Chapter 9: Racial Divine Realm

“You…, who are you?”

Urbato gripped the sharp heavy sword in his hand tightly and looked nervously at Hu Feng’s back. The few female Magicians behind him also held their weapons tightly, each one more nervous than the other. Although they could not feel any fluctuation of Magic Power in Hu Feng’s body, meeting such a person suddenly in a gloomy ancient city was truly creepy.

“Who am I, who am I?”

Hu Feng turned around, mumbling to himself, and looked blankly at the several uninvited guests. “Long years have passed in a flash. I don’t know who I am, nor what kind of person I am. I only remember that a long, long time ago, I walked every inch of land on the Wasteland, spreading the light of the Divine. At that time, it seems…, it seems someone called me Hu Feng. Later, I was captured here by a Lich and imprisoned for who knows how many years; I can’t remember many things, and my body is getting worse and worse. Now that I am free, I don’t even have the strength to walk out of this Wasteland!”

Hu Feng looked bewildered and rubbed his temples hard from time to time, like a lost wanderer who had lost his memory.

“Are you a Missionary?” Ophelia, dressed in white, lit up and looked excitedly at Hu Feng, whose face was full of vicissitudes.

For thousands of years, in order to turn the huge population on the Wasteland into believers, the Divine Court had sent countless Missionaries. Except for a very few who returned in triumph, the vast majority disappeared without a trace and were respected by the believers.

“It seems so, but strictly speaking, it seems I should be a Bard!”

Hu Feng pretended to fumble around on his body, secretly took out a book from the Dark Ring, and shook his head while reciting a few verses that no one knew the meaning of. As he recited, he used the Dark Magic Pen to draw seriously. Seeing that he posed no threat, the people immediately relaxed and sized up the majestic hall. They were a little surprised to see the cherry blossoms blooming on the table.

“These are cherry blossoms picked from the Wasteland outside the castle. A long, long time ago, I knew a beautiful and kind girl. She liked cherry blossoms very much and said that when the cherry blossoms bloomed every year, she would wait for me under the cherry blossom tree in her hometown!” Hu Feng said in a low voice, continuing slowly: “More than ten years have passed, and I wandered on the Wasteland like a ghost, imprisoned in this abandoned castle; after a serious illness, I have forgotten the girl’s name. I only remember that there was once a girl who liked cherry blossoms waiting for me outside the Wasteland!”

Hu Feng’s face was full of vicissitudes, as if he remembered a dusty past. The identity of a Missionary, the appearance of being down and out, and a beautiful and sad love story moved the several female Magicians to the point where their eyes turned red.

Not to mention the few students who had not experienced much, even Ophelia, a teacher from the Monastery, was moved to the point where her eyes turned red. No one knew better than her how much price the many devout Missionaries had paid for the sake of preaching. Only Urbato, the warrior with a cold and proud look, did not care. He walked around in the hall, trying to find a few treasures.

“Huh, Teacher Ophelia, look, what text is carved on this stone tablet?” After walking around once, Urbato did not find any treasures, but accidentally discovered that the stone tablet behind Hu Feng was carved with strange square characters. A cry of surprise attracted everyone over.

“Divine Language, my God…”

“That’s right, this is the Divine Language handed down from the Racial Divine Realm of our Human Race, which only top Diviners can understand.”

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The few Demon Hunters were shocked and horrified, and Hu Feng could not help but open his eyes wide in surprise. He never thought that the names of a few famous actresses he carved at random would become the so-called Divine Language in the eyes of the few Demon Hunters. Ovisis left behind only a small part of memory fragments before his death, and searching through his memory, he still could not understand what the Racial Divine Realm was.

“Hu Feng, where did this stone tablet come from?” Urbato, who was eager for treasure, looked at Hu Feng excitedly.

“This is just an ordinary stone tablet. The words on it are just some names I wrote casually a few days ago!” Hu Feng told the truth, which shocked the few excited Demon Hunters again.

“What, these…, these words were written by you?” Ophelia stared with disbelief.

What is the Divine Language?

As the name implies, it is the text left by the ancient Divine Race. The Atlanta Plane where the Dallas Continent is located is known as the origin place of every race. Each race has its own Racial Divine Realm, which nurtures the life essence of a race, and the Human Race is no exception.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the Human Race occupied most of the land in the Atlanta Plane and created a glorious history. The ones guarding the ancient Racial Divine Realm were the powerful ancient Divine Race, who could destroy a Plane with a snap of their fingers. Their combat power was extremely terrifying. Later, for some unknown reason, the ancient Divine Race and the Racial Divine Realm suddenly disappeared together. The power of the Human Race went downhill, and then the Titan, Angel, Ghost Race, and Undead rose up.

The powerful ancient Divine Race had disappeared for millions of years. Even the top Diviners who had practiced for tens of thousands of years could only barely read a few individual words left by the ancient Divine Race. Suddenly hearing Hu Feng say that he could write the Divine Language, everyone found it incredible!

“I am not clear about what is going on with the Divine Language, but the words on the stone tablet were indeed written by me. A long, long time ago, while wandering on the Wasteland, I accidentally entered a strange place once. My consciousness was blurry like a dream. It seemed that I lived there for a few days, or maybe for a few hundred years, and many unfamiliar memories appeared in my mind!” Hu Feng looked full of vicissitudes, pretending to recall. After a pause, he continued: “The words on the stone tablet are the names of some female warriors in that place.”

“Heavens, could it be…, could it be that you accidentally entered the Racial Divine Realm?” A female Magician stared wide-eyed, extremely excited, “Hu Feng, how terrifying is the combat power of these female warriors recorded on the stone tablet? Is every one of them stepped into the legendary Divine Domain?”

“Powerful, very powerful. What they practiced is not Magic, but powerful Innate Divine Ability. Their bodies are their greatest weapons. Even a Stronger who has practiced to the Divine Domain Peak is vulnerable to their Innate Divine Ability!” Hu Feng looked calm, fumbled on his body for a while, and took out a few crumpled booklets. “These are some Cultivation methods I wrote down from memory after I left that place back then. If you want them, take them!”

“Ancient Spell, my God, this is the ultimate magic Earth-Shaking!”

“Did I see it wrong, the Wind Element Forbidden Spell Wind Wave Blade?”

……

The few female Magicians could not wait to take the booklets from Hu Feng’s hands. When they opened them, they screamed loudly in excitement. Only Urbato, who had been acting cool, was very depressed. All the Cultivation methods were for Magicians, and there was not a single Cultivation method for Dou Qi. Originally, everyone did not believe Hu Feng’s nonsense, but looking at the ancient long-lost ancient spells, they had to believe it was true.

“Hu Feng, is there really not a single Cultivation method for Dou Qi?” Urbato did not give up. After holding it in for a while, he had to lower his status to ask Hu Feng.

“There is one. There happens to be a Cultivation method for a Holy Knight. However, a while ago, I don’t know if I ate something wrong. When I had a stomachache, I couldn’t find toilet paper in time, so I had to tear out that Cultivation method to wipe my butt.” Hu Feng sighed, fumbled on his body for a long time, and took out a few pieces of crumpled yellow paper. “These few cleaner ones are still kept for backup, but if you really need them, then take them!”

A priceless Holy Knight Cultivation method was actually used to wipe his butt?

Idiot, what an idiot!

Looking at Hu Feng who seemed to have lost his memory, Urbato almost went crazy, wishing he could chop off his butt with a sword. A Cultivation method handed down from the ancient Divine Race, which couldn’t be bought even with money, and this guy actually used it to wipe his butt. What kind of idiot is this?