After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 293 Imperial Edict to Yongyi, Alliance of Juyue

Yongyi Sandy Land, northwest direction.

One Tier 5 warship and four Tier 4 warships from the Blazing Flame tribe entered the sparsely vegetated area from the sandy land.

After traveling for several more days, they finally entered a place shrouded in black smoke.

The fifth-tier warship was modified from the previously captured Wind and Thunder Flying Boat. The internal cabins were reinforced, the Yinglong runes inside became brilliant again, and witch cannons were installed on it.

The five warships were filled with young people from the Blazing Flame Tribe, including Yan Jiang, Yan Song, Lu Chen, and others who were at the Divine Realm, as well as many more who were below the Divine Realm.

There are dozens of clansmen at the Quasi-God Realm, and thousands at the Heavenly Vein Realm.

There were also over a hundred third-tier wizards, led by Shen Can's grand-disciple Yan Tan, and over a thousand second-tier peak wizards.

"Is this where the old black tortoise cultivated?"

"The smell here is a bit foul, like after a volcanic eruption. If I have the chance when I go down, I'll take some soil and rocks back with me to study them carefully."

"Look, a meteorite has landed."

"This area is riddled with holes. Could it all be from meteorites hitting it? This place is the only place where meteorites frequently fall."

At this moment, the deck of the warship was full of figures, looking around curiously.

On the fifth-tier warship, Yan Wanyun and Lord Jishan were also present, surrounded by a group of young people from the Blazing Flame Tribe.

Over the decades, the Jishanbo tribe has almost been assimilated by the scorching flames.

This was not a deliberate act of annexation by the Zhiyan tribe, but it was an inevitable result.

Both tribes are located in Ji. On the Zhiyan tribe's side, various magical artifacts, flying boats, and other tools that facilitate the lives of martial artists are commonplace, attracting the younger generation of the Jishan tribe.

Perhaps some older members of the clan are resistant, but in recent years, Jishan, like Zhiyan, has been undergoing large-scale recuperation and development, with a large number of young people emerging. Even if the older generation is resistant, their influence is gradually weakening.

As the clan leader, Lord Jishan had already noticed this when Zhiyan had just been promoted to the rank of Lord.

As the leading figure of Jishan, the Earl of Jishan had completely different thoughts and ways of doing things compared to the corrupt Earls of Yongyi such as Tianzheng and Qingyang.

These differences stem from the Bo tribe itself, as well as from the experiences of the Bo lord of Jishan.

As for the Earl of Jishan personally, he was never the heir carefully cultivated by the Jishan Earl's clan.

In his youth, he was a pure warrior who traveled the world as a wandering knight. He had little to do with the affairs of the tribe, and the tribe's inheritance and development were left to the elders.

If it weren't for Xiao Yang's plot, the younger generation of the Jishan Earl's tribe would have been almost wiped out, and the Jishan Earl would never have taken up the Jishan banner. In fact, he became the Earl because he was forced by circumstances.

From the time the Earl of Jishan succeeded to the position of Earl, to the rise of the Blazing Flame and the three clans joining forces to wipe out the Tyrant Yang, the Earl of Jishan and the elders struggled to support Jishan and the Jishan people.

Compared to the Yongyi Tianzheng and other chieftain tribes, the chieftain of Jishan was more responsible and more eager for his people to live well.

The power of the Blazing Flame Clan was secondary; what truly moved Lord Jishan was the way of life of the Blazing Flame Clan.

Now, the Blazing Flame has defeated the Holy Envoy Clan and is heading south to annihilate the Bifang, Tianzheng, and other tribes; its momentum is unstoppable.

Zhiyan did not take forceful action. With the powerful clan strength, the Jishanbo tribe would be integrated sooner or later.

Since Zhiyan cherishes old friendships and his clansmen can live better lives, the Earl of Jishan will naturally not be ungrateful.

The reason why Yan Wanyun and the Earl of Jishan were on the warship this time was to prepare for a matter.

Zhiyan ordered Yongyi to convene a meeting of all the chieftains of Yongyi.

Since the Marquis of Yongshan, Zhiyan is the first Marquis in eight thousand years to possess the strength to integrate the various tribes of Yongyi.

On the warship, apart from the two Earls who were close to the Blazing Flame, the rest were members of the Blazing Flame Earl's delegation.

This imperial edict to Yongyi provides a good opportunity for these young clansmen to travel to Yongyi and see what different parts of Yongyi are like.

……

Black smoke billowed from the mountains, and there were traces of fire everywhere.

