Chapter 1077: Going to Deep Gorge

An exquisite and magnificent octagonal pavilion was built on the narrow cape of Dafeng Bay, from which one can overlook the magnificent sea.

But at this moment, the afternoon sunlight was blocked by thick lead-gray clouds, and the boundary between the sea and the sky in the distance became a little blurred. The sea breeze mixed with fishy, salty and humid air blew over, and it seemed that a storm was coming.

A young man dressed in ancient Dashun costume walked into the pavilion. His long hair was tied into a bun with a jade hairpin inserted in it. His clothes were constantly blown by the wind. Behind him stood security personnel far away, and each of them had the emblem of the Yuanren Company on their collar badge.

He looked at the sea for a while, and then a message came from the interface: "Sir, the information has been set up, and we can only guarantee a stable call for three minutes."

The young man said, “Please bring it in.”

After a while, a noisy sound appeared in his world. After a few seconds, it became clearer and a deep voice came out, "Mr. Gao."

The young man said, "Mr. Xiang, I have received clear information that the target has left the delegation and is heading to a holy place of the First People. How are your preparations? When will you start?"

Mr. Xiang said, "Mr. Gao, I am accompanying my boss to negotiate with the Dashun delegation on the East Coast and I can't get away now.

and……"

"And what?"

Mr. Xiang said, "The boss seems to know something. I don't recommend taking action at this time."

The young man's expression was startled. "Are you sure?"

Mr. Xiang said: "It's just my personal feeling."

The young man walked forward a few steps, left the pavilion, and stood on the edge of the cliff. He looked at the surging sea water below and the waves crashing on the rocks. He was silent for a while, and said in an almost cold voice: "I hope you can get rid of him as soon as possible. No matter what method you use, I can give you what you want."

After Mr. Xiang heard what he said, he seemed to be thinking about something. After a long while, when the call time was about to end, he said, "Mr. Gao, I understand. Please wait for the news."

At this moment, communications within the West Coast Secret Operations Agency headquarters were extremely active, with telegrams being sent and received with local central cities at all times, and the most frequently involved location was Atahoka State.

Because the matter of Throat of the Protoss is very important, the Operations Agency has held several consecutive meetings on this matter, and finally sent the First Assistant Director Jonas Calloway to handle and be in charge of this matter.

In past experience, the sacred places of the first people often treasure ancient alien plants, some of which even include rare species left over from tens of thousands of years ago and have extremely high research value.

The primitive people have a unique and sophisticated cultivation method. Some of the plants they cultivate possess powerful divine powers. Studies have proven that some of the spirits that the primitive people believe in are originally these plants.

Of course, these are just the tip of the iceberg. From past experience, the value of some important treasures in the holy places of the First People is often beyond imagination, not to mention that the Throat of the Stars was once one of the most important holy places of the First People.

On an airship that flew urgently to Atahoka State, Jonas Calloway looked at the field screen in front of him. He exchanged information quickly and concisely with members of the local intelligence team.

Then he looked to the side and saw a strong young man wearing black-framed glasses on the screen. He asked, "Gaz, how are you doing there?"

The young man responded, "Master Bai Shi of Xin Xiang Liu has followed the Third Hunting Group south and should have arrived at Green Field by now."

"not enough!"

Carloway speaks quickly and forcefully, and likes to stare at the other person when he speaks, which gives people a great sense of oppression.

"This time, Dashun has a fighter at the Secret Palace level. I know him. This person has created miracles many times."

He picked up a document, "Here is another document that has been evaluated on him. Before he became a fighter, he had the world's top-tier fighting ability."

He glanced at everyone on the screen and said, "I want to ensure success." He added, "Gentlemen, headquarters has high expectations for this operation. As liaisons for branches in various continents, I hope you can play your role as well as possible."

The young man then said, "Sir, Iron Crow should have arrived, but he has a very high authority and we don't know his whereabouts right now."

Calloway said, “I contacted him, but…” He shook his head and said, “Not enough.”

At this time, the assistant came over and whispered something to him, and he temporarily stopped the field communication. The assistant said, "Sir, we have contacted the Giant God Plant Company. They are holding a board meeting and will give us a reply in two hours at the latest."

Calloway checked his watch and said quickly, "Wait for them two hours."

