They say I’m riding a shared bicycle.

But in reality, Wei Yuan was just sitting on the bike, riding the water.

After all, sitting is more comfortable than other positions.

From the East Sea to Australia, the distance is very far. Wei Yuan took a ride on the ocean current.

If someone were doing scientific research, they would discover a strange underwater current, rushing towards the Australian mainland at an extremely high speed. Then, at a secluded beach with few people, the seawater suddenly parted in the middle, and a blue shared bicycle slowly rode over and stopped on the sand.

After Wei Yuan got off the bike, he subconsciously locked it.

His phone suddenly rang:

“Hello, you are now outside the valid service area.”

“Parking outside the service area requires a scheduling fee of 20 yuan.”

Wei Yuan: “…”

I was careless.

He thought about it and decided to forget about it for now, and first use the *hutian* technique to stuff the shared bicycle away.

Then he took out the map given to him by the old Taoist priest, identified the approximate location, cast an invisibility spell, and used the wind manipulation technique, relying on the faint feeling transmitted from the dagger given by Zhulong to track it down. He hurried all the way until he reached a forest, where the feeling became slightly blurred.

Wei Yuan reached out and touched the dry trees, seeing traces of fire in the forest near the coastline. He confirmed that the fierce beast transformed from the drum was in this area, but the forest was too large, and because of the proximity, the drum’s aura in the forest was too strong, and the dagger’s induction began to become dispersed.

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, looked at the sky, and decided to find a place to rest first.

Slowly prepare to find the drum.

The old Taoist priest would prepare the talisman array in advance, and then return to Longhu Mountain.

When Wei Yuan found the drum and began to lure it, he would send a message to Zhang Ruosu, and he would return to the talisman array to preside over it. Otherwise, the Longhu Mountain seal might have problems, which would be counterproductive.

Wei Yuan followed the map to find the several sacred cliff caves the old Taoist priest had mentioned.

However, he did not expect that in the area overlooking the cave, there was a gathering tribe, with traces of people living there, many cold weapons, and even a huge totem. Obviously, Australian aborigines lived here.

Wei Yuan stretched out his palm, and a flame appeared in his palm, illuminating the cave.

He saw obvious primitive sacrificial patterns on the wall, simple and rugged, yet mysterious. Inside was a stone statue, wearing mysterious clothes with ancient Australian characteristics, with various totems representing gods, and a mask covered in painted colors on its face.

Wei Yuan apologized.

Then he sat down and prepared to cast a spell to continue searching for traces of the drum.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, Wei Yuan found some fruit. He heard footsteps from afar, cast an invisibility spell, and saw a tall man with dark skin, different from Africans, leading several young boys in the mountains, honing the use of cold weapons.

Wei Yuan had checked the information. The Australian aborigines of this era still followed ancient traditions.

When the boys grew to a certain age, they would be taken to the ancient tribal ruins in the forest.

Here, they would see the tribe's totem for the first time.

Then, the patterns of the gods would be tattooed on their bodies, and the older men would sprinkle their blood on the children, meaning the courage and pride passed down from generation to generation. After that, they would learn various hunting skills in the forest, hone the moves of cold weapons, and even undergo physical tests.

From a transcendent perspective, this was undoubtedly the process of ancient tribal transcendent practitioners.

Possessing powerful physical strength, pure martial arts, and the transcendent ability to summon the souls of ancestors.

A rather simple and complete inheritance.

Wei Yuan turned his gaze away, not looking at the training methods of these tribal warriors, but slowly searching for the approximate range of the drum using magic. But soon, he saw the gray-haired old warrior leading his descendants up the mountain. His skin was dark, and he painted ancient war patterns with white paint.

They climbed to the highest point and offered sacrifices to the idol.

Wei Yuan avoided the direction of their worship and stood aside, a little curious.

But they were speaking Australian English.

Wei Yuan's English was not good.

Wei Yuan pondered.

Wei Yuan took out his phone, put on his headphones, and then opened the instant translation software.

Software, start!

Translation function, on!

Wei Yuan was finally able to understand what the old man was saying. The two children seemed to be asking about the origin of the idol. The old man smiled, his voice steady: "This is a god, the greatness born of the entire world, an immortal being."

Several children asked: "Are there really gods?"

They muttered, "Akwille doesn't believe it. He went to the city of the Anglo-Saxons and said he wanted to abandon our traditions and embrace the real civilized world, and a democratic society."

