Chapter 0274: Valley of Poisonous Winds

“Really?” Bog and the others showed delight.
According to Huang Long, if the Dark Moon Tribe also sent their sacred realm to the Divine Transformation Pool to refine their divine essence and transform their bodies, then they could all go together, which would be much safer.
From what he had learned in recent days, the Dark Moon Tribe’s sacred realm alone had over a thousand people.
“Only…” Ming Yu hesitated.
Huang Long asked, “Only what?”
Ming Yu smiled bitterly and quickly said, “It’s just that in these Purple Spirit Mountains, it’s not up to us smaller tribes to decide whether our sacred realms go to the Divine Transformation Pool.”
“It’s not up to you?” Huang Long frowned, guessing the implication, and Bog and the others also understood.
“In these Purple Spirit Mountains, if the sacred realms of the various tribes want to go to the Divine Transformation Pool, they must first register at the Purple Spirit Palace,” Ming Yu explained.
“The Purple Spirit Palace?” Huang Long looked at Ming Yu.
“Yes. The Purple Spirit Palace was built by the Ten Great Purple Spirit Families. After registering there, on the designated day, all sacred realms will gather at the palace, and they will be escorted by the Ten Great Families of the Lans family to the Holy Literature Mansion. Each registered sacred realm will be charged one hundred divine stones,” Ming Yu said, his face filled with anger and helplessness.
“What?! One hundred divine stones per sacred realm?!” Bog and the others exclaimed.
“Isn’t that outright robbery?!” Gusta’s fat face trembled as he spoke angrily.
Refining a divine essence and transforming a body at the Divine Transformation Pool only cost five hundred divine stones. Although it was expensive, it was worth it, as it involved becoming a god. But the Lans family and others charged one hundred divine stones under the guise of escorting them—this was pure robbery!
Ming Yu sighed. “They are indeed robbing us, but none of our tribes dare say anything! If anyone dares to secretly send their tribe’s sacred realm to the Holy Literature Mansion’s Divine Transformation Pool, they will be annihilated by the combined forces of the Lans family and others!”
This was the Underworld—a world of the strong preying on the weak. Smaller tribes like the Dark Moon Tribe could only endure humiliation in the face of the Ten Great Families like the Dark Moon and Lans families.
To resist meant death!
“Doesn’t the Supreme God care about this?!” Ork Nat couldn’t help but ask.
“Would the Supreme God care? The lofty Supreme God appears once every thousand years. They certainly won’t pay attention to such matters. Even the masters of the various mansions turn a blind eye,” Ming Yu said helplessly, shaking his head. “Many outstanding members of the Lans family and others serve as squad leaders in the Supreme God’s army. Even Eric, the current vice-head of the Lans family, is a battalion leader in the Supreme God’s army!”
“Squad leader? Battalion leader?” Bog and the others were puzzled.

“Each province has an army of 100 million to 1 billion under the Main God. In this army, there are small, medium, and large squad leaders. A small squad leader commands 100 people, a medium squad leader commands 10,000 people, while a large squad leader commands 1 million people!” Ming Yu said.
“A large squad leader commands 1 million people?!” Bog was shocked.
“That’s right!” Ming Yu showed an expression of envy and admiration.
In the Main God’s army, even just being a small squad leader meant one could act with great power.
“So how can one join the Main God’s army and become a large squad leader?” Gusta asked.
“The Main God’s army has 10 billion people, and large squad leaders emerge from among them. One must go through numerous life-and-death trials. First, one must become a small squad leader. If one passes the life-and-death trials to become a medium squad leader, then defeats a medium squad leader to become one. The same applies to large squad leaders. Of course, the prerequisite is that one must first become a soldier in the Main God’s army.” Ming Yu said with reverence, adding, “It’s easier to become a soldier in the Main God’s army. Generally, a mid-tier god with two or three types of primal forces can enter.”
Hearing this, Huang Long was intrigued—primal forces!
Huang Long had heard about primal forces from You Lai.
Water has nine attributes: heavy, light, soft, hard, cold, hot, aggregation, dispersion, and flow. Those who understand three or fewer of these attributes related to water are lower-tier gods; those who understand four to six are mid-tier gods; and those who understand seven to nine are upper-tier gods.
However, this is merely understanding.
For example, regarding the attribute of “heavy water,” there are first-layer heavy water, second-layer heavy water, fourth-layer heavy water, eighth-layer heavy water, and sixteenth-layer heavy water. If one only understands first-layer heavy water, it means they have grasped this attribute.
Understanding does not equal complete mastery.
As for primal forces, a godly powerhouse who has fully mastered the laws of water must fully comprehend the attribute of “heavy water” before they can generate primal forces related to it.
These primal forces are different from divine power, lying between divine power and Main God power.
Generally, a godly powerhouse who has generated primal forces is far stronger than one of the same rank who hasn’t.
Of course, those who understand three or fewer attributes are lower-tier gods, so a lower-tier god can have at most three primal forces, while a mid-tier god can have six, and an upper-tier god can have nine.
A lower-tier god with three primal forces is considered a peak lower-tier god. The same applies to mid-tier gods, while those upper-tier gods who have fully mastered all nine are called perfectly perfected upper-tier gods.
However, fully mastering all nine attributes is extremely difficult—perhaps not even one will appear in trillions of years!
Currently, there are no more than ten perfectly perfected upper-tier gods in the entire Netherworld!
No more than ten! Even fewer than the Main Gods!

