The young man was as skinny as a stick, but he had absolute strength that surpassed warriors of the same level. The battle bones that supported his body shone with a faint bronze radiance.
"Teleporting to the Ancient Desolate World requires the blood and flesh of a foreign tribe to support it. Is this blood and flesh essence spiritual energy?"
After a few breaths of time, the young man let out a long sigh. His eyes flashed with determination!
"After preparing for so long, regardless of whether the Ancient Desolate World is real or not, I have to give it a try."
In the next moment, the young man muttered to himself. The Ancient Desolate Token shone with a clear radiance and surrounded him. At this moment, the space around his body vibrated.
A silvery white spatial passage appeared, and a terrifying aura tore at him. However, with the protection of the Ancient Desolation Token, the youth didn't receive the slightest bit of harm. He stepped into the passage, and the mountain forest quickly regained its silence, leaving only the smell of blood on the ground.
Zi Jin Region, Iron Mountain City.
The ancient city under the rule of the Iron Mountain Hou Tribe. It could even be said that the Iron Mountain Hou Tribe was the tribe's city. The inner city was where the tribe lived and the outer city attracted countless warriors to barter.
Relying on warriors from all over to barter, the Iron Mountain Hou Tribe's strength did not decline for a long time.
Inner city, Iron Mountain Hou Tribe's main hall.
"You've also heard that mysterious voice?"
The tribe leader of the Iron Mountain Hou Tribe and the tribe elders looked at each other and said with a serious tone.
That day, when the Ancient Desolate Tokens were scattered in the Iron Mountain City, the overlord of the Iron Mountain City, the Iron Mountain Tribe, naturally obtained the most. It could be said that this was an opportunity.
However, as the tribe leader of the Iron Mountain Hou Tribe, Iron Mountain Ao naturally had many worries. He played with the token in his hand, but he could not see through it at all. Also, the voice that suddenly appeared in his Sea of Soul made him feel that the Ancient Desolate World was too mysterious.
"Tribe leader, we also received a notification from the mysterious voice. It says that the Ancient Desolate World has opened and the bartering place has opened. Kill foreign tribes in exchange for blood energy!"
All the warriors felt an indescribable chill. What kind of method was this!
"Patriarch, there are quite a few tribesmen in the tribe who have obtained this Ancient Wasteland Token. This subordinate has already asked them, and all the Martial Warriors who have refined this token have received guidance. Those who have not refined it did not hear it!"
"Not only that, the flesh and blood of every outsider who has refined this token will be collected into this token every time they go out to kill outsiders. Even the fierce beasts are no exception. However, we won't collect the corpses of humans!"
"This must be the so-called Blood Power!"
In the great hall of Iron Mountain, many elders started to analyze the situation. The unknown was the most terrifying.
"Refining the flesh and blood of the outsiders to improve our strength also exists in our humankind. Most of the outsiders have cold Yin energy in their bodies, so there are many obstacles when refining them. However, it is also a way for our humankind to improve their strength. Transforming the essence of flesh and blood into blood energy, what's the difference?"
Just at this moment, the chief of the Iron Mountain Marquis Tribe, Iron Mountain Ao, suddenly spoke, "The Ancient Desolate Token is too mysterious. Similarly, I've already asked the people of the Ancestral Court, but none of them know anything about it. Since it's opened now, I'll personally take a look and see if it's the real place of exchange, or if there are other intentions!"
"Chief!"
A few elders of the Iron Mountain Tribe exclaimed. Among these elders, some had refined the Ancient Desolate Token, while some had not.
"Alright, warn the clansmen who possess the Ancient Desolate Token to not act rashly. Wait for my return. Ancient Desolate, Ancient Desolate, this is a title that holds great significance to our humankind. I hope that it's created by an almighty being of our humankind!"
Buzz!
A clear radiance flickered, and a silver spatial tunnel appeared. The chief of the Iron Mountain Marquis Tribe disappeared from the tribe.
Mountain Wave City, Fallen Wind City, Zi Jin Royal City, and many other large cities all had similar scenes. Similarly, there were also people who did not care about it.
Hengguang Region.
The Hengguang Marquis Tribe was named after a domain. Naturally, one could see the strength of this human marquis tribe. This was a legendary marquis tribe!
The Hengguang Marquis Tribe built their city on mountains. A mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles was the land of the Hengguang Marquis Tribe. This ancient mountain was like a dragon, with its head facing the heavens.
At the tail of the Hengguang Mountain Range, there was a group of low stone houses. This group of stone houses had even reached beyond the mountain range. The clansmen who lived here were naturally the clansmen who were the least valued in the entire Hengguang Marquis Tribe.
"Hengguang Xing Yao, don't think about fighting with Hengguang Xing Chen for the position of young chief. Although you are also the son of the chief, you are only a bastard son. There are dozens of bastard sons like you in my Hengguang Marquis Tribe. The position of chief is not yours, so why fight for it?"
In the stone house, a middle-aged cultivator earnestly advised the young cultivator who was sitting cross-legged beside him. However, the young man had his eyes closed the entire time, and did not open them at all.
The aura on the young man's body was extremely unstable. When it was strong, it had even reached the Venerable Realm. When it was weak, it was only an ordinary Heavenly Layer of the Heavenly Building Realm.
"You can leave."
Without opening his eyes, Hengguang Xing Yao said indifferently. In the end, the middle-aged cultivator shook his head and left the stone house with an inexplicable anger.
After the middle-aged cultivator left, Hengguang Xing Yao opened his eyes. What a pair of eyes!
It was not a gaze that a young cultivator should have. It was a kind of vicissitudes that had seen through the endless years.