Within the large cracks in the ground, magma was flowing, emitting billowing heat.

A little over a month ago, this place experienced another meteor shower of fire, and the wildfire burned continuously for more than half a month before gradually being extinguished.

Click!

A small mountain, a thousand feet high, suddenly moved, and the ashes of the grass and trees covering it were scattered by the wind.

The old black tortoise shook its body, sending all the dust and rubble from the city flying off its shell.

It stood up from its spot, its head suddenly reaching a height of 1,800 zhang, and the distance from its head to its tail reached 3,800 zhang.

The metal city that once occupied the entire back of the turtle has now become a small city in the middle of the shell.

call!
The old tortoise exhaled a breath, instantly transforming into a stream of air that blew the surrounding black smoke aside.

"This place is nice, but the thick smoke is too choking."

Then, a thunderous sound came from its two nostrils, and two pieces of black, stubborn snot were blown out, hitting the ground with two thuds.

Four legs, each over a hundred feet thick, were like giant pillars; with a gentle step, the ground trembled beneath their feet.

However, the old black tortoise soon felt a repulsive force rising from the earth, and its huge body floated up gently.

As its cultivation on the path of the stars became more and more advanced, it felt the gap between itself and the earth became more and more severe.

Of course, this is not necessarily a bad thing; the sense of separation transmitted from the earth allows it to float and fly at high speed.

Although it has not yet reached the peak of the Divine Treasure Realm, the old Xuan Turtle felt that if it were to withstand a slap from a fifth-level opponent, as long as it could retract into its shell in time, it could rely on its strong flesh and blood vitality to avoid being slapped to death.

This path of cultivation is quite mystical. As it absorbs the power of the stars, the star map within its body begins to expand continuously, thus pulling its body along with it, causing it to expand as well.

Although the earth seemed to repel him, the old tortoise still instinctively took two steps before hovering in mid-air.

Beside the old tortoise, the clone was suspended about ten feet off the ground, taller and larger than the old tortoise, and a full five thousand feet long.

It's like a mountain range, stretching across the land.

Even though a meteor shower fell in this area again last month, the two of them had absorbed most of the stellar energy that existed here over the past few decades.

Let alone a single meteor shower, to restore the previous level of free-flowing stellar power, even dozens or hundreds of more showers might not be enough; it would require at least a thousand years of nurturing.

But this is indeed a good place to cultivate the power of stars. There is no longer any free-floating star power on the ground, but the stars in the night sky are extremely bright.

In addition, there's a story behind the frequent shooting stars that fall here.

Unfortunately, the clone has not yet broken through the quicksand layer in the sky, so it is unable to glimpse the scene of the next higher heaven.

"Let's go."

A burst of starlight surged from the clone's body, like a star exploding, and its enormous body instantly transformed into the appearance of a young boy.

Then, it flew onto the old black tortoise.

The moment it landed on the shell, the old black tortoise, suspended in mid-air, swayed violently, prompting it to mutter, "Doesn't it know how much it weighs?"

Fortunately, the clone regained control of the body in an instant.

Now, the clone's identity has been adjusted, and it has become a guardian elder of the Blazing Flame Tribe, responsible for beating people up.

This time, the clan sent a large delegation, and my clone is the leader of the delegation.

The old tortoise headed towards the sandy area, and was about to meet the tribesmen sent by its members.

Sure enough, they hadn't gone far when they saw several warships flying overhead.

"The mountain is moving, and the old Xuan Turtle has grown so big."

The five warships appeared so small when they approached the old black tortoise, and then landed on its back one by one.

……

Sandy land.

Giant Shabo tribe.

The sandy land is vast, but because of the endless yellow sand, the number of humans living here is not very large, only slightly better than the people of Jidi.

Jusha Oasis is the largest oasis in the sandy land. It is formed by a branch of the Juyue Mountains extending southward, creating a relatively independent mountain range.

The mountain peaks reach into the clouds and are covered in snow. Meltwater from the snow flows down the mountain range year-round, forming a giant sand basin oasis.

It is precisely because of the surrounding yellow sand that the Jusha Basin is so independent.

Within the basin, there was only one human tribe, Jusha, and the rest were vassal tribes of Jusha.

On the edge of the giant sand basin, where yellow sand meets greenery, small tribes live.

On this day, someone suddenly sensed that the yellow sand was shaking, and the grains of sand began to jump in place. Among the wild beasts, the sand beasts jumped out in fright.

A dull, rhythmic thumping sound rang out, causing the humans in the small tribe to look up and gaze around.

