At this moment, Xiao Chen had a feeling that the entire Desolate Border was in his hands. Under his perception, his perception radiated to every corner of the Desolate Border.
Although this perception gradually weakened after a long distance, he could still perceive the changes in various parts of the Desolate Border.
In a few breaths of time, in the illusory image above the altar, under Xiao Chen's control, there were winding paths that extended through the mountains, covering the entire Desolate Border.
At the nodes of the paths, there were cities appearing, and in each path, there were also miniaturized images of cities.
There was no pattern to the distribution of these cities, but they were distributed in some ancient mountains, rivers and lakes, places that were easy to defend and hard to attack. They were all excellent places to establish a tribe.
"This is …?"
The scene in front of them shocked everyone. In just a moment, everyone had figured out the reason behind it.
"This is a path that connects the entire Desolate Border." The leader of the Crystal War Division was shocked.
On the screen, paths meandered through the continuous ancient mountains, connecting all of Desolate Border's great lands together.
"The nodes on the path are divided into tribes. Each tribe can suppress a territory of tens of thousands of li. This way, the entire path will be under the protection of our human battalions. It will also give the human warriors a place to rest, greatly increasing their safety!"
The ranger Sword Edge Venerable echoed. As a ranger, he naturally understood the dangers of the Wasteland. This was not a small region, but rather the entire Desolate Border that spanned millions of miles. One could well imagine the price one had to pay to open a path through it.
"In my opinion, it is far more than this. In the past, because of the strength and danger of the tribes, it is difficult for warriors to leave their tribes' sphere of influence. There is very little communication between tribes, and it is even harder to obtain resources. Once the path is opened, the entire Desolate Border will be able to live!"
"Especially the tribes that established their tribes near the path. Although they need to guard the path, when warriors come and go, it will definitely bring endless benefits to the tribes!"
The leader of the Baize Marquis Tribe, He Ze, suppressed the shock in his heart. There was a bitter smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with shock and envy.
"What a grand plan. Opening a safe path through the region, allowing all the tribes in the region to communicate with each other. Building ancient cities in the eight directions to guard the border, turning the entire desolate border region into a fortress!"
"No wonder our clans have to bow beneath our feet. We are inferior to this type of boldness!"
Long sighs rose among the warriors of the other tribes. But no matter what, this was already a foregone conclusion!
"I believe everyone has already seen clearly that I, Gu Yuan, paid a huge price to open up the various paths in the desolate border, all for the sake of allowing the entire desolate border to develop quickly."
Very quickly, Xiao Chen's deep and powerful voice rang out once again. Immediately, all the cultivators in the chaotic crowd below felt a solid gaze sweep over them, as if an ancient mountain was pressing down on them.
Suddenly, there was no more sound. All the martial artists sat upright and still!
When everyone's attention was once again focused on the altar, Xiao Chen extended his hand and pointed at the illusory map.
"The path above refers to the safe path. These paths bypass dangerous jungles, mountain streams, and swamps. The small cities that appear on the path are located in places that are easy to defend and difficult to attack. They are all places with abundant resources. They are all good places to establish a clan!"
Speaking of this, Xiao Chen paused and looked at the crowd below the altar, who was trying their best to suppress their excitement. Finally, Xiao Chen said loudly, "Where are the disciples of the God of War Palace!"
In the next moment, twenty-six young cultivators arrived at the foot of the altar and prostrated themselves before Xiao Chen.
"The disciples of the God of War Palace greet the leader!"
26 disciples of the God of War Palace, 26 Heavenly Building Realm martial artists!
None of these people's bone age was over 25 years old. Placed in the regions near the desolate border, they could also be regarded as genius martial artists!
"These are the disciples of the God of War Palace!"
"Could it be that the God of War Palace really has such a good fortune that allows those who enter to be reborn?"
The surroundings became silent again. All kinds of complicated gazes fell on the 26 disciples of the God of War Palace.
Compared to the shock of the older generation martial artists, the younger martial artists were more shocked and even jealous. Among them, there was no lack of martial artists who had participated in the God of War Palace's assessment but had been eliminated.
In just a few years, there was a huge gap between the martial artists who were originally at the same level!
"The God of War Palace, the place where the desolate border's resources and cultivation techniques converge. The Legend Gu Yuan built the mansion with all his might. As expected, we are left in the dust!"
At this moment, some of the old monsters had already made a decision to send the younger generation of their tribe to the God of War Palace for cultivation!
