The two grabbed the vines and swung down the tree. Kahn pulled out Yasuo's long knife fixed by the vines and came to him.

"Don't move, I don't want to cut you down."

"I can't move even if I want to." Yasuo's depressed voice came from the gap between the vines, and Kasha was smirking from the side.

He was the most innocent one. He walked slowly but couldn't see what happened. He was caught by the vegetation wave as soon as he climbed up the mountain. He didn't even have time to use the sword technique of wind control, so how could he be so miserable?

Kahn pulled away the blindfold and used the void vision to distinguish the outline of Yasuo and the vine to avoid slashing Yasuo. Then he mobilized his magic power and waved the sword blade. Ordinary slashing not only cut off this vine, but also made the sword roll.

Swish, a strong wind blew everywhere, and pieces of vines were swept up high by the wind, falling like rain and snow.

"Your wind-controlling swordsmanship cannot learn the essence." Yasuo sat up, and the broken vines rolled down from him.

"It's so angry." Kahn said casually and returned the weapon to Yasuo.

Putting the sword into the scabbard, Yasuo looked down at the valley and frowned.

"The natural magic here has exploded. Be careful when using magic so as not to unexpected situations."

In this environment, the performance of magic often has an effect beyond expectations, and Kahn obviously attached magic to a sword for the first time. He might have cut Yasuo if he couldn't hold it back.

"What are those ring-shaped stonehenges that float? Why did the Vastaya destroy them?" Kahn asked.

"That thing is called Kunlong. It is a huge landmark, which contains ancient spells, which can regulate the natural magic of a land and open up the path to the spiritual realm." Yasuo said without hesitation: "I guess the Vastalians destroyed it, probably because local humans used Kunlong to bind and restrict the natural magic of this land."

"Limiting natural magic?" Kasha asked.

Yasuo pointed to the valley that was so prosperous that he had nowhere to stay and replied: "High-purity natural magic is also called wild magic, because it is wild and difficult to tame. You have also seen that humans cannot survive on a land filled with wild magic, so they need to control magic to transform the water and soil into a suitable level of habitability. The Vastaya people are half spiritual and half material, and cannot be nurtured in this environment, and the land must be transformed back."

"So the Vastayas destroyed Kunlong to breed offspring?"

"Maybe."

"We have seen some Vastaya tribes. The jungle they live in is not as full of magic as they do, but they can still have a normal child." Kahn did not agree with this statement because he saw the loopholes.

"There is such a thing?" As Yasuo knew, the birth of the Vastaya people has always been a problem, and the conditions are harsh, which is why there have never been large tribes among them, and the total number has been slowly decreasing.

"Have you heard of the Carnivorous Tribe?" Kahn said.

Yasuo shook his head: "There are many Vastalian races in Ionia, and some of them are so rare that they have never heard of them. However, according to this naming method, the carnivorous tribe you mentioned does not belong to Ionia."

Kshala, Flota... These are the names of the Vastaya tribes in the Ionia region, and they sound completely different from the Carnivorous Beast.

"Does there any spiritual trees and spirit stones in their tribe help to fertilize them?" Yasuo asked.

"No, this is a hunter tribe with the glory of hunting, full of beastliness."

"Vastaya of the Newborn Land does not advocate killing." Yasuo thought for a while: "Is their magic powerful?"

"They can hardly know magic, at least I have never seen them use it, but their flesh is very strong."

"I understand." Yasuo slowly took out the wine pot and drank it. After careful consideration, he explained: "Kan, the carnivorous beast tribe you mentioned must have gradually reduced the proportion of magic in your body in order to adapt to the local environment. All changes are to allow the race to perfunctorily continue."

"Well, they're doing well in the southern jungle." Kahn raised his eyebrows. The Crochetto Beast tribe has no natural enemies in that area, but the race has a high requirement for the tribe.

"The forest has calmed down, let's continue to rush. It's not far from the Palace of Eternal Residents." Yasuo closed the wine pot tightly. The wine was something that was hard to come by in the forest. There were still a few days left, and every bite was precious and needed to taste it slowly.

"You don't go to find an explanation for those Vastayas? You're all buried, it's not that we almost couldn't get out."

"Forget it, there is something more important to do now, as long as the person is fine. The other party should not have intentional intentions, so don't go to their territory to find trouble."

Kahn nodded, Yasuo didn't mind that he had nothing to say.

Then he noticed that Kasha expressed her thoughts on her face.

When he asked, he realized that Kasha was a little concerned about Kunlong's affairs.

They did not say goodbye to Arrelia when they left Precidian, and she seemed to be investigating the attacks in Vastaya everywhere, and she was trying to go back and tell Arrelia what she saw.

Kahn asked Kasha to give up this idea. First of all, doing this would have no benefit to them. Secondly, they lacked evidence and knew that everything was speculation from Yasuo.

Even if you want to help Arrilia, you will definitely figure out the cause and effect first and then let someone tell me.

The three of them bypassed the valley and continued to walk towards Shangzan.

...

A few days later, they walked out of the forest and threw the continuous mountains behind them.

A breeze blew across the plains, and Yasuo felt a sense of emotion. He picked up the shakuhachi who had been wearing it all the time around his waist, sat on a giant turtle rock and closed his eyes and played.

The two stopped, rested on the feet of the giant turtle rock, listening to the melodious melody in the wind, and snuggling together.

After the song, the two applauded.

"I didn't expect you to have a musical instrument." Kasha refreshed her impression of Yasuo. Before that, she only thought Yasuo was a ronin swordsman who could only reach out for wine.

"If a wanderer misses his homesickness, he will play a song and express his feelings to his voice." Yasuo opened his eyes and looked at the temple on the cliff in the distance, unable to look away for a long time.

The magnificent temple built in the mountain and opened among the cliffs is the sanctuary seeking revelation.

"I can hear the tension in your flute sound," Kahn said.

"You have good ears." Yasuo did not deny it either.

Yasuo wanted to ask Yongen's whereabouts from the Apocalypse. No matter what the other party became, at least he would have to meet him.

Where there are relatives, it is the hometown. But when you are close to the hometown, the closer you are to Yongen, the more nervous Yasuo becomes.

"Don't think too much, don't stop and let guilt catch up with you. Let's go, we will accompany you through the last journey."

Kahn threw the wine pot into the sky, Yasuo stared at it, jumped down the rock to catch it.

Just move forward and let the wind guide the direction.
Chapter completed!