Finally, as someone gazed into the distance at the undulating yellow sand, they spotted a giant shadow taking a step.

"Giant... giant..."

The humans in the small tribe were stunned.

Seeing a colossal beast, as large as a mountain, striding towards them, many people were so frightened that they immediately burrowed into the sand.

"The Divine Turtle!"

"It's a divine turtle!"

The old Xuan Turtle used a lush old tree to shade itself. Although it could levitate, it still preferred to walk on its feet. The old Xuan Turtle, its head held high, surveyed the surroundings and had already spotted the small tribe. It simply walked around it.

Our destination is the Jushab tribe.

There's just one thing: send a few people from Jusha to Zhiyan for a meal, so everyone can sit together and chat.

In order to ensure that everyone went willingly, and in order to speed things up, Old Turtle had to personally go and pick people up.

The people of this small tribe watched as the old black tortoise disappeared into the distance, leaving behind grains of sand still tumbling on the ground. They felt as if the divine tortoise had moved incredibly fast.

The Jushabe tribe truly lives up to its reputation as the largest tribe in the desert, with its territory surrounded by numerous lakes and marshes.

The lakeside embankment is built with sturdy long stone blocks, and the dark black color on the surface of the stones tells you that the lakeside for storing water has been built for a long time.

Although the old black tortoise was seen by the humans in the giant sand basin as it traveled, they could not relay the message as quickly as it did.

So even if someone wanted to report news to the Giant Sands tribe, they were running after them like crazy.

Huge ripples spread across the vast expanse of water, forming waves that crashed against the lakeshore.

The golden city, surrounded by a giant lake, was already filled with people.

There was also a giant of yellow sand, hundreds of feet tall, standing atop the city wall.

But as the giant tortoise, moving like a mountain in the distance, appeared in the sunken eyes of the Sand Giant, revealing only fear.

More than thirty years ago, the news that the Zhiyan tribe had marched south and destroyed the Bifang, Tianzheng and other tribes had also reached the Jusha tribe.

But the old Xuan Turtle was only a little over three hundred feet in size back then, and now the two are no longer comparable.

At over 300 feet, they could still put up a fight, but with a body that's more than ten times larger, if they were to collide, the Giant Sand Clan's territory would probably crumble.

Before the golden city, the tribal soldiers, weapons in hand, felt their hands sweating profusely. Could their weapons even pierce the skin of this giant beast?

The old black tortoise stopped a thousand feet away from the thousand cities of the Giant Sands tribe.

Where is the person in charge?

The sound boomed and carried far.

After a moment's hesitation, the giant of yellow sand stepped out of the city and stood in front of it.

He was none other than Sha Wanli, the Lord of Jusha.

In this situation, there's no way to stay out; there's no stopping them.

"Lord of the Jusha tribe, may I ask what brings you here, esteemed guest?"

Then, the fifth-tier warship on the old black tortoise took off and headed towards the direction of the yellow sand giant.

When the two ships were less than ten zhang apart, the warships hovered.

Yan Jiang appeared before the giant, holding a blazing battle flag topped with a fluffy ball of fur.

Having witnessed the magnificence of the old Xuan Turtle, the hundred-zhang-tall giant of yellow sand could no longer stir his emotions.

"Yan Jiang, the War Envoy of the Blazing Flame Tribe!"

Yan Jiang first introduced himself. According to the agreement before they came, they would take turns to visit the various tribes as war envoys.

Sha Wanli stared at Yan Jiang with his empty eyes and could tell at a glance that Yan Jiang was only at the early stage of the Divine Treasure Realm.

Similarly, we can see that Yan Jiang is not very old, not even a hundred years old.

To be able to advance to the Divine Realm at such a young age is an absolute sign of exceptional talent in Yongyi. In the entire Jushabo tribe, not every generation produces such a genius.

Although Yan Jiang's strength was at the early stage of the Divine Treasury realm, Sha Wanli did not show any sign of underestimating him.

For no other reason than the sight of this fifth-tier warship, the enormous tortoise, and the figure of a young man sitting cross-legged on the tree atop it—all of these things required his attention.

His aura was as deep as the sea; he felt a little dizzy after just one glance.

Could it be the fifth rank?
Even if the person disembarking from the warship was a baby, this young-looking cultivator would still be someone blessed by heaven and earth, and he would praise him to the skies.

As a gust of yellow sand surged, Sha Wanli transformed into a middle-aged martial artist.

"I wonder what brings you, esteemed envoy, to my Jusha tribe?"