Looking at the group of martial artists kneeling below, Xiao Chen's eyes flickered. These people were the seeds that the Gu Yuan Tribe had scattered outside. One day, they would grow into towering trees.
Woo woo woo!
The deep horn sounded again, desolate and long, piercing the sky.
Ha!
A hundred strong men shouted in unison, and the cowhide drum shook the sky.
"Are you all really willing to leave the God of War Palace and go out to the desolate wilderness to gather your people and establish your tribe?"
Xiao Chen shouted. His eyes were like torches, and an invisible aura pressed down on the people below!
"Disciple is willing!"
The 26 disciples of the God of War Palace bowed again and shouted loudly.
"Good!"
As Xiao Chen's voice fell, a young boy squeezed out from the crowd below, holding a small cauldron about a foot in his arms.
"Little Rock is here!"
The little fellow stumbled and mumbled incoherently. He walked toward the altar where Xiao Chen was and climbed up the steps that led to the top of the altar. However, the steps were still a little too tall for him!
The little fellow used both his hands and feet to climb up the steps. He hugged the small cauldron tightly in his arms and refused to let go!
The Divine Cauldron of Fortune!
At this moment, everyone's eyes were looking at the treasure in the little fellow's arms. Even some people's breathing became rapid!
This was the treasure that countless wandering warriors dreamed of. This was a treasure that allowed them to gather destiny and take root without wandering around!
At this moment, there was no sound in the surroundings. Everyone was paying attention to the little fellow's actions.
There was a reason why a tribe's young child would carry a divine item up the altar. Children's minds were the purest, and the destiny of a tribe could only have their own tribe's destiny.
Moreover, there was also a hidden meaning. Children were the future of the tribe, and it implied that there would be endless descendants and that the tribe would continue to flourish.
Finally, the little fellow climbed to the top of the altar, sweating profusely. He struggled to carry the divine cauldron in his arms and came in front of Xiao Chen.
"Prosperous destiny, endless descendants!"
A tender voice sounded from the altar. The little hand struggled to lift the divine cauldron towards Xiao Chen.
Buzz!
The divine cauldron emitted a ball of purple light that floated in midair. Xiao Chen reached out and picked up the little fellow. His original expression also relaxed.
"Where is Xue Zhu!"
"Disciple is here!"
At the altar below, a warrior who had been kneeling on the ground accepted the order!
He stood up and walked up the steps on the altar. He stopped several dozen feet away from Xiao Chen and bowed again.
"This is the Purple Bamboo Forest Mountain Range. It is located in the northern region of the desolate border. There are tens of thousands of miles of wilderness in front of the mountain range. It is rich in resources!"
Xiao Chen did not hesitate and pointed at a large mountain in the northern region of the desolate border.
"Today, as the lord of the desolate border, I give you the land of a hundred thousand miles around the Purple Bamboo Forest Mountain Range!"
"Gather the people, expand the territory, and establish the tribe!"
Buzz!
In an instant, the floating divine cauldron of destiny hummed and smashed towards Xue Zhu's chest.
"Today, a desolate border warrior, Xue Zhu, has received the grace of the Desolate Border Noble Lord and is bestowed with a divine item to establish a tribe."
In the next moment, a drop of blood from Xue Zhu's heart landed on the divine cauldron. The divine cauldron floated above his head.
"Today, warrior Xue Zhu establishes a middle-grade Purple Bamboo Battalion!"
"Approved!"
In the next moment, Xiao Chen's voice sounded!
Rumble!
In the sky, the Gu Yuan Tribe's spirit python of destiny roared. Purple energy surged like an ocean. An extremely small wisp of purple energy fell from the sky and entered the small cauldron of destiny above Xue Zhu's head.
Buzz buzz buzz!
At the same time, on the Ten Thousand Tribe Stele, the name of the Purple Bamboo Battalion appeared at the bottom of the many middle-grade tribe records.
Although the Purple Bamboo Battalion had been granted a title by Xiao Chen, there was only Xue Zhu at the moment. He was just a figurehead!
"The middle-grade Purple Bamboo Battalion of the desolate border greets the Noble Lord!"
In the next moment, Xue Zhu kowtowed to Xiao Chen again and bowed!
"In the future, the Purple Bamboo Battalion will respect the Noble Lord's Gu Yuan Tribe. We will pay tribute to you every year and be ready to be summoned to conquer the great wilderness with the Noble Lord!"
Xiao Chen naturally accepted it. From now on, the Purple Bamboo Battalion would be a middle-grade battalion under the Gu Yuan Tribe!