In the ancient palace, many experts gathered here. Among them, there were many young men and women. Their gazes were fixed on Qin Wentian, filled with curiosity.
They had heard too many legends about the Qin Wentian Clan and also knew what the Saint Lord meant. But when they saw the young countenance of Qin Wentian, they still felt that it was interesting.
"Gather our clansmen and return to our ancestral grounds." The middle-aged man spoke, his voice ringing out across this entire space. The experts from all directions started to move, and at the same time, there were people serving the people from the Namhwang Clan and the Immortal Qianbian Gate. That middle-aged man then spoke to Qin Wentian, "Saint Lord, regarding your identity, we might need Saint Lord to personally head to our ancestral grounds to explain things to the Saint Lord."
Qin Wentian fell silent for a moment before he nodded, "Sure."
"Entertain the guests well." The middle-aged man commanded. Someone obeyed and the middle-aged man brought Qin Wentian in another direction.
"Senior, is this place a world?" Qin Wentian curiously asked.
"Saint Lord, my name is Qi Dongliu. Saint Lord, you can just call me by my name, there's no need to refer to me as senior." Qi Dongliu hurriedly replied. "This place can indeed be considered a world, but it naturally cannot be compared to the outside world. The first-generation Saint Lord sealed this place and created the Three World Skies in order to help my clan find a place to settle down."
"Three World Skies?" Qin Wentian asked in bewilderment.
"Yes, Three World Skies. This is the first world, above it are the second and third world skies." Qi Dongliu explained, his words causing Qin Wentian's eyes to flash. He couldn't help but to think of the three bronze gates outside. Could it be that these three bronze gates corresponded to the Three World Skies that Qi Dongliu spoke of?
Qi Dongliu brought Qin Wentian through many caves and came to a desolate place. This desolate place resembled an ancient battlefield and there was an ancient battle platform in the center. The surroundings of the platform were filled with gigantic stone peaks and at this moment, several silhouettes could be seen standing on the peaks. All of them exuded a surging aura, their blood and qi were incomparably vigorous. Their eyes shone with spirit as they exuded a powerful combat might.
Qi Dongliu brought Qin Wentian to the peak in the center of the platform. Staring at the crowd, Qi Dongliu spoke, "Why are you still not paying your respects to the Saint Lord?"
"Greetings, Saint Lord." Everyone stared at Qin Wentian as they bowed in respect. However, Qin Wentian also discovered that some of the youths' gazes weren't that sincere. Their gazes were filled with battle intent.
"Saint Lord, please don't blame us. There are some young fellows in the first world who lack respect for the history of their clan. However, the people of our Battle Saint Tribe are all men of character. Even if they lack respect for Saint Lord, they wouldn't dare to do anything disrespectful to you."
Qi Dongliu spoke. Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. What a tyrannical name.
"Battle Saint Tribe!" Qin Wentian mumbled. There were many ancient clans in the immortal realms. For example, the Southern Phoenix Clan, Ying Clan, Jiang Clan, all of them had a history of countless years. Other than this, there were also countless ancient clans in the immortal realms. An example was the Gold Clan of the Southern Region. But for a clan that dared to proclaim itself as a Battle Saint Tribe, it was extremely rare.
"Yes, the Battle Saint Tribe." Qi Dongliu nodded. He then turned to Qin Wentian and explained, "Saint Lord shouldn't know about our tribe yet. Our tribe also doesn't know about the external world. But according to the ancient records and the teachings passed down from generation to generation, we know that our Battle Saint Tribe is a truly powerful tribe that has existed since the Supreme Ancient Immortal Realms, standing at the peak of the boundless world, peering disdainfully at everything under the heavens."
Upon hearing Qi Dongliu's words, the eyes of the youths on the mountain peaks all gleamed with sharpness as their blood for battle surged within them. This rumor had been passed down from generation to generation since they were young. The teachings of their ancestors told them not to forget their identity, not to forget how strong they were and that there would be a day when they would be able to return to the peak.
"The Battle Saint Tribe, a powerful ancient tribe that stood at the peak of the world?" Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. He thought back to the memories his father left behind for him. The clan that his father betrayed, was it such a powerful tribe?
"Naturally, this is already history. Now that I mention it, other than adding some glory to our Battle Saint Tribe, there's no other use." Qi Dongliu suddenly spoke, sounding a little disappointed. "From the ancient records and the teachings of our ancestors, we know that countless years ago, our tribe met with a calamity of destruction. The most important saint bones of our tribe were all taken away by others, causing us to be on the brink of annihilation. Our ancestors managed to evade this calamity, and this was the reason why the Battle Saint Tribe of today exists."
When Qin Wentian heard Qi Dongliu's words, he started to believe it. No matter how powerful a tribe was, in the long river of history, there would always be a period of glory and a period of decline. There are countless powerful tribes in the boundless world, and after millions and millions of years of evolution, who could guarantee that a particular tribe would be able to last for eternity?
This immortal realm was once unified by many ancient emperors but didn't it still crumble and fall apart? Many experts rose up. Time could change too many things. How many major powers and ancient clans had vanished in the course of history? It could be considered fortunate that the Battle Saint Tribe was able to survive until now. "My tribe wasn't annihilated and managed to survive.
