Chapter 0570: The Ancient Clan

Several elders of the Lanbo Clan arrived, landed, and scanned the surroundings with puzzled expressions.
“The fluctuations of combat energy from just now must have originated from around here,” said a fat old man with a high-pitched voice, his eyes narrowed into slits, his face covered in fat—Heibai, the chief elder of the Lanbo Clan and a powerful ruler.
“Strange, but there are no signs of a fight here!” added a thin old man. Though thin, his voice was extremely loud, causing a ringing in people’s ears. This thin old man was Sete, the second elder of the Lanbo Clan.
The five of them were discussing matters in the main hall of the Lanbo Clan headquarters when suddenly they sensed two extremely strong energy fluctuations. Startled, they all rushed over immediately.
The other members also looked puzzled.
The two powerful energy fluctuations disappeared too quickly—vanishing as soon as they left the Lanbo Clan headquarters. They searched the area again but found nothing.
“Just now, the clan sent a message saying that Tret’s soul mark in the ancestral hall has disappeared!” Heibai suddenly said, his expression dark. He had just received a message from the guardians of the ancestral hall.
“What?! Tret’s soul mark has disappeared!” Sete and the others’ expressions changed—they knew what this meant.
Silence ensued.
“Could it be?!” One elder looked around thoughtfully.
Heibai and the others understood what he meant. The energy fluctuations they had sensed earlier might be related to Tret. If so, then?!
Assuming one of the earlier energy fluctuations belonged to Tret and disappeared instantly, that meant the other party’s strength was astonishing!
“Let’s go back first!” Heibai said.
When the five returned to the Lanbo Clan headquarters, they received a message from the clan leader summoning all the elders to the main hall.
Sting, the father of Reddi, who was killed by the Yellow Dragon, also rushed to the Lanbo Clan headquarters after receiving news of Tret’s death.
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“Master, those two girls won’t reveal anything, right?” Wind-Flame Dragon Zerom asked after they left.
“What do you think?” the Yellow Dragon asked with a calm smile.
Zerom shook his beast head, pondered for a moment, then grinned. “They probably won’t.”
Logically, they wouldn’t. The Yellow Dragon had saved them, so they wouldn’t turn against him. Besides, revealing this would not benefit them either. After all, Tret of the Lanbo Clan died because of them. If the Lanbo Clan found out, they would likely blame them.
“Everything has exceptions,” the Yellow Dragon mused.

Although under normal circumstances the two women wouldn’t reveal this matter, no one could guarantee they would truly keep quiet. But for Huang Long, it didn’t matter even if they did spread the news. After all, it was just a Primordial God—nothing that could disturb the Supreme God. It was similar to the intermediate divine realms: if a peerless warrior from the Luning family died, it wouldn’t affect the Primordial God at all. However, right now, Huang Long’s top priority was to find the Dragon Head of the Chaos Divine Dragon first. After merging with it, he would use its power to slay one of those corpses and advance to the quasi-saint realm. Once he reached that realm, even facing a Supreme God King, Huang Long would have a chance to resist with the supreme innate treasure, the Chaos Bell. “Mori must have returned to the Chaos Divine Realm, right?!” Huang Long couldn’t help but think of Mori. And what would Mori do once back in the Chaos Divine Realm? He surely wouldn’t reveal the Chaos Bell or the Tree of the Netherworld, just like the former leader of the Red Demon clan. While Huang Long and the others were on their way to the Divine Wasteland, quite a stir arose on the calm waters of the Kale Continent. Elder Tret of the Lanbo family had been killed! Although the Lanbo family was highly secure, no wall was impenetrable, and news spread quickly to various cities across the Kale Continent. The death of a Primordial God warrior meant little in the eyes of the Supreme God, but for the various divine warriors on the Kale Continent, it was like a thunderclap. Generally, Primordial God warriors rarely died. In the Chaos Divine Realm, unless someone angered the Supreme God, the Supreme God wouldn’t attack a Primordial God. And if the Supreme God didn’t intervene, it would be extremely difficult for a Primordial God to kill another Primordial God warrior! Yet now, Elder Tret of the Lanbo family had been killed by an unknown warrior! There were even rumors that Tret had been killed in a single strike! Although the news wasn’t entirely true, it still indicated the immense strength of the person who killed Elder Tret. For a time, there was much discussion in the cities of the Kale Continent. A month passed in the blink of an eye. One month after Tret’s death, Huang Long and the others finally arrived at the Divine Wasteland. Huang Long was aware of the discussions on the Kale Continent, but he didn’t take them to heart. During this month, Huang Long had merged Tret’s Primordial God essence with Fenghuo Dragon Lin Zherom. Now, Zherom had become a Primordial God warrior. Warner and the others could only feel endless envy. Of course, Warner and the others had also obtained quite a bit of Primordial God essence. With the power from that essence, their strength had improved significantly over these days.