"The position of chief of Hengguang Xing Chen?
Hengguang Xing Chen, I have to thank you for reawakening the soul of my previous life. I did not expect that in the blink of an eye, it has been a hundred thousand years. Indeed, the sea changes into mulberry fields. Walking on the road of reincarnation is just a moment. "
The young man's eyes were filled with great enlightenment. Even though he was injured, he had an indescribable power.
"Hengguang Marquis Tribe, forget it. You raised me in this life. If you have self-awareness, I will protect you for eternity!"
Then, his eyes focused, "In the future, I will be Hengguang Xing Yao!"
Then, a token appeared in his hand. It was the Ancient Desolation Token. His eyes showed a look of contemplation!
"The Ancient Desolation World. How bold. Could it be that when I was reincarnated, I lost some of my memories? Why don't I have any memories of the Ancient Desolation World? Or was the Ancient Desolation World's Bartering Ground created by a powerful expert later on?"
As a reincarnated person, he naturally understood that the Supreme Realm's battle prowess could penetrate the galaxy and create a real world.
"However, this Ancient Desolation Token should have a deep connection with the Human Race. It is indeed a big deal. Since that is the case, I will check it out. Coincidentally, my injuries also need spiritual medicine to heal. The Bartering Ground is a big deal. How bold. I hope the person behind this can continue to have great luck!"
Buzz!
In the stone house, there was a flash of green light. The reincarnated Hengguang Xing Yao disappeared from the stone house.
Windfire Domain.
Over the years, the foreign races had wreaked havoc. In the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland, the Windfire Domain could be said to be the domain that suffered the most.
The Luck Blood Sacrifice Battle was not like the Desolate Border Domain, where the Gu Yuan Tribe turned the tide and lost to the scorpionmen. Instead, a detachment of the scorpionmen came to the Windfire Domain.
The human race was defeated and suffered heavy losses. Even the strongest Marquis Tribe in the Windfire Domain, the Purple Flame Marquis Tribe, was destroyed by the foreign races.
Later, the scorpionmen Battle Masters went on a rampage. In total, they destroyed three Marquis Tribes and five high-rank tribes. As for the remaining mid-rank and low-rank combat divisions, there were countless of them.
With the support of the Human Race's Ancestral Court and the surrounding domains, the scorpionmen were finally exterminated and peace was restored.
However, the entire domain had suffered heavy losses. Now, the strongest tribe in the Windfire Domain was a Marquis Tribe with a Great Sovereign Rank. It was called the Fire Qilin Marquis Tribe. It was also the only Marquis Tribe left in the Windfire Domain!
Although the majority of the scorpionmen had been defeated, more than half of the human race in the Windfire Domain had been killed. Coupled with the loss of Luck, the morale of the human race in the domain was low.
Similarly, when Xiao Chen had scattered the Ancient Desolation Orders in the Windfire Domain, he had scattered twice as many Ancient Desolation Orders as he had in other domains. Although the foreign races in the Windfire Domain had been defeated, there were still a large number of them hiding in the desolate forests.
In this way, the martialists who obtained the Ancient Desolation Orders would be able to hunt more foreign races. This was a mutually beneficial matter for the Gu Yuan Tribe and the Windfire Domain.
The Fire Qilin Marquis Tribe.
Although they had survived the calamity of the scorpionmen, the Fire Qilin Marquis Tribe was only strong on the outside. The strongest person in the tribe, Patriarch Huo Qilin Guang, had been seriously injured. Several Venerable Realm elders in the tribe had also been seriously injured.
The entire tribe had been immersed in a gloomy state. It was only when Liuli's voice rang out that the entire tribe stirred.
"I hope this is the real bartering ground!"
There were a few dispirited figures in the tribe's main hall. When they heard Liuli's voice, they also revealed a touch of excitement. There was even an unnatural blush on the pale face of an elder.
When the Ancient Desolation Orders had descended, the entire Fire Qilin Marquis Tribe seemed to have grabbed onto a life-saving straw. The tribe's patriarch had been seriously injured. His Divine Soul had been attacked and he was still unconscious. Even the Ancestral Court couldn't do anything about it.
Similarly, ever since they had obtained the Ancient Desolation Orders, the martialists of the entire Fire Qilin Tribe had frequently entered the desolate lands to hunt the foreign races. They had brought their corpses back to the tribe and all of them had been collected by an Ancient Desolation Order. At this moment, this Ancient Desolation Order was in the hands of the Young Patriarch of the Fire Qilin Marquis Tribe.
"I have suffered the lightest injuries and still have the strength to fight. This time, I will follow the Young Patriarch and protect him!"
Soon, a Venerable Realm elder stood up. There were a few Second Floor Realm martialists behind him, and they all held an Ancient Desolation Order in their hands!
Soon, there was a clear light sprinkling in the tribe's main hall and several figures disappeared.
…
Liuli's voice spread across many regions and deeply imprinted itself into the soul seas of the martialists who had recognized the Ancient Desolation Orders as their master. Whether it was a Blood Refining Realm martialist, a First Floor Venerable, or even a Legend rank expert.
Spiritual Light Region.
Myriad Mountain Region.
Myriad Spirit Region.
Snowy Peak Region.
On this vast land that was billions of miles in size, because of an Ancient Desolation Token, the wind and clouds surged. The vast voice that was like the sound of heaven seemed to descend from the depths of the sky and imprint itself into their soul seas.
There were those who were hesitant and those who were excited. Clear light sprinkled from the vast land continuously. One by one, the martialists disappeared from where they were and advanced towards the mysterious Ancient Desolation World!