It was all thanks to the help of the first-generation Saint Lord. In order to avoid the calamity of that year, the first-generation Saint Lord allowed us to take refuge here, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Only after generations of Saint Lords came here would they choose a few of our tribesmen to go out and survive in the outside world. At the same time, for the sake of the ultimate goal of our tribe, we want to search for the Battle Saint Bone that was stolen from our ancestors. "
"Why don't we go out together?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Saint Lord, you might not know this but although our tribe reproduced extremely quickly countless years ago, the number of people who could truly awaken the bloodline of the Battle Saint Tribe and give birth to the Battle Saint Bone is extremely rare. Saint Lord has already seen these people here. These are the people from the Battle Saint Bone Tribe who were born during the countless years between the first-generation Saint Lord and you. Naturally, this is only the first world, there are still some who went to the upper world."
Qin Wentian glanced at everyone and frowned, "Isn't this a little too few?"
"The number of direct descendants of the Battle Saint Tribe in the first world isn't as many as in the upper world. Because after breaking through to the immortal king realm, the tribe members would choose to go to the upper world. Since the talents of our tribe are all extremely high, many of us would break through to the immortal king realm and go to the upper world. The people here are all the younger ones. In the future when Saint Lord goes to the second world, you should be able to see even more of our tribe members." Qi Dongliu spoke. Qin Wentian had long noticed that the people here were all at the immortal-foundation realm. So it turned out that they had all gone to the upper world.
"Seems like it's the same as what I've guessed. The other two bronze gates should be connected to the upper world. This should be to prevent those who don't have enough strength to casually bring out the members of the Battle Saint Tribe." Qin Wentian silently mused.
"Qi Dongliu, didn't you say earlier that the Battle Saint Bone of your ancestor was stolen away? Why would the members of your tribe awaken a new Battle Saint Bone?" Qin Wentian didn't understand.
"According to the ancient records of my Battle Saint Tribe, the Battle Saint Bone stolen from our ancestor is the most important inheritance of our tribe. It contains the boundless secrets of the Great Dao and has a certain chance of being passed on to the later generations. From then on, there would be a chance for an innate Battle Saint King to appear every once in a while. However, due to that calamity back then, the Battle Saint Bone was stolen away and no more inheritances could be passed down. The members of our tribe guessed that not only would there be no more innate Battle Saint Kings, the average talent of our tribe would also be much weaker compared to back then. The power of our inheritance would also be diluted." Qi Dongliu sighed, his words causing Qin Wentian's heart to tremble.
If what Qi Dongliu said was true, and there were so many people who possessed the Battle Saint Bone that they could all break through to the immortal king realm, how terrifying was the members of their tribe back then? Maybe, they really were a peak-level tribe. Such a glorious era was simply unimaginable.
"Back then, although the first-generation Saint Lord helped us to continue the bloodline of our tribe, he didn't want our tribe to vanish in the annals of history. This was why he risked his life to do such a benevolent deed, he didn't ask for anything in return. However, in order to thank the first-generation Saint Lord for his kindness, we allowed him to cultivate the Battle Saint Art of our tribe. The first-generation Saint Lord was also a supreme character, he was able to derive a supremely powerful innate technique from the Battle Saint Art. Saint Lord, you should have relied on this innate technique to enter this place."
Qi Dongliu continued, "Also, our ancestor and the Saint Lord have an agreement. In the future, the members of our tribe would assist the person who obtained his inheritance, viewing that person as the Saint Lord. Every generation of Saint Lord would be able to mobilize half of our tribe's strength to head to the outside world. As for those who stayed behind, they would be able to continue the existence of the Battle Saint Tribe. The people of our tribe would respect the Saint Lord as our lord, but we also hope that the Saint Lord would be able to help them grow together. For those who went out with the Saint Lord, they wouldn't be able to return. Other than assisting the Saint Lord, they also shouldered the responsibility of finding the Saint Bone that was stolen from them, returning to the peak of glory of our tribe."
Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. He suddenly asked, "What if there are multiple Saint Lords in the same era?"
"That's not very possible. The first-generation Saint Lord once said that those who could obtain his inheritance and open the gate to this world would have the potential to dominate the outside world. Such people wouldn't appear more than once in an era, and even if they appeared, it's impossible for them to obtain the inheritance at the same time. The probability of such a thing happening is almost zero. If there were such people, there would be two Saint Lords." Qi Dongliu laughed. Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with sharpness. Potential to dominate the immortal realms?
This first-generation Saint Lord was truly confident.
So it turned out that the God's Hand wasn't created by Emperor Yi. Instead, it was created by someone in the generation before Emperor Yi. This was created by the first-generation Saint Lord.
Qin Wentian suddenly thought of a person. He then asked, "Do you guys know of Emperor Yu?"
Emperor Yu was rumored to be the servant of Emperor Yi.
And for the people of the Battle Saint Tribe, Emperor Yi was the Saint Lord of the previous generation.
"Yu!" Qi Dongliu's eyes flashed. "I've seen the genealogy records in the ancient records. Among those who followed the Saint Lord out, there's a person named Qi Yu. I wonder if they are related or not."
"In that case, there's a high chance that it's him." Qin Wentian smiled. So it turned out that Emperor Yu wasn't merely protecting Emperor Yi's secret art. In that case, the old man beside Emperor Yu, were they also from the Battle Saint Tribe?
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