An endless stretch of mountains, extending like a dragon's spine, permeates the vast land. There are many plants and trees in it, and the sounds of birds and beasts are constantly reverberating.

From a distance, we can see that the convex part of the mountain range forms five peaks, just like a person's five fingers raised to grasp the sky. In the middle of one of the peaks, on a large concave rock, there is a young man leaning in the shade. There is a basket beside him, with some medicinal herbs piled inside, exuding bursts of medicinal fragrance, lingering around.

The young man had good features, but he was thin and looked a little frail. He was wearing a small shirt sewn from animal skins, with a white crescent animal bone hanging around his neck. His hair was a little messy and was tied up casually with a straw rope.

He sat there, holding a leather book with more than ten animal skins stuck together in his hand, reading with relish, shaking his head.

"The barbarians have ancestors who opened the sky and created humans, leaving them for generations to this day... Those who hold barbarism are called barbarians, they fly into the sky and move mountains and seas... There are barbarian patterns reaching the sky, and they can pick off the sun, moon and stars..." The young man read and sighed.

"How can you become a barbarian without a barbarian body... a barbarian... a barbarian... Su Ming, you can only collect some herbs and become a mortal doctor in the tribe. It's a long way to go to become a barbarian practicing barbarism." The young man laughed at himself, put down the animal skin roll in his hand, looked at the world in the distance, and became stunned.

He had read this roll of animal skin countless times, not to mention memorizing it by heart, but it was almost the same.

"The sky is round, the earth is square, it is boundless, it seems boundless..." Su Ming murmured, imagining the world in the book in his mind. Unknowingly, the sky was getting dark, and he could see dark clouds looming at the end of the sky and the earth in the distance.

The mountain breeze also brought a sense of moisture, which fell on the leaves of many plants and trees on the mountain, making a rustling sound.

The moment he saw the dark clouds on the other side, Su Ming suddenly became energetic.

"Grandpa's calculation is indeed accurate. There is really something wrong today!" Su Ming's eyes flashed brightly. He stood up quickly, stuffed the animal skin roll in his hand into his arms, grabbed the knitted basket beside him with his left hand and carried it on his back. With a sway of his body, he grabbed the grass rope on the side with great dexterity and climbed towards the top of the mountain.

Looking from a distance, this young man's frail body burst out with extremely tenacious strength. Like an ape, he climbed more than ten feet in a few leaps.

The dark clouds between the sky and the earth are rolling in, and there is a roaring sound, as if the wrath of the sky has descended on this mountain range. The dark clouds connect the sky and the earth, and it is pitch black, and they are getting closer and closer in the blink of an eye.

Su Ming was climbing faster at this moment. Almost at the moment when the dark clouds spread, he had already climbed to a position about tens of feet away from the top of the mountain. There was a large raised strange rock, which seemed to be natural. It was hollow inside and had countless holes the size of fists. The overall appearance of this strange rock was like the head of a giant python entrenched here and fused with the mountain peak.

Under the strange rock, there is a cone like a fang, which looks shocking and strange. Moreover, because it is a protruding part from the mountain, it almost looks like it is hanging in the air. It is difficult to climb over it unless you can take off and fly.

Su Ming grabbed the rope with his left hand, took out a small bottle from the basket behind his back with his right hand, put it to his mouth and bit it. He slowly moved his body in the opposite direction of the strange rock, moving a few feet so that the rope he was holding on to his left hand tilted up. He clasped the mountain wall with his fingers and stayed close to it. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, his eyes bright and motionless.

A moment later, dark clouds covered the sky, and the sound of thunder boomed. The deafening wind was raging, and the mountains seemed to be about to rise from the ground. In this strong wind, Su Ming's five fingers holding the mountain wall turned white, but he did not move at all. The eyes that looked at the sky showed tenacity.

The strong wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the grass and trees in the mountain range, making a sound like the roar of a giant beast, and rolling up countless dead branches and leaves on the mountain range, making the grass, trees and leaves flying rapidly all over the sky.

Even some large pieces of dead wood and small animals were rolled up and thrown far away in the rotation, and their screams were also hidden in the sound of the wind.

After Su Ming persisted in this strong wind for a short time, the entire sky was completely covered by dark clouds. Under the thunder, huge raindrops fell in torrents. At this moment, the entire world seemed to have become a world covered by a curtain of water.

The rain continued to fall, getting heavier and heavier. Su Ming still clung to the rope soaked by the rain and clung to the mountain wall. He let the rain soak through his body and remained motionless, staring at a protruding fang-like rock under the strange rock that looked like a python.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the rain is still increasing, and the world is covered with rain and fog. The Fang Rock that Su Ming is staring at is slowly secreting black liquid under the wash of the rain.

The black liquid merged with the rainwater and formed a water line, flowing downward.

