Chapter Sixty-Two: An Era Beyond

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“Master Ya, are you referring to that Hero King, born at the end of the wilderness era, who single-handedly ended the chaos of tribal division and founded the vast Li Dynasty?”
“Yes.”
The handsome man nodded slightly.
“But that Hero King perished centuries ago; his remains were buried atop Tongmu Mountain, and over the ages have long since turned to dust. What connection could he possibly have to those pale monsters?”
The beautiful woman raised her brows, shaking her head. She truly couldn’t imagine any link between the two.
A man who has long since died—no matter how dazzling or extraordinary he was in life—what does it matter? In death, he is no different from all other living things, fading away into obscurity.
“To be precise, Master Ya must be referring to the blade known as Beast Fang that once belonged to Ancestor Chi!”
The white-haired elder seemed to have an epiphany.
“As expected of you, Ancient One—your learning is profound. You saw through my intentions at a glance. Indeed, I speak of the blade in Ancestor Chi’s hand.”
The handsome man neither affirmed nor denied, but it was clear this was what he meant.
That blade, named Beast Fang.
“It is said that Ancestor Chi was able to unite the tribes and even defeat the mighty Earth Tribe by the Li River, all thanks to that very blade.
Throughout, that weapon played an irreplaceable role.
Especially in the final battle—without the edge of Beast Fang, Ancestor Chi might not have bested the Earth Tribe’s chieftain.”
The white-haired elder spoke as if reciting cherished lore, these being tales from ancient history, so remote that not all knew them.
Legend has it the Earth Tribe’s chief was born amid celestial omens, grew to a mountainous size, with skin as tough as bark, and possessed divine strength and unimaginable prowess.
That battle was Ancestor Chi’s most arduous trial—he nearly lost his life, but thanks to Beast Fang, he turned defeat into victory at the last moment.
From this, one can see the terror of that legendary weapon.
“Beast Fang—the most mysterious weapon of the Li Dynasty. No one knows its true origin. All that’s known is that it possesses magical power, easily cleaving flesh and bringing death to the people…”
“However, that legendary weapon vanished with Ancestor Chi’s death centuries ago, and no word of it has since been heard.”
The white-haired elder frowned deeply, sighing with emotion.

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“As it happens, I happen to have that very weapon in my collection.”
As the elder’s voice fell, the handsome man smiled faintly and produced from his breast a dark gray bundle, roughly the size of a palm.
Unwrapping it revealed a pair of pitch-black, scythe-shaped horns.
In the flickering firelight, this oddly shaped weapon gleamed with a unique, cold radiance, like the depths of a thousand-foot icy lake.
The handle, stone-black, radiated a chilling aura; the blade’s edge, with its high, tempered line, seemed to gather a point of cold light that flowed ceaselessly, sharpening its deadly presence.
It was obvious—
This was no ordinary weapon.
“Master Ya, where did you acquire such a priceless artifact?!”
Nearby, the white-haired elder—referred to as Ancient One—hurriedly and carefully took it, examining it closely for a long time before reluctantly returning it.
He was one hundred percent certain—this was indeed Beast Fang, the personal weapon of Ancestor Chi.
Such a weapon was a product of nature itself, not forged by human hands. It could not be faked, nor even imitated in form, unlike the ordinary staff of a common soldier.
More importantly—
He could easily detect the thick, almost tangible scent of blood that clung to the blade.
This was the aroma that could only form after being soaked in fresh blood for countless years.
Ordinary men might not notice, but to those who cultivated the arts, it was unmistakable.
Throughout history, apart from Ancestor Chi’s own blade, he could think of no other weapon that could reach such a state.
“I truly don’t understand what is so special about this weapon, or how it connects to those pale monsters,” the beautiful woman said, still perplexed.
“Miss Ming, don’t you find the name of this weapon a bit strange?”
The handsome man countered.

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“Beast Fang—by its name, it suggests the tooth of some great beast.
We all know what a tooth is, but what kind of beast could this be? I doubt anyone through the ages has ever truly known.”
He spoke at length.
“But if its name exists, there must be a reason. I puzzled over it endlessly, yet could never unravel the mystery—
Until those monsters appeared. Then, suddenly, I understood.
The ‘beast’ must refer to a lifeform entirely different from our own kind. They are enormous, fierce, and cruel; both their claws and teeth are as deadly as weapons.
Consider these two points: don’t you think they resemble those pale monsters?”
The handsome man folded his arms, speaking unhurriedly. “I reflected on the teeth of those pale monsters—the largest of them is not unlike Beast Fang in size, if not in appearance. Thus, I am convinced they may, in fact, be the same thing.
In the tribal era, or perhaps even earlier, such pale and hideous monsters may have roamed these lands, only to be ultimately defeated by our people.
As for the differences, I suspect it is because Beast Fang once belonged to a particularly unique pale monster.”
“Master Ya speaks rightly—I have long thought the same,” the white-haired elder agreed.
“Though the tribal era and all that came before are shrouded in the mists of time, every mystery leaves traces. If we follow those threads, unraveling them one by one, we may discover even greater secrets.”
He nodded in approval at the young man’s words.
“You’re all quite clever—perhaps a bit too clever, making connections where none exist. Your logic is so convincing, one can’t help but believe it.”
Beyond the little world inside the fish tank—
Listening to the discussion among these tiny black dots, Fang Zhuowei couldn’t help but laugh.
If you only listened to them, you might think their reasoning flawless. But Fang Zhuowei was the creator, looking on with the eyes of God.
Stripping away all else, their logic was actually sound, but if you focused on the specifics, their guesses were so far off the mark they might as well be chasing shadows in a field of eggplants.
It wasn’t even a question of accuracy—their answers didn’t even address the real question at hand.