Sha Wanli patiently asked again.

"I, the Zhiyanbo tribe, hold a grand ancestral sacrifice at the temple to welcome the heroic souls of the Yongshanbo tribe and the Daidi envoys."

"We learned that the Marquis of Yongshan had made an alliance with the people of Dai to jointly attack the local antlers of Dai."

"Although eight thousand years have passed and the Marquis is no more, I, Zhiyan, have inherited the Marquis's legacy and should fulfill my promise to fight the earthworms and save the people of Dai."

"Now I, Zhiyan, issue an edict to all the tribes of Yong, to convene an alliance at the foot of Juyue Mountain."

"Giant Shab tribe, receive the order!"

As Yan Jiang finished speaking, the old Xuan's clone on the treetop slowly turned its gaze to Sha Wanli.

His gaze was neither joyful nor sorrowful, but as bright as a starry sea, deep and boundless.

Upon learning that the Black Bird was still alive, the Venerable One understood that once the Black Bird awoke, the people of Yongyi would be killed one by one.

This is not something that can be avoided simply by avoiding it. In the eyes of the Black Bird, this hatred does not belong to any one person, but to the entire human race of Yongyi.

In the end, the Yongyi people will have to pay this debt.

Otherwise, the Holy Envoy Clan wouldn't have been tasked with inspecting the various parts of Yongyi every few decades.

This is clearly intended so that once it awakens, it can learn about the situation in Yongyi through the information recorded in these jade slips.

The banner of the Marquis of Yongshan still carries considerable weight in Yongyi. Not all marquisates are like Tianzheng or Qingyang; there are still quite a few marquisates like Jishan.

At that time, these tribes that do not forget the Marquis of Yongshan will be able to shoulder more important responsibilities.

"Marquis of Yongshan!"

On the city wall of the Giant Sand Clan, the many clansmen gathered around were all astonished.

Everyone had heard of this name, but it had only been a topic of conversation before.

At this moment, the Marquis of Yongshan was suddenly mentioned, and when he looked at the giant tortoise in front of him, the legend of the Marquis of Yongshan suddenly came to life.

……

Sha Wanli was momentarily stunned when his clone looked at him like that.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the surge of blood coursing through his body, he said, "Sha Wanli of the Jushabo tribe receives the order!"

"War Envoy and everyone else, you may enter the clan city to rest for a while."

Yan Jiang straightened the envoy's flag and said, "Without further ado, Lord Sha should arrange the affairs of the tribe and set off with my tribe's giant tortoise."

This made Sha Wanli hesitate.

At this moment, the Earl of Jishan stepped out from the fifth-tier warship.

“Lord Sha, it has been two hundred years since we parted ways in Yu.”

Upon seeing the Earl of Jishan, Sha Wanli's hesitation began to dissipate.

"Then please wait a moment while I arrange some clan affairs."

About fifteen minutes later, Sha Wanli flew out of the city with an elder and landed on the warship.

As the warship flew past the clone, Sha Wanli and the other person bowed respectfully from afar.

The clone nodded and closed its eyes.

When the warships landed outside the city on the turtle's back, Sha Wanli saw figures lined up at the city gate.

Each figure was tall and upright, with vigorous blood and energy. They were all at the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm and looked so young. In the Giant Sands tribe, they would all be considered the future generation of the clan.

As expected of the Bo tribe that inherited the Yongshan legacy and destroyed Tianzheng and Aoshan decades ago.

The sheer strength of the Blazing Flame Clan can be glimpsed from the hundreds of soldiers arrayed in formation.

"Please, Lord Jusha, please rest in the city for a while."

Lord Jishan pulled Sha Wanli off the warship and walked past the Blazing Flame Clan soldiers lined up at the city gate.

After entering the city, Sha Wanli subconsciously looked up and surveyed the metal city.

They saw figures sitting cross-legged above the houses, some wearing shaman robes, their bodies brimming with divine consciousness.

Like the powerful, bloodthirsty figures of the tribal soldiers arrayed at the city gate, they filled the entire city.

Some of them even possessed an aura that surpassed the level of the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm.

Sha Wanli felt a little dizzy. These geniuses, a rarity in his family, were as numerous as carp crossing a river in this small city.

His perception was somewhat shattered.

With a giant tortoise at the fifth rank and so many young bloodlines, how many times would the ancestral tombs of the Blazing Flame Clan have to be blown up to produce such a scene of geniuses raining down?

"Brother Sha, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I was just a little dizzy when I got on the giant tortoise."

(End of this chapter)