Nightfall

Nothing Can Stop Us, Not Even Buddha

In the following days, the black horse-drawn carriage continued to encounter groups of grassland cavalries several more times while traveling across the wildness. Ning Que murdered two groups that had lesser people in cold blood. When using his binoculars, if he discovered that the enemy had more than 300 cavalries, he would not hesitate to slip away quietly, taking a detour around them.

In the Wilderness, the only possible explanation for an organized group of over 300 cavalries would be that they were either a squad of cavalry from the palace, or that they were the main cavalry force of a large tribe.

Even if Ning Que was confident in his abilities, he would rather not meet with the enemy head-on. One of the reasons being that his Big Black Horse was not armored. The bigger reason was that even if he became tremendously powerful after entering Knowing Destiny State, even if his body was ridiculously tough, even if he wielded his Psyche Power masterfully, he knew that he could not withstand endless waves of enemies that would come crashing against in.

Eventually, his Psyche Power would run out and he would become fatigued. If forced into that physical state after countless draining clashes with the enemy, there was nothing Ning Que could do after that point but die.

Thousands of years ago, the Desolate lost the war against the Tangs. Hence, according to the agreement they had, gave up the Wilderness and migrated to the Far North where the Cold Regions and Hot Seas are found. While people from the Central Plains could not adapt to life in the Wilderness so there was no migration en masse to the Wilderness left behind by the Desolates, the barbarians from the west came and filled that void. Over time, they became what was known now as the Barbarians of the Grassland.

Like stars in the sky, grassland tribes dot the vast lands north of the mainland. Due to the Min Mountain as well as natural geographical divides, they were split into three major palace factions. Among the three, the Golden Palace was the strongest while the Right King’s Palace was the weakest due to having a small population and the fact that its herdsmen were believers of the Buddhism Sect.

The cavalries encountered by Ning Que on the Wilderness plains were either from the Right King’s Palace or from tribes under the palace’s control. He already guessed that these Buddhism respecting barbarians received orders from Xuankong Temple.

The cavalry from the Right King’s Palace posed no real threat to the horse carriage, however, as they caught up, the several thousands of cavalry searching restlessly for them in the Wilderness would eventually slow down the carriage’s pace.

One day, when the black horse carriage passed by a large and baren rock that was crimson red in color which was cropping out of the ground, the normally cool Wilderness suddenly snowed. The flakes of snow drifted down like torn cotton. As they slowly and gently floated down, due to the low surface temperature, the red rock was rapidly painted white.

Out of nowhere, Sangsang took out a large white cloth and covered the exterior of the horse carriage with it. The leftover white cloth was cut into the shape of the Big Black Horse and the horse was dressed in white as well.

Looking at the carriage and horse wrapped in white, staring at its eyes that peer out from the slits in the cloth, Ning Que felt a moment of uneasiness. This scene before him that naturally looked evil somehow seemed familiar to him, as though he had seen it somewhere before, but he could not recall at the moment.

As the snow and wind gradually decreased visibility, the journey in the Wilderness became tougher. Ning Que steered the horse carriage around the large rock to somewhere that was slightly elevated but still very concealed for them to rest at. He took out his binoculars and stared out into the wilderness.