Over the past month or so, Huang Long had also absorbed the power from those severed dragon whiskers, but there was no significant improvement, which was within Huang Long’s expectations. Meanwhile, after integrating the branch purchased on Tianjie Street, the Netherworld Divine Tree underwent considerable changes—the emerald glow became even stronger, and its white jade roots grew considerably thicker. The aura of the Netherworld Divine Tree grew increasingly profound and vast. Huang Long even felt that this tree might be the key to his eventual path to sainthood. Though somewhat absurd, as Huang Long’s strength grew and the aura of the Netherworld Divine Tree intensified, this feeling became more and more urgent. In the Pangu World, there were five innate spiritual roots: the Ginseng Fruit Tree (Earth), the Bodhi Root (Metal), the Gourd (Fire), the Peach Tree Root (Water), and the Yellow Pear (Wood). Among them, Zhunti Daoren, one of the two major religious leaders in the West, achieved sainthood by possessing the Bodhi Root. However, Huang Long knew that the current Netherworld Divine Tree was incomplete; only by finding other parts and integrating them all could it reach the level of Pangu’s five innate spiritual roots or even surpass the Bodhi Root. As he thought this, Huang Long shook his head and sighed—it was too early to consider such things; he hadn’t even broken through to the quasi-saint realm, let alone achieve sainthood. After entering the Divine Wasteland, Huang Long and his companions headed straight into its depths. The Divine Wasteland was enormous, larger than the Kale Continent, roughly equivalent to the combined area of the three continents in the Chaos Divine Realm. More than ten days later, Huang Long and his group were still in the outer regions of the Divine Wasteland. Along the way, they encountered many monsters. All kinds of beasts from the intermediate divine realm were present here, such as the ancient beasts of the netherworld and the prison beasts of hell. One day, Huang Long and his group landed on a mountain of moderate height. In the Divine Wasteland, there were layers of mountains, dense forests, and ancient trees, with occasional roars of monsters heard in the distance. Here, Huang Long felt as though he had returned to the primordial times of Pangu. Upon landing on the mountain, Huang Long frowned. With the Divine Wasteland being so vast, searching for the head of the Chaos Divine Dragon was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He felt frustrated. “Master, look,” said a tall and strong man beside Huang Long, pointing in the distance. In the distance, smoke rose from villages scattered across the land. Huang Long’s heart stirred, and he said, “Let’s go take a look.” In the Divine Wasteland lived the ancient human race. Huang Long knew that he and his companions had encountered the ancient human race. … Luntie, as the chief of the ancient human ape tribe, glared angrily at the serpent people ahead. “Bos, you’re despicable and shameless!” Luntie shouted at an old, tall man at the forefront of the serpent people. Millions of apes behind Luntie also glared angrily at the serpent people.

Everywhere, there are wars and battles; the strong rule as kings while the weak become slaves. Ancient tribes have also been engaged in endless wars and fights for trillions of years.
“Hehe, shameless? Despicable? So what? Lunte, it’s only because you’re too naive. Do you really think we’d ever ally with you?!” Bos’s green eyes gleamed with the cold light of a venomous snake, and the snake scales at the corners of his eyes emitted a blue glow in the sunlight.
A few days ago, the alliance between the two tribes was nothing but his trick. On the day of the alliance, the Snake People’s forces suddenly attacked, working in collusion with the outsiders, causing heavy casualties among the Ape People.
“You!” Lunte was furious. His son, who was part of the alliance side, had been killed by them. The thought of his son’s tragic death filled him with rage, and he wished he could tear that beautiful woman beside Bos to pieces.
It was this very woman who had killed his son—his son’s beloved woman!
At that moment, she was looking at him coldly, as if mocking his and his son’s ignorance.
“Hehe, old Lunte, how about it? Better submit to us! If you submit, I might spare your life!” Bos sneered.
“Tch! Submit to you, Bos?” Lunte laughed in anger, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. “Kill them!” With that, he charged at the Snake People first.
Millions of Ape People followed, rushing at the Snake People like a tide.
Bos sneered and also ordered his men to attack, while simultaneously flying at Lunte.
“Master, shall we intervene?” As the Ape People and Snake People fought below, more than a dozen people appeared in the sky—none other than Huang Long and the others. It was Wind-Flame Dragon Lin Zherom who spoke.
Huang Long hadn’t expected this to happen. He had heard clearly what Lunte and Bos had said earlier. After pondering for a moment, he said, “Just drive back the Snake People.”
Upon hearing Huang Long’s agreement, Wind-Flame Dragon Lin Zherom’s face lit up with joy. “Master, rest assured!” With that, he let out a roar and descended with Warner and the others, joining the fierce battle between the two tribes.
Zherom’s first target was Bos.
Bos was truly unlucky. Just after fighting with Lunte, suddenly the sky darkened above him. When he looked up, he saw a huge, furry thigh, which then kicked him flying.
Although Bos was an unparalleled warrior, nearly at the peak of his power, he couldn’t withstand Zherom’s kick. He crashed to the ground, turning into a mess of mud.
Bos’s screams echoed around.
Both the Ape People and Snake People stood frozen, staring at Bos’s corpse, unable to react.