives were stunned for a moment, then their eyes flickered. They gradually calmed down.
Indeed, those who dared to scavenge for scraps in the ancient ruins were all taking risks. Wei Shouguang's simple words had awakened them.
It was useless to complain. It was better to think about how to survive in this situation.
Jiang Ming looked at Wei Shouguang and nodded secretly. This guy was really something. Not many people could survive for so long.
"Old Wei is right. Friends, there is no need to panic. Perhaps after we enter, we will die even earlier than you," a middle-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivator laughed and said. "We're all in the same boat; no one will be luckier than the other."
His words immediately caused a roar of laughter. The atmosphere on the deck eased a little, and everyone began to chat with each other.
Jiang Ming also understood that these cultivators were different from the natives who were captured. They were willing to join the exploration team of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain. The Spirit Silkworm Mountain might have had the intention of recruiting cannon fodder. However, these cultivators also wanted to use the powerful Spirit Silkworm Mountain to search for treasures in the ruins.
