In the distant void, a long and deep chant suddenly echoed, followed by desolate sounds that seemed to drift from afar, making it hard to pinpoint their origin.

As Han Li listened intently, he realized the sounds were purely melodic, lacking specific words or phrases, making their meaning elusive. Yet, upon hearing them, he felt his body surge with power.

"Could this be an ancient war song of the Barbarian tribes?"

As Han Li pondered in surprise, he noticed the sounds around him growing louder.

Turning to look at Little White beside him, he found that the latter was also emitting a low hum from his throat.

"I don't know what's happening, but hearing that desolate melody, I can't help but chant along…" Little White telepathically communicated to Han Li, noticing his gaze.

Han Li simply nodded and began to climb the mountain with Little White.

The moment he took his first step onto the stone steps of the mountain path, he immediately felt an indescribable force enveloping him from all directions, causing his steps to become somewhat heavy.

This heaviness did not seem to be an external pressure, but rather as if the entire Bahuang Mountain had become a magnet, generating a constant pull that firmly attached all those who climbed it.

However, this level of force was not too strong for Han Li, and he could walk without much difficulty.

The Tianhu Clan and the Banshan Ape Clan also moved without any issues, and their climbing speed was not slow, quickly reaching over a hundred steps.

Han Li and Little White's speed was roughly equivalent to that of the Tianhu Clan. Looking down at the plaza below, they saw that thousands of people were still standing in place, not climbing.

"Le'er, why are those people staying down the mountain?" Han Li telepathically asked Liu Le'er.

"They are not within the top hundred tribal quotas, but because they are affiliated tribes of the Sixteen Great Wasteland Clans, they are eligible to stay down the mountain. Most tribes can only stay in Zhenhuang City and cannot even get close to the Holy Mountain," Liu Le'er quickly replied.

"It seems that participating in the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony is indeed a matter of great honor," Han Li remarked.

"Indeed, the top hundred tribes that can ascend the mountain all have some remnant of the ancient Eight Kings' bloodline, which is why they are allowed to climb. Even the clan leader was quite surprised that the King allowed you to accompany Little White up the mountain," Liu Le'er replied.

Hearing this, Han Li raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing.

After climbing several hundred more steps, ancient runes began to appear on the stone platforms, making each step of those ascending feel like sinking into a mire. It was easy to step down but difficult to lift their feet, causing many to adopt strange postures.

Except for the members of the Tianhu Clan and the Banshan Ape Clan who could still maintain their original speed, the climbing speed of the other following tribes began to slow down, and the lines on the stone steps began to stretch longer and longer.

As a human, Han Li's climbing speed was not inferior to that of the Tianhu and Banshan Ape Clans, and he even walked quite easily and leisurely, which the members of the other two clans found very surprising.

One by one, they mustered their strength and accelerated their climbing speed, afraid of falling behind Han Li and being despised.

Han Li naturally had no desire to compete. He simply accompanied Little White, climbing at a leisurely pace.

At this time, the Little White Ape from among the Banshan Ape Clan suddenly took two steps and stopped, approaching Han Li and Little White's side.

His gaze constantly shifted between Han Li and Little White, with curiosity mixed with some vigilance.

Perhaps because he himself had the bloodline of the Mountain Giant Ape, Han Li found the Little White Ape trying to get closer quite pleasing to the eye, so he simply smiled at his cautious probing.

The Banshan Ape Clan seemed to implicitly approve of the Little White Ape's actions and did not speak to stop him.

The Little White Ape's vigilance was mostly directed at Han Li, so after he circled around, he came to the other side and took the initiative to approach the Pixiu Little White.

"Why aren't you with your own clan members? What are you doing here?" Little White asked unceremoniously.

"I heard you have the bloodline of the Mo Yan Pixiu?" The Little White Ape asked without minding.

"So what?" Little White said, climbing without turning his head.

"Our ancestor was Lord Yuan Hong, one of the Eight Great True Spirit Kings, and he was close friends with Lord Mo Yu, the Mo Yan Pixiu who was also a True Spirit King…" the Little White Ape said.

"They were close friends… so what?" Little White asked, initially puzzled.

"It is said that they disappeared together in the past," the Little White Ape said.

Hearing this, Little White suddenly fell silent.

"What's your name?" After a moment, Little White finally looked at the Little White Ape and asked.

"Yuan Shanbai," the Little White Ape replied.

"You're called Yuan Shanbai, and I'm called Little White… that's quite a coincidence," Little White said with a chuckle after a moment of contemplation.

