Chapter 0560: Searching for the whereabouts of the Yellow Dragon

“Lord City Master, should we report this to our family?” asked a middle-aged man dressed like a steward in the grand hall, speaking respectfully to Sten.
The matter was neither major nor trivial—Reidli had been killed. From a broader perspective, it affected the reputation of the Lanbo family.
Sten glanced at the middle-aged man, staring at him coldly, his gaze as fierce as that of a venomous snake hunting its prey. The steward was instantly drenched in cold sweat. Only then did he realize he had overstepped his authority.
“Do you need to teach me what to do?” Sten said coldly, his tone laced with murderous intent.
Frightened, the man quickly replied, “I dare not!” His pores seemed to widen as he realized that if he weren’t a steward of the Lanbo family and thus held some regard in Sten’s eyes, he would likely already be dead.
“Get out!” Sten ordered.
The steward didn’t dare say another word and hurriedly left the hall.
After he left, Sten frowned and reflected on everything his subordinates had reported. Killing his own son with just one move? That meant the black-haired youth must be far beyond the Great Perfection stage—such a level was extremely rare; he was likely a Supreme God powerhouse!
A Supreme God powerhouse… well, dealing with him would be troublesome. But compared to the Lanbo family, it was merely a minor issue.
“Someone!” Sten called.
“Yes, Lord Sten,” replied a peerless warrior guard who entered respectfully. Although Sten was the city master of Noke City, he disliked being called “Lord City Master.”
“Go to Fas City,” Sten ordered, the Supreme God symbol on his forehead glowing.
The guard didn’t dare ask further and simply obeyed.
It took several days before Sten arrived in Fas City. Upon his arrival, Yi Lai, the city master of Fas City, and Gib from the El family came to greet him. Seeing Yi Lai and Gib, Sten naturally wore a gloomy expression. If it weren’t for Gib’s daughter, Bina, holding a martial arts competition to find a husband, his son wouldn’t have come and ended up dying.
And since his son died in Fas City, Yi Lai also bore some responsibility. However, since both of them were Supreme God powerhouses with strong backing, Yi Lai couldn’t do much to them.
“Gib, your daughter is indeed beautiful—no wonder so many people flocked to participate in the competition,” Sten said sarcastically, staring at Bina. Anyone could hear the mockery in his words.
Although Sten couldn’t directly take his anger out on Gib, he could still vent some of it on him.
Gib, the head of the El family, looked uneasy, forcing a smile. “My apologies.”

Steen snorted coldly.
Bina paled and hid behind her father.
Steen asked for details of what had happened, and Gib asked an elder from their family who was in charge of the arena at the time to explain everything in detail.
That elder must have been instructed by Gib to emphasize that Redli’s death was because he got in Steen’s way, and that Redli, being overconfident, tried to kill Steen only to be killed in return.
This statement clearly implied that Redli’s death was entirely his own fault and had nothing to do with the El family.
Steen’s expression darkened upon hearing this, but what they said was true.
Gib glanced at Steen’s face and sneered inwardly. Although the Lanbo family was among the top ten families in Kaler, their El family wasn’t some easy target to manipulate. If that idiot son of theirs died, so be it. There was no way the El family would suffer any consequences. Even if that idiot didn’t die this time, he would die somewhere else next time.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Yilei spoke up with a smile, “Right now, the most important thing is to find that dark-haired young man. He killed someone in my city of Fas. Chief Steen, rest assured—I’ll have people investigate him thoroughly and find out where he is.”
Steen sneered inwardly. Find out where he is? It was nothing but empty talk.
At that moment, Gib also vowed to capture that dark-haired young man and hand him over to the Lanbo family for punishment.
Although Steen knew their words were just an excuse, his expression improved significantly.
Huang Long was unaware that Steen, Gib, and Yilei had ordered a search for him. After leaving Fas City, he headed east.
Ten days later, he gradually approached a region called the Mor Mountains.
There were hundreds of factions of various sizes in these Mor Mountains. After investigating, Huang Long found that none of these factions had any major backing. Now, he intended to subdue these hundreds of factions to use them for his own benefit, so he could establish a foothold in this Chaotic Divine Realm.
Since Huang Long was new to this Chaotic Divine Realm, he generally wouldn’t act too openly.
After all, this wasn’t an intermediate divine realm—it had a Supreme God, whose power was beyond what Huang Long could currently match. In intermediate divine realms, Huang Long estimated he had only utilized two or three percent of his true strength.
And above the Supreme Gods, there were even stronger beings.
Over these ten days, Huang Long learned that above the Supreme Gods were Supreme God Kings, and above those were Holy King powerhouses.
“Holy King powerhouses,” Huang Long murmured to himself.