Because to become the Supreme God does not necessarily require one to become a Great Perfection Upper God; an Upper God who has mastered seven to nine primordial forces and combined them with the Supreme Godhood can also become a Supreme God. Water has nine attributes, and so do gold, wood, fire, earth, wind, thunder, life, death, destruction, fate, light, and darkness—each also having nine. After Ming Yu left and explained things, the courtyard fell into silence. “Young master, shall we register together at the Purple Spirit Mountains and then go to the Holy Literature Mansion together, or shall we head there now?” Bog regained his composure and asked. “Let’s go together when the time comes,” said Huang Long. Anyway, Huang Long didn’t care about these more than two thousand divine stones; if he encountered some bandits along the way, he could earn them back. Moreover, the waiting time wasn’t long—half a year later would be the next time to travel from the Purple Spirit Mountain Divine Realm to the Holy Literature Mansion. During these six months, Huang Long planned to look for ingredients for crafting the Immortal Spirit Pill as well as materials for immortal artifacts. Earlier, Huang Long had learned from Ming Yu that one of the ingredients for the Immortal Spirit Pill, the Purple Spirit Ganoderma, could be found in a place called Poison Wind Valley near the Purple Spirit Mountains. Poison Wind Valley was occasionally shrouded in poisonous mists that even Lower Gods dared not approach; only powerful Gods of intermediate rank or above could enter. That day, Huang Long told Bog and the others to practice in the courtyard while he alone flashed off to Poison Wind Valley. Two days later, following the direction Ming Yu had indicated, Huang Long arrived at the entrance of Poison Wind Valley. The entrance was several miles wide, and the entire valley covered an area of about a hundred thousand square miles. It was already noon when Huang Long arrived, yet the valley was still filled with faint, wispy mists. With his Heavenly Immortal body, Huang Long naturally wasn’t afraid of the poison. After entering the valley, he expanded his divine sense and flew deeper into it. A few hours later, while flying in midair, Huang Long suddenly stopped in surprise and looked at a crack in a cliff ahead, where a small black three-leaf plant grew. “This is a clover,” Huang Long said with joy, never expecting to encounter one here. Although clover wasn’t an ingredient for the Immortal Spirit Pill, which enhanced immortal spiritual power, it was a rare ingredient for another pill, the Life-Prolonging Pill! The Life-Prolonging Pill was a pill that extended life and preserved the soul! Huang Long flew over, picked it, and put it into the Five Prison Divine Cauldron. After checking the surroundings and finding no more clovers, he continued on his journey. Although he didn’t find the Purple Spirit Ganoderma that day, Huang Long did discover many valuable things. Clearly, some things in the Netherworld hadn’t had their value recognized by anyone.

However, after two days in Poison Wind Valley, Huang Long still saw no sign of the Purple Ganoderma. Frowning, he wondered if it had truly been picked clean. From Ming Yu, he had learned that the Purple Ganoderma was also a rare medicinal herb in the Netherworld, so although it existed in Poison Wind Valley, it was extremely scarce. Another half day passed, and just as Huang Long was about to turn back, suddenly his gaze sharpened, and he felt joy—there it was! Behind a rock in a small corner beside a pond ahead, a Purple Ganoderma was emitting a faint purple glow. But just as Huang Long stepped forward to pick it, suddenly a sword beam shot toward him at lightning speed, arriving behind him in an instant. Startled, Huang Long teleported hundreds of feet away. At that moment, a gasp was heard; clearly, the attacker hadn’t expected Huang Long to dodge his sword. Then, over a dozen people emerged from the air. The first two were a young man and woman—the man handsome and the woman beautiful. “People from the Lans tribe and the Sam tribe!” Huang Long’s eyes turned cold as he observed their attire. Over the past few days in the Dark Moon Tribe, he had learned about the clothing styles of various tribes in the Purple Spirit Mountains and immediately recognized these people as belonging to the Lans and Sam tribes. Like the Lans tribe, the Sam tribe was also one of the ten major tribes in the Purple Spirit Mountains. “I didn’t expect this kid to dodge Webbs’ sword,” the young man said calmly. His golden hair shone in the sunlight. This golden-haired youth was from the Lans tribe, while the one who had attacked earlier was his subordinate, Webbs, a mid-tier god! The girl from the Sam tribe also stared at Huang Long with wide eyes, seemingly interested in how he had dodged Webbs’ sword. On the surface, Huang Long seemed to only possess the strength of a mid-tier god. The golden-haired youth glanced at the Purple Ganoderma below and said, “Webbs, go up and kill him. Take the Purple Ganoderma.” A mere mid-tier god like Huang Long certainly didn’t deserve his attention. In an area of hundreds of millions of miles, the Lans tribe reigned supreme! “Yes, Young Master Sid!” A middle-aged strong man behind the golden-haired youth replied respectfully. Just as he was about to attack Huang Long, the girl suddenly shouted, “Wait!” The middle-aged man, Webbs, stopped immediately and said respectfully, “Miss Moira, what instructions do you have?” Moira glanced at Huang Long, then turned to the golden-haired youth, Sid, and said, “Sid, forget it. Let’s go.”