The old man's face flushed with anger, and he made a series of sharp sounds.

The translation software frequently emitted beeping—harmonious sounds.

The old man was tired of scolding, spat, and said:

"In any case, he shouldn't abandon our traditions and culture."

"That's our root."

"The reason why we don't enter the cities of the Anglo-Saxon whites is that we don't want to forget our ancestors one day, forget our heroes, like those who have forgotten their own people, scoffing at the greatness of our ancestors and thinking they are civilized."

"Don't they know? The Anglo-Saxons have never regarded them as equals."

He shook his head and said, "And the gods, I can tell you, they exist."

"Although I haven't seen him with my own eyes, my grandfather once wrote a diary, and there is also a photo with him. His diary says that the heavenly god is as handsome as the sky, with hair and eyes like the night. He can drink the entire tribe's warriors under the table in one breath. His eyes are so bright, and his dance when drunk is both strong and graceful, capable of captivating the beauties of the entire tribe."

"His power is unparalleled, and his anger can summon the thunder of heaven and earth."

"That is his friend… and also the tribe's god."

"That is the great Thunder God."

The children listened intently, and the old man's eyes shone brightly when he talked about this, as if he had become younger all of a sudden. He took out a yellowed photo and showed it to the children. Wei Yuan couldn't see it. The old man treasured it and put it away. Then he patted the children's smooth backs and said:

"Hurry up and train."

"Tomorrow night is the 'Corroboree'. Through this ceremony, you will be a real man."

The group put down the food for the gods and went down the mountain again.

Thunder God…

Wei Yuan recalled the old man's words, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the stone statue with the ancient mask. He hesitated, reached out, took off the mask, and then sighed. He said in his heart, "As expected," under the stone statue was a young Taoist with a ponytail and a smile on his lips.

The eyebrows and features could vaguely recognize the old man who had suppressed the world for two Jiazi on Longhu Mountain.

There was already pure willpower on this stone statue.

But the old Taoist priest seemed to have directly severed the connection.

He didn't take even half of this external force.

But it could still be guessed that the old Taoist priest was once outstanding. Wei Yuan recalled the appearance of the old man when he handed him the map earlier. It seemed that the old Taoist priest had also spent a good time in the tribe of aborigines here.

He sat down on the ground and casually picked up the sacrifices that the people of these tribes had brought to the gods.

If it were a god born from heaven and earth, or the soul of an ancestor, Wei Yuan, as a Taoist cultivator, would maintain the respect he should have. But since he knew that this so-called idol was just the young Zhang old Taoist, Wei Yuan would not be polite.

He reached out and took it directly.

You ate so much of my food.

Give it here!

The next night.

During the large-scale sacrificial prayer Corroboree of the traditional Australian tribe, Wei Yuan reached out and drew another x on a piece of paper. He had spent a day almost turning the entire forest over, but he still couldn't find the drum, but there was only one-fifth left. If the drum stayed in one place, it would definitely not be able to hide from him.

There should be no problem next.

It's just tomorrow.

Just at this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly realized something was wrong.

The divine dagger in his arms suddenly whistled softly. Wei Yuan suddenly stood up and saw a huge flying beast appearing in the part where the sea and sky met. Its sharp cry suddenly expanded, pouncing towards the tribe's location. Its yellowish-brown wings were stained with the bloody sunset glow under the setting sun, extremely ominous. It was the drum.

Gods all have their peculiarities, even the fierce souls born after death are the same.

Did it sense unease?

Wei Yuan raised his hand and drew his sword, seeing that the fierce beast was heading straight for the tribe, seemingly with the intention of eating people.

This tribe was related to Zhang Ruosu, and Wei Yuan had also eaten a few meals with them, so he immediately prepared to intercept it. He had already leaped out, and when he thought of the bright look in the old man's eyes when he mentioned mythology earlier, Wei Yuan sighed in his heart, raised his hand in the air, and slightly clenched his five fingers.

The ancient mask on the idol flew out.

Wei Yuan held the mask with his five fingers and slowly covered his face.

Thirty-six Heavenly Astral Powers·Fetus Transformation.

He took a step.

He had transformed into the young Taoist of that year.

Holding a sword and controlling thunder, he descended from the sky.

ps: Today's second update… two thousand eight hundred words, thank you Meng Xing for rewarding me when it rains, thank you~

Currently, there are still about 670,000 Australian aborigines, as for the treatment…