Su Ming looked at this scene, his eyes were filled with joy, but he remained motionless until the secreted black liquid gradually became less and less, and finally turned into a golden color. Su Ming's eyes were focused, and without any hesitation, he suddenly released his right hand that was holding the rock. When his body slipped, he immediately took the vial from his mouth with his right hand.

The rope he was holding with his left hand was already tilted. Now as his right hand was released, his whole body seemed to be swinging, and the rope was heading straight towards the protruding Fang Rock at an extremely fast speed.

Because the arc of the rope's inclination was extremely large before, and the position he grasped was quite accurate, at this moment, almost with the roar of thunder, Su Ming had followed the rope to the side of the Fang Rock, which seemed to be hanging in the air. He grabbed the rope with his left hand and the small earth bottle in his right hand. At the moment of approaching, he quickly placed it under the Fang Rock. After the rope echoed to the limit, he filled most of the bottle with golden liquid.

But at this moment, a sharp neighing sound suddenly erupted, and about four or five black centipedes, as thick as an arm and half a foot long, suddenly emerged from the many fist-sized holes in the strange rock, and ferociously rushed towards Su Ming, who was hanging in the air.

Su Ming was not surprised at all. Almost as soon as those centipedes appeared, he immediately released his left hand holding the rope, and his body immediately fell at an extremely fast speed, avoiding the attacks of those centipedes.

"Xiaohong!" Su Ming fell rapidly in mid-air. The strong wind like a knife made his body stiff instantly. Although he avoided those centipedes, once he fell, he would immediately turn into meat.

But he did not panic. He saw a red figure rushing out from the nearby cliff grabbing a rope and heading straight for Su Ming's falling body. It approached in an instant and grabbed Su Ming. The red figure was a little red monkey. It grinned at the moment, but its eyes were full of intelligence.

One person and one monkey followed the rope and landed on the mountain cliff, where Su Ming was studying before. Su Ming's eyes showed nervousness and he immediately put away the small earthen bottle he had been holding on to.

"Xiao Hong, we have to run quickly. I grabbed too much saliva this time! Hey, what are you holding in your hand?" Su Ming said and saw a small black fragment in the little monkey's paw.

The little monkey immediately looked alert, put his paws behind him, and roared several times. Seeing that time was running out, Su Ming stopped talking and immediately took a few steps forward, jumped down, grabbed the ropes, and flew down with the little monkey.

Behind them, a roaring sound rose into the sky, and they saw several black centipedes chasing quickly along the rock wall, like multiple black lines sliding down, chasing after them continuously.

The little red monkey bared its teeth and kept hissing at Su Ming beside him. The red shadow flashed, and sometimes he looked back at the centipedes chasing behind him, with fear and anger in his eyes.

"It's not the first time I've run away like this. Those oolongs don't dare to go down the mountain, so stop pretending. As a rule, you get a small share of these oolongs." Su Ming fled quickly, but his words seemed lazy. As expected, as soon as he said these words, the little monkey immediately beamed. Obviously everything before was just an act.

This man and the monkey were very familiar with this mountain range. In addition, for some reason, the centipedes seemed to dare not go directly through some parts of the mountain, but instead went around. In this way, although Su Ming and the little monkey did not escape as fast as those centipedes, they sometimes jumped directly down, and they could often catch a rope. After a few times, they descended the mountain peak, got into the jungle, and disappeared.

As expected, those centipedes did not dare to go down the mountain. After roaring for a long time, they climbed up to the top of the mountain again with unwillingness.

The dark clouds came and went just as quickly. After a few hours, the mountain range returned to normal, and the dark clouds rolled away and spread into the distance.

At the edge of the jungle, Su Ming and the little monkey walked out. It was getting dark now, and some faint firelight could be seen on the horizon in the distance. That was the tribe where Su Ming belonged.

"You drank half of what was given to you, do you still want it?" Su Ming walked out of the jungle, his whole body was wet, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked at the little monkey who had been following him with a half-smile, looking at him eagerly.

This little monkey is extremely psychic. He accidentally discovered it when he entered this mountain three years ago. They had some conflicts with each other, but they eventually became good friends.

The little monkey blinked and scratched its face, showing a trace of struggle and hesitation, but soon it handed the dark fragment it had just grasped to Su Ming and roared a few times, expressing its intention to exchange it for the black dragon saliva.

"Okay, I'll give you some more, but I don't want this broken stone. You can keep it." Su Ming laughed, took out the small earthen bottle from the basket, and handed it to the little monkey.

The little monkey quickly grabbed it and took a sip, with an intoxicated look on his face. After swaying a few times, he let out a wine burp and threw the black stone fragments and the vial in his hand to Su Ming. He swayed a few times and disappeared into the jungle.

Su Ming looked at the small half of the earthen vase, smiled slightly, put it back into the basket behind him without caring, and looked at the pitch-black stone fragment.