The Ancient Yuan Combat Division.
The main hall at the peak of the ancient mountain in the center of the tribe was more than a hundred and fifty feet long and a hundred feet deep. In the center of the main hall, there was a ten-foot-tall white jade chair.
The white jade chair was hollowed out, and there were faint carvings of dragons on it. There was even a gentle white light emerging from it. In front of the white jade chair was a stone table that was thirty feet long. On the stone table, there were several plates of rare and precious fruits placed on jade plates. The cups were made of white jade, and the nectar was filled with the color of amber. It was extremely viscous and emitted a strong medicinal fragrance.
These rare and precious fruits were borne on ancient trees that were tens of thousands of years old. These ancient trees had experienced tens of thousands of years of heaven and earth's attention. Although they had yet to become Spiritual Trees, the fruits they bore contained abundant Yuan Qi.
Below the main stone chair, there were some smaller stone chairs placed on both sides. At a rough glance, there were about two hundred of them. These smaller white jade stone chairs looked simple and unadorned, as if they had only gone through simple polishing. Most of them didn't have any beast markings on them.
In front of each stone chair was a stone table about ten feet long. There were also rare and precious fruits on the stone tables that emitted a strong fragrance.
At this moment, the two hundred stone chairs in the main hall were not all occupied. There were only a hundred or so people present. Surging blood qi constantly pressed against the hall. They were all Blood Refining Realm warriors!
Perhaps it was because they had just made a breakthrough, but the blood qi in their bodies was surging like a tide. It was difficult for them to control their own blood qi as they pleased, so the blood qi of these warriors constantly pressed against each other. Even so, everyone was still trying their best to retract their aura so as not to leave a bad impression on their Lord Patriarch.
Among the two hundred white jade stone chairs on both sides below, the thirty white jade stone chairs near the empty space in the middle of the large hall were a little different. These stone chairs had python engravings on them. Moreover, they seemed to be a little bigger than the other stone chairs behind them.
These thirty slightly different white jade chairs were occupied by the tribe's three Grand Elders, several Hall Masters, the ten Great Soldier Captains, the Punitive Expedition Elder, and the Guest Elder. As for the other Blood Refining cultivators, none of them took a seat.
As if it had been discussed beforehand, the ten chiliarchs, led by Ding Shan, sat on the white jade stone chair on the right, while the elders and hall leaders, led by the great elder Tie Wen, sat on the white jade stone chair on the left.
At this moment, all the cultivators were silent, waiting for their Lord Patriarch to arrive.
Suddenly, a cyan figure flashed past the main entrance of the hall. Before everyone could react, the figure had already sat on the white jade chair in the hall with a few flashes. His right hand was placed on the dragon engraved armrest of the chair as he looked at the many martial artists in the hall calmly.
"Greetings, Lord Patriarch!"
Immediately after, a loud shout rang out in the hall. All the martial artists below stood up and bowed to the young man sitting at the top. Their voices were so deafening that it pierced through the hall and into the sky.
Looking at the hundred or so martial artists bowing to him, Xiao Chen could not help but nod slightly. The hall was filled with Blood Refining cultivators, and it was not all the Blood Refining cultivators in the Gu Yuan Tribe. There were still dozens of chiliarchs guarding the tribe's mountain walls and other positions, guarding against any possible danger that might happen to the tribe.
More than a hundred Blood Refining Realm warriors were a force to be reckoned with, even if they were placed in a middle-ranked or high-ranked combat division. If they were placed in a low-ranked combat division, they would be able to wipe out most of the tribes of the same rank in the Great Wilderness.
Even if these martialists had been created through the use of countless precious herbs, it was definitely worth it. Good herbs and precious blood could be obtained again, but these hundred Blood Refining martialists were for the Gu Yuan Tribe to flourish in the Great Wilderness. They were their escorts, and they could even open up a new path for the tribe.
"Elders and chiliarchs, please rise!"
Xiao Chen did not put on an act. After accepting everyone's greetings, he immediately let them rise. After all, many Blood Refining cultivators had gathered here today, and they had important matters to discuss. After all, the Gu Yuan Tribe would offer sacrifices to the heavens in a day's time.
The other combat divisions in the Fallen Dragon Territory viewed the Gu Yuan Tribe as a scourge. How could everyone here not know that once the Gu Yuan Tribe established a Luck Tribe, they would definitely expand their territory and strength?
After all, the Gu Yuan Tribe only had a little more than two hundred thousand people. At most, their territory was only a few thousand miles of desolate mountains and forests after exterminating the Demon Race. How could such a small number of people and territory support a Luck Tribe?
In the Great Desolate Wasteland, there was a Fate Clan that was at least a middle-ranked combat division. They ruled over hundreds of thousands of miles of land, mountains, and rivers. The number of people under their rule numbered in the millions, and the vassal tribes under their command numbered in the thousands. Which Fate Clan didn't dominate the Great Desolate Wasteland?
The Gu Yuan Tribe was just a low-ranked combat division, but it was already weak and did not have enough strength to carry the Human Race's Luck. It might not be obvious in a short period of time, but if they did not want to be crushed by this huge amount of Luck, they had to work hard to catch up, expand their territory, gather their people, and subdue many vassal tribes.
Just like the ancient ruins of the Human Race, even though it had been destroyed for tens of thousands of years, the remaining Human Race Providence was not something that ordinary human combat divisions could resist. Even though the Guyuan Tribe was stronger than these human combat divisions and had the Sacrificial King Cauldron made of divine materials to suppress the providence, this providence was closely related to every member of the Guyuan Tribe even though it was not visible to the world.
At this moment, the main hall was still very calm. Everyone's gazes simultaneously looked at Xiao Chen, who was sitting on the white jade chair. Currently, Xiao Chen was like a god in the tribe.
This was especially true for some of the elders who had come from the Gu Yuan Tribe. In just a short three years, the Gu Yuan Tribe had developed from a tribe that was on the verge of extinction to its current state.
The tribe's only Blood Refining Realm martialist had gone missing, but now, there were more than 100 Blood Refining Realm martialists in the tribe. Almost every day, a martialist would break through and become a chiliarch in the Blood Refining Realm with the help of a large amount of resources.
"It can be said that today is the first time that the Gu Yuan Tribe has held such a solemn tribe meeting ever since we moved to the Fallen Dragon Territory. Ever since I inherited the position of tribe leader, the Gu Yuan Tribe has been in a precarious situation. We've been constantly fighting and running for our lives. The reason for all this is that the Gu Yuan Tribe is still too weak. We don't have the qualifications to control our own tribe's fate in the Great Wilderness, and we've been constantly invaded by other tribes!"
Xiao Chen's voice was not loud, but it clearly enveloped the entire main hall and reached everyone's ears.