Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Through his conversation with Hua, Zhang Yi learned intelligence about this nation.

This country was called Nasha, and it was ruled by the Tri-Eyed Giant Clan.

Humans were livestock, pets, with absolutely no rights whatsoever—they could be killed at will.

As for other information, Hua didn’t know much.

She was merely a low-level creature in this world, having never left this street in her entire life, let alone knowing what the outside world was like.

As for the legend of the Divine Human Cult, it was passed down among every human.

“It is said that our ancestors came from the heavens! And sooner or later, a divine human will come here to rescue us.”

Tears streamed down Hua’s face as she felt incredibly moved just by looking at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then asked, “Are the people here strong? Hmm... I mean, are there any Tri-Eyed gods? Like, beings with incredible power who can fly through the sky or move mountains, or have enough strength to knock down a building by themselves?”

Hua blinked her big eyes. “You’re talking about martial artists, aren’t you?”

Zhang Yi laughed. “Martial artists? That exaggerated?”

The Smart System reminded Zhang Yi, “I translated based on context for your understanding. In reality, what she expressed might be something entirely different.”

Zhang Yi crossed his arms, a playful expression on his face. “Go on, tell me. What’s this ‘martial artist’ thing?”

Hua said, “Among the Tri-Eyed Clan, some are born with the ability to grow stronger through training, thus becoming powerful martial artists.”

“These martial artists possess tremendous strength—they can split mountains and shatter rocks. There are even legends that in ancient times, powerful martial artists could cut rivers in half and move mountains and seas.”

Zhang Yi keenly caught the key point in Hua’s words.

“You mean, there used to be such people, but now they don’t exist anymore, right?”

There was almost no doubt—what she called “martial artists” were essentially the same as superhumans.

Talented individuals were superhumans.

Only here, they seemed to have a complete system for cultivating superhumans.

They called it training.

But then again, it was probably similar to the scientific cultivation methods in the human world—just a different path taken.

Hua stared with her round eyes and shook her head in confusion.

“I don’t know. In the past, there shouldn’t have been any.”

“But...”

She lowered her head to think, then suddenly said, “It seems that in the past two years, more martial artists have appeared. And I overheard Tri-Eyed people saying that among the nobles, there’s even someone who might reach the level of ancient warriors.”

“The past two years...”

Zhang Yi’s heart jolted in shock.

Wasn’t that exactly when the Apocalypse had just begun?

He had once thought that the underground world was closely tied to the Apocalypse and the emergence of superhuman abilities.

But now, it seemed the underground world wasn’t the one driving all of this.

Rather, it was the arrival of the Apocalypse that had caused massive changes in the underground world as well.

And so, they too had gained tremendous power.

However, they seemed better prepared for it, as if history had given them similar experiences before.

For example, in Nasha, they interpreted superhuman abilities as the talent of martial artists.

For years, humans had never stopped researching superhuman abilities, and superhumans had always existed.

It was just that the Apocalypse triggered an explosion of superhumans, finally bringing them into everyone’s line of sight.

Zhang Yi felt this trip was absolutely worthwhile. He had learned more, which would help him understand the truth about the world and the Apocalypse.

Afterward, Zhang Yi turned to his most important goal here—the Divine Source or the Sacrificial Spirit.

He had obtained a piece of Divine Source in the Demon Kingdom. If even the Demon Kingdom, a vassal of Nasha, was qualified to possess Divine Source, then what about the Demon Abyss?

He pondered for a moment, then asked, “Hua, do you know if there’s something like an altar around here? Probably shaped like this, where people need to perform sacrifices.”

He gestured to form a pyramid shape.

Because whether in the Qinling Mountains or the Demon Kingdom, he had seen similar structures.

They seemed to be devices used to collect the Divine Source or the Sacrificial Spirit.

Hearing Zhang Yi’s description, Hua immediately said, “You’re talking about the Holy Spirit Hall, aren’t you! That thing—can’t you see it as soon as you step outside?”

Zhang Yi was taken aback. “I can see it as soon as I step outside?”

Hua carefully led Zhang Yi out of the cave, and once they were outside, she pointed up at the sky.

“Look, isn’t that it?”

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked upward.

Nasha was built along the cliff walls of the abyss, layer upon layer from top to bottom, going who knows where.

To facilitate travel, the people of Nasha had constructed long, narrow stone bridges spanning the massive cliffs. They crisscrossed like a spiderweb, densely packed together.

And at the very highest level of Nasha, a massive black tower stood like a mountain.

It was so enormous that it pierced into the clouds, even higher than the altitude Zhang Yi had initially flown to.

That was why he had completely failed to notice its existence.

Beneath the dome, thick clouds gathered, though they weren’t white—they shimmered with a faint purple hue.

The tower’s appearance resembled the Nine-Story Demon Tower, but it had many more levels, radiating an air of age-old vicissitudes.

“Looks like that’s the place.”

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes and said.

Wasn’t that exactly the goal of this trip?

Only, this time, he had no idea how difficult the mission would be.

This was the first time they had ventured deep into the underground world.

Even the previous trips to the Qinling Mountains and Star Island’s Mist Valley had only scratched the surface of the underground races.

Hua said to Zhang Yi, “That’s the Holy Spirit Hall—the king of Nasha lives inside it!”

“The king?”

Zhang Yi recalled that this place was still in a dynastic form of government.

Because martial arts existed, everyone was desperately training, and only the strong could hold high status here.

As a result, technology remained as primitive as thousands of years ago, with no progress whatsoever. Even when clever people came up with good ideas, they were denounced as mere tricks and refused to be adopted.

“Alright, then. I’ll sit back and see what happens. I believe the people from Sangha Monastery won’t stay completely silent.”

Zhang Yi wasn’t in a hurry at all. He called Hua back into the cave.

The living conditions here were terrible, so Zhang Yi simply took a comfortable sponge mattress out of his Dimensional Space and pulled out a large pile of food for Hua.

When Hua saw Zhang Yi produce so many things out of thin air, she was so shocked that she knelt on the ground and kept calling him a “divine envoy.”

Zhang Yi calmed her down with a few words, then left to talk with Yang Xinxin and the others, to hear what they had to say.

Hua cautiously sat down on the sponge mattress. The softness beneath her startled her, but soon, she excitedly curled up her tiny body on top of it.