"You're called Little White, Mo Xiaobai?" The Little White Ape raised an eyebrow and asked.

Hearing this, Little White hesitated for a moment before nodding in a daze. Without any recovered memories, he didn't even know his real name and could only vaguely agree.

Han Li had been paying attention to the exchange between the two little guys, and seeing this scene, he was also slightly touched.

Little White and Yuan Shanbai began to chat, and soon they were no longer depressed. Little White's original street smarts came back, calling himself "This Young Master" and "This Great One," which left Yuan Shanbai, who had hardly left his clan and was clearly not yet an adult, dumbfounded.

When he heard that Little White had an even more powerful boss, Yuan Shanbai's eyes almost lit up with stars, looking very envious and longing.

"Hehe, don't worry! When there's a chance, I'll introduce my boss to you. She's not very tempered, but she's loyal. You prepare some gifts for her, and after she accepts you as her underling, we'll protect you together," Little White winked, patted the other's shoulder, and said.

Listening to Little White wanting to recruit another underling for Jin Tong, Han Li couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling a bit amused and helpless.

Listening to the two of them talking, one after another, the journey was quite enjoyable, but Han Li's mind never relaxed, and he carefully examined the changes around him.

As he climbed higher, he noticed that the pulling force on the stone steps became stronger and stronger, and many tribes could no longer keep up with the two major tribes of Tianhu and Banshan Ape and fell behind.

Moreover, in addition to the pulling force from the ground, a powerful oppressive force began to appear in the surrounding void, making it increasingly difficult for the Tianhu Clan and the Banshan Ape Clan to walk through it.

When he reached the middle of the mountain, the oppressive force between heaven and earth had exceeded a hundred times that at the foot of the mountain. Han Li began to feel a little short of breath and overwhelmed by the heavy pressure.

He slowed his pace and silently circulated the Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Art in his body, only then did he feel the force slightly loosen, and he continued to climb upward.

All the tribes except the two major tribes had been left behind. Even those who had followed up had given up climbing and diverted along the horizontal plank roads on the mountainside to the platforms on both sides.

As Han Li scanned the platforms, he saw that each platform was dotted with round stone platforms resembling futons. The people of each tribe who came to the platforms consciously chose a futon and sat down.

As for the Tianhu Clan and the Banshan Ape Clan, they had no intention of stopping and continued to climb upward.

Logically speaking, the physique of the Banshan Ape Clan should be superior to that of the Tianhu Clan, but strangely, the overall climbing speed of the Banshan Ape Clan was not as good as that of the Tianhu Clan, and they were gradually falling behind.

On the contrary, Yuan Shanbai, who was chatting with Little White, was always at the forefront.

Seeing his clansmen falling behind, Yuan Shanbai said goodbye to Little White and returned to the side of the old ape clan elder who looked very old, accompanying him as they climbed the mountain together.

The Tianhu Clan and the Banshan Ape Clan were mostly silent along the way, but they would occasionally look towards Han Li. They were all puzzled as to why such a mere human could walk so easily on this mountain path.

In fact, only Han Li himself knew that the force currently pressing on him was almost equivalent to a majestic mountain, so every time he climbed a step, a shallow mark would be left on the stone steps under his feet.

After walking for about half an hour, Han Li realized that Little White seemed to have reached his limit as well. Every step was extremely difficult, and he had to stop every few steps, panting with his tongue sticking out for a long time.

Seeing this, Han Li also slowed down and accompanied him as he slowly climbed the mountain.

The Tianhu Clan gradually surpassed them and walked ahead, finally feeling a little more balanced.

Han Li glanced at Liu Le'er, seeing her standing in front, turning back to look at him, with glistening beads of sweat on her cheeks, a flush on her pretty face, and her eyes full of inquiry.

"You go up with Senior Liu Qing first, we'll be there later," Han Li telepathically told her.

Liu Le'er hesitated for a moment before continuing upward at Liu Qing's urging.

"How is it? Do you want me to help you?" Han Li knew that the true power of the Mo Yan Pixiu within Little White had not yet awakened. With his current strength, being able to get this far was indeed close to his limit.

"No, Little White Ape said that climbing this mountain path is a test of the Eight Kings' bloodline. The thicker the bloodline, the more courageous one can be. I can't let the bloodline I carry lose face," Little White shook his head and said, gritting his teeth.

With that, he raised his head, his eyes shining brightly, looked towards the top of the mountain, and continued to climb.

Looking at Little White's eyes, Han Li seemed to vaguely see a faint golden halo, but it disappeared in a flash. He then smiled and continued towards the top of the mountain.