He turned on the screen and continued the meeting. Two hours later, Carloway received a document that the Secret Temple fighters of Giant God Company had already set off and would arrive in Atahoka in two days. He put it down after reading it, and said, "That's it." He said to the people on the screen, "Gentlemen, the meeting is over." After nodding, he decisively turned off the screen, went to the side to pour a glass of water, and told the assistant beside him to send a signal to Iron Crow, not to rush to take action, "Just keep an eye on their movements at any time."

"Okay, sir."

On the other side, Chen Chuan and his group left the hotel at around three in the morning and drove westward towards the Yinsha Mountains.

After several hours, they arrived at a small town. Since there was no road further down, he changed to the horses that he had reserved in advance and loaded the supplies onto the carriage.

These implanted horses are full of energy and are good at dealing with mountains and rugged terrain. They are the best partners in the wild. Each member of the team prepared two horses so that they can ride alternately to ensure a certain forward speed.

After getting ready, everyone continued on their way. It was just dawn and the sun had not yet completely risen overhead. The coolness of the early morning had not yet been dispelled. The soft light sprinkled on the vast grassland. A few egrets were strolling on the shallows of the wetland. When the wind blew, large tracts of grass waves rose and fell, and the air was filled with the scent of soil and grass.

Awan was riding a pony. As a beginner, even though he was not yet an adult, he was already an experienced rider.

At this moment, he looked at everything around him with curiosity, as if he could never see enough. He had never been so far away from home since he was a child, not to mention that this was where his ancestors lived.

He rode his horse, sometimes running in front, sometimes running behind, whistling from time to time, and seemed very excited.

After a while, he felt a little thirsty, so he leaned against his team and drank a sip of water. Looking at the Dashun security team members riding on horseback in front of him, he could feel the elite and murderous feeling. He wiped his mouth with his arm and said unconsciously: "It would be great if Dashun could help us take back the land."

The one-eyed elder looked at him and said earnestly: "Awan, 'A goshawk will not beg the wind for wings, and a hunter who relies on someone else's bow will never be able to shoot his prey.' What we need to do is to learn from the Dashun and then drive out the federals with our own strength."

Tahu said: "Yes, how can we expect others to protect our homeland? Even the closest friends cannot worship our ancestors on our behalf."

Awan nodded, and suddenly said, "It would be nice if Takoda was here."

Tahu snorted, revealing a look of disgust. "Don't mention this man. The tribe raised him and gave him the best, but he abandoned the tribe."

Although Awan didn't think that Takoda was right, he also didn't think that Takoda would abandon the tribe. It was just that the latter did not show up when the tribe was in the most dangerous time. Awan couldn't find any words to refute and could only sulk there.

At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the front, and then he saw the one-eyed elder getting off the horse, running excitedly towards a stone pillar carved with strange creatures, then kneeling down, chanting something, and worshiping there continuously.

After seeing it, Chen Chuan gestured and then stopped. He looked around and saw that it was an ancient stone pillar that seemed to be broken and collapsed.

The one-eyed elder and the primitive people who came behind him said a few words. They all showed excited expressions and knelt here. The former took out the spice bag he carried with him, poured some of the spices into the pit in front of the stone pillar, and lit the fire. After a while, a strange fragrance of smoke floated out.

Chen Chuan suddenly had a strange feeling at this moment. It seemed that the spirits of these people were connected to something at some point, and followed the guidance of the stone pillar into the earth.

His heart moved slightly. This might be related to the distribution of the great ceremony of the Throat of the Stars. After all, in ancient times, the entire Atahoka continent was regarded as the core area of the Isutar Dynasty and the main activity area of the Isutar people.

On the map he had, there was nothing here except a thin road. It seemed that it was the right decision to bring these beginners along this time.

This group of beginners were reciting something devoutly there. He did not urge them but waited patiently by their side.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the spices were completely burned to ashes, and the group of primitive people stood up one after another. They gradually recovered from their previous emotions.

The one-eyed elder came to Chen Chuan in person and explained the reason to him.

These are the pillars for worship set up by their ancestors. Each pillar represents the guidance of the ancestors. Worshiping the pillars can help them get closer to the ancestors' location more conveniently. If they encounter them on the road again, they hope they can be allowed to stop and worship.

Chen Chuan expressed his understanding, saying: "This time we are going to the holy land of your ancestors, and I respect your customs."

The one-eyed elder was very grateful. He thanked Chen Chuan and called on the people of Chu to get back on their horses and join the team to continue moving forward.

This time they didn't encounter any problems on the road, and they arrived at the foot of the Yinsha Mountains in the evening of the same day. The entire team set up camp in the wild.

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(End of this chapter)

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