The mighty Holy Kings are mere illusions in the eyes of these godly beings in the Chaos Divine Plane, somewhat similar to the Supreme Gods as seen by the godly beings in the intermediate divine planes.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing?!” Just as Huang Long was lost in thought, a shout suddenly interrupted him. Looking up, he saw a patrol team blocking his path—hundreds of people, with the shout coming from the leading Upper God at the front.
Huang Long glanced around and saw the continuous mountain ranges behind the patrol team, realizing he had unknowingly arrived at the Moer Mountains.
Perhaps annoyed by Huang Long’s silence, the leading Upper God waved for his men to surround him.
“Speak! Are you sent by the Black Wind Gang?!” The Upper God demanded, staring at Huang Long with hostility.
Black Wind Gang? Huang Long was stunned.
It sounded like some kind of bandit gang from the mortal plane…
Seeing Huang Long’s unshaken expression, the Upper God, filled with anger, ordered his men to attack.
Huang Long shook his head and took no action; all the godly beings attacking him were frozen in place, including that Upper God.
The Upper God and his men had clearly never encountered such a thing before, their eyes filled with terror. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn’t break free.
A celestial symbol flashed on Huang Long’s forehead as he searched their souls. From the Upper God’s memories, Huang Long learned that they belonged to a faction on Qingning Peak in the Moer Mountains.
Among the more than 300 factions in the Moer Mountains, Qingning Peak ranked far behind, outside the top 200—considered one of the lower-tier factions.
After a while, Huang Long withdrew his divine consciousness, and the Upper God and his men regained their senses.
“You… you!” The Upper God and his men were panicked, not knowing what Huang Long had done to them.
But it wasn’t long before, after witnessing Huang Long’s powers, they all submitted and led him toward Qingning Peak.
“Huh, Jaraf, who is this young man?” As they approached Qingning Peak, another patrol team flew toward them. The leading Upper God asked the Upper God beside Huang Long, his gaze filled with confusion and wariness.
Jaraf hesitated, not knowing how to explain.
Seeing this, the Upper God became even more wary.
Huang Long, unwilling to waste words, repeated his earlier method and subdued Jaraf as well.
Along the way, as they headed toward Qingning Peak, nearly ten thousand godly beings followed Huang Long—these were all Qingning Peak’s external patrol teams.

“Stop!” When Huang Long arrived at Qingning Peak with these people, the higher-ups of Qingning Peak finally noticed the anomaly. A shout rang out, and soon, countless figures surged upward from Qingning Peak. There were hundreds of thousands of them, densely packed across the upper skies of Qingning Peak. Huang Long scanned with his divine sense and found that among these hundreds of thousands, there were only a little over 20,000 powerful gods. He shook his head—no wonder Qingning Peak ranked well below 200 among the more than 300 factions in the small Mor Mountain Range. The strongest among them was a middle-aged man with a thick black beard at the front, roughly on par with Lei Deli, extremely close to perfection. His expression was imposing without being angry, with eyes as large as half a fist. Huang Long knew this must be the leader of Qingning Peak. From Jaraf’s memories of the higher gods, he learned his name was Xido. “Who are you? Why have you taken people from Qingning Peak hostage?” Xido waved his hand to calm everyone down, then stared intently at Huang Long. He seemed to have good judgment, recognizing at a glance that Jaraf and the others were “hostaged” by Huang Long. Hostage? Huang Long shook his head. With a thought, he released six million mutated beasts. Although Bog, Brade, and the Huang family members hadn’t followed Huang Long to this Chaos Divine Realm, they had brought the mutated beasts they had tamed before, along with tens of millions of Red Demon Prison Beasts. The mutated beasts and Red Demon Prison Beasts had been training inside the Group of Immortals Pavilion. As Huang Long’s strength grew, he hadn’t used these beasts for over a hundred thousand years, but now they proved useful. Huang Long didn’t want to get his hands dirty. After all, these six million mutated beasts seemed more intimidating than he was on the surface. Sure enough, when the six million mutated beasts filled the upper skies of Qingning Peak, surrounding it completely, Xido and the once hostile gods of Qingning Peak lost all trace of hostility toward Huang Long, replaced by sheer terror. “Mutated beasts?!” Xido exclaimed in shock. Jaraf and the nearly ten thousand god-level warriors who had been tamed by Huang Long also stood frozen, staring at the six million mutated beasts in the sky. Huang Long hadn’t expected Xido to recognize the mutated beasts. Could there also be mutated beasts in this Chaos Divine Realm? “Um, sir!” After a while, Xido regained his composure and approached Huang Long, trembling as he said, “I wonder what orders you have for us at Qingning Peak?” His attitude had changed completely from before. Seeing Xido’s fearful expression, Huang Long knew he had subdued the first minor faction in this Chaos Divine Realm.