Spring has arrived, and the northern grasslands will no longer see the snowy scene, but instead look vibrant.

The tender green of the grassland is refreshing, and the transparent and clear river flows through the meadow, making the winding and winding twists and turns.

The white clouds hang low in the sky, as if the sky is within reach.

But for some reason, on the way back, Yan Liuyuan always felt that the sky was also gloomy and the dark clouds never dissipated.

Until the moment he saw Sister Xiaoyu, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly disappeared, the sky light rushed straight to the earth through the dark clouds, and the abyss was also illuminated.

When Sister Xiaoyu saw Yan Liuyuan, she felt that the other person seemed to have changed, but when the other person saw her, she immediately changed back.

For Yan Liuyuan, Sister Xiaoyu is like a solid anchor. As long as this anchor is still there, he will not be lost in the deep sea.

In front of Sister Xiaoyu, he is no longer a god, nor a young hero on the grassland, but just Yan Liuyuan.

"Sister Xiaoyu, my brother is still alive," Yan Liuyuan whispered softly in the royal court tent.

Sister Xiaoyu, who was sewing clothes for Yan Liuyuan, suddenly froze. She turned to look at Yan Liuyuan: "Where is he...he?"

Yan Liuyuan took off his black face armor from his cheek and said, "But I didn't go to find him."

There were only two of them in the royal court's tent. Sister Xiaoyu saw a hint of sadness in Yan Liuyuan's expression, and she said, "Is it because of fear?"

Yan Liuyuan suddenly said something else: "Sister, you know my abilities. Every time I used it, there would be a backlash."

Sister Xiaoyu said with a gentle expression: "The first time I discovered your ability was when your brother's whole body was broken. At that time, we were held hostage by the Li army to work. You fell every day and made yourself bruised and swollen, and those who had been cursed by you all fell to death."

"Well," Yan Liuyuan nodded: "That curse backlash is very simple. If I curse something, the corresponding backlash will come to me. But it has been different since the Battle of the River Valley. The earth is constantly cracking, and the cracks on the ground continue to spread to the distance, but I have not suffered any backlash. The cracked earth is like opening the shackles on my own body. Every time I use it, the shackles will be opened some more."

After hearing this, Sister Xiaoyu did not rush to respond, but listened to Yan Liuyuan continue to say in silence.

Yan Liuyuan said: "The crack in the shackles is like a crack in the abyss, constantly expanding. I feel as if some will is calling me to make me a part of that will. No, to be more precise, it is to replace the huge will. Only when I come back to you will I feel that the crack is slowly closed, and I will have more...human feelings again."

"Liuyuan, you have unified the grassland. Don't use your abilities anymore," Sister Xiaoyu sat opposite Yan Liuyuan and said softly.

"Well, I will try my best to restrain myself," Yan Liuyuan agreed.

"Then what are your plans in the future," asked Sister Xiaoyu.

Yan Liuyuan was silent for a long time: "This time he went south, thousands of people died innocently in the massacre of the city. Some women were humiliated because of Qiu Dun's tribe. I don't know how to face him, I don't know how to tell him that his closest brother has become the person he hates the most."

"But you know, although he hopes you are a good person, he will never abandon you because of this kind of thing. Have you ever thought about how hard he has been looking for you now? You know your brother's personality. If he doesn't see you every day, he will continue to look for you every day until he dies," said Sister Xiaoyu.

Yan Liuyuan stopped talking.

At this time, Sister Xiaoyu looked at Yan Liuyuan's expression and suddenly realized that Liuyuan was not unable to face Ren Xiaosu, but unable to face herself.

At that time, in the market town, Liu Yuan would imitate Ren Xiaosu's tone when speaking, and he would do whatever Ren Xiaosu liked to do.

This child has had an inexplicable admiration for Ren Xiaosu since he was a child, and he is determined to take Ren Xiaosu as his role model and wants to become a person like Ren Xiaosu.

But in the end, he became the kind of person he hated the most, and Yan Liuyuan was scared.

"Sister, give me some time," Yan Liuyuan said: "I'll check out the Yanchi first."

As he said that, Yan Liuyuan put on his black mask again. When he walked out of the royal court tent, countless tribal people were waiting for him outside. Hassan led a horse for him, and Pu Lanqi knelt respectfully on the ground and willingly became a horse stool.

This is the treatment of the gods.

Yan Liuyuan first checked the injuries of the deceased. Pu Lanqi confirmed from the side: "It's all knife wounds, but it should be heavy swords. The chopping force is extremely strong, almost cutting people into two pieces, and the ears are also cut away, like a ritual."

Yan Liuyuan nodded: "Are there any survivors? Have you seen the assailant?"

"No, the only twelve people who went to the salt pond to carry salt were all dead," said a leader.

He Guyan squatted beside the corpse: "The wounds of the knife are all frontal, and no one escapes. They are the bravest men on the grassland. Master, should you chase them to the north and avenge them? I, He Guyan, can be the pioneer."

"Let's bury the warriors first," Yan Liuyuan said calmly.

After saying that, a few eagles and falcons flew from the sky, falling next to the corpse as if no one was around. All the tribes around them knelt down. For the grassland people, if the corpse of the deceased could be eaten by eagles and falcons, it means that the soul of the deceased could fly to the sky.

But in the past, the sky burial required the deceased to be taken to the grassland and waited for seven days, and it was never as magical as before.

In their opinion, this was a funeral held by Yan Liuyuan himself for his tribe members and a baptism of the gods.

Yan Liuyuan drove his horse toward the Yanchi, and hundreds of soldiers behind him followed him as if they were following him.

When they arrived at the outskirts of Yan Pond, Yan Liuyuan had already seen the blood in front of them.

Above the white salt pond, the purple-brown blood stains were extremely eye-catching. Yan Liuyuan asked, "Is the corpse found here?"

"Yes, master," replied a prairie man.

"Have anyone seen those people from the north in recent years?" Yan Liuyuan asked.

"No," Pulanqi shook his head: "It is said that the one who has the most activity in the north should be my Pulan tribe, but I have never seen them."

"That's strange," Yan Liuyuan said: "Why did these people suddenly move south and still so close to our territory?"

At this moment, a black figure appeared on the vast salt pond in the distance. Hassan subconsciously moved forward and brought his men to form a formation to defend in front of Yan Liuyuan.
Chapter completed!