"Saint Lord." At this moment, Qi Dongliu had a heavy expression on his face as he stared at Qin Wentian.
"What's the matter?" Qin Wentian asked.
"This time around, we didn't expect Saint Lord to bring so many people here. With regards to the secret of our tribe, I hope that Saint Lord will not mention it to the people of the outside world. Although it's very difficult for outsiders to enter this place, once news of our tribe's secret is leaked out, I'm worried that supreme characters from other worlds might come here." Qi Dongliu spoke. "Naturally, Saint Lord can come here at any time."
This faction of the Battle Saint Tribe had just escaped death. Those who went out were in charge of reviving their tribe, searching for hope while the people here were in charge of passing down their legacy. As long as the Battle Saint Tribe wasn't destroyed, there would always be a new generation that could succeed. This was the hope of the Battle Saint Tribe.
"Don't worry, I will definitely keep this a secret from everyone, including those friends of mine." Qin Wentian nodded heavily. This concerned the inheritance of the Battle Saint Tribe. If news of this leaked out, it would surely cause a huge commotion in the immortal realms.
"It's just that there are some extraordinary methods in the outside world. If the members of the Battle Saint Tribe encountered danger outside and their memories were searched, wouldn't that be bad?" Qin Wentian asked.
"How could our tribe not have considered this point? The males of our Battle Saint Tribe are all natural warriors. If we were really captured alive and met with such danger, we would definitely use a secret art to commit suicide or destroy our memories." Qi Dongliu spoke. Qin Wentian nodded lightly. In this case, unless the Saint Lord betrays them, the secret of the Battle Saint Tribe would never be exposed. Naturally, the Battle Saint Tribe could follow the Saint Lord, there was no reason for the Saint Lord to betray them.
"Saint Lord, those who awakened their Battle Saint Blood and gave birth to their Battle Saint Bone are all here. You can choose half of them to follow you. They will make a vow to protect Saint Lord. They only hope that when Saint Lord grows stronger, you can pull them along and see if there are any among them who can break through their shackles and accompany Saint Lord on this journey." Qi Dongliu pointed to the crowd as he spoke.
Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. The majority of the people here were young and their auras surged. The battle intent radiating from them was tyrannical. The Battle Saint Tribe was born to be warriors. During their glorious era, there were even innate battle saint kings.
"Which one of you is willing to follow me to roam the outside world?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Me."
"I, I …"
There were no exceptions, all of them were willing to leave. In this dimension, their Battle Saint Tribe had no opponents. If they stayed behind, it would be hard for them to obtain a chance to grow. Compared to protecting their descendants, they were more willing to go out and roam the world, to search for the glory of their ancestors, to search for the glory of the past. That was their mission. Even if there were countless dangers after they left, even if they weren't allowed to return, their Battle Saint Tribe still needed such courage and conviction.
They were all born warriors, so how could they be willing to be ordinary?
Qin Wentian stared at them, he could sense the courage radiating from them. Although many of them lacked respect for him, they still didn't hesitate to express their willingness to follow him out. After all, this was their mission.
Qin Wentian took a step forward, staring at everyone as he spoke, "I, Qin Wentian, have a cultivation base at the first-level of immortal-foundation. I'm very weak and can't even be compared to many of you. I came here by chance and became your Saint Lord. I swear to the heavens that in the future, I, Qin Wentian, will never betray the Battle Saint Tribe, nor will I easily betray any of you. I will respect all of you. If not, I, Qin Wentian, shall not be tolerated by the heavens and earth, and shall be annihilated by the heavens."
"Right now, I also need all of you to swear an oath. Because, I don't wish for those who follow me to become a burden to me, doing things that are disrespectful to me or even betraying me. I won't force you guys, but if you aren't willing to swear an oath, I won't bring you guys out." Qin Wentian emotionlessly spoke.
"Swear on the name of the Battle Saint Tribe." Qi Dongliu stepped out, standing in the center of the crowd as he spoke in a loud voice.
The eyes of everyone flickered as they stared at Qi Dongliu. After that, they all spoke in a loud voice, "Swear on the name of the Battle Saint Tribe."
"The tribesmen of my Battle Saint Tribe here are all willing to follow the Saint Lord of this generation, Qin Wentian, to the death. No one dares to disobey the orders of the Saint Lord. If there's anyone who betrays the Saint Lord, the heavens and earth shall not tolerate it. The Battle Saint Tribe shall never rise again." Qi Dongliu made a heavy oath. The other tribesmen all followed suit, their countenances solemn.
Qin Wentian stared at everyone and nodded. Obtaining God's Hand was already an extremely great harvest. He also didn't expect that because he cultivated God's Hand, he would come here and become the Saint Lord of the Battle Saint Tribe.
However, since there was such an opportunity, Qin Wentian naturally wouldn't be willing to miss it out. This was something that was beneficial to both parties.
Hence, after listening to Qi Dongliu's explanation of the situation of the Battle Saint Tribe, Qin Wentian knew that he had a chance to establish a supreme army that belonged to him. This army would grow together with him and conquer the world. This wasn't the power of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, nor was it the power of the Dongshengxian Gate. It was a power that belonged to him and would only listen to him.
Qin Wentian waved his hand as a treasured cauldron appeared. This cauldron expanded in the air, transforming into an incomparably gigantic one. After that, he landed on the ground and spoke, "Within this cauldron, there is an ancient Sacred Luminance that can evolve your physiques, allowing your aptitudes to grow stronger. However, the light of the Sacred Luminance contains an extremely powerful destructive might. If you guys can't endure it, just come out immediately. I believe that as members of the Battle Saint Tribe, no one will be killed by the Sacred Luminance."
"Sacred Luminance." Qi Dongliu started. After that, an excited smile appeared on his face as he bowed to Qin Wentian, "Many thanks, Saint Lord."
"You can go as well." Qin Wentian and Qi Dongliu nodded their heads and stepped out. The members of the Battle Saint Tribe all appeared above the cauldron as their silhouettes flickered, entering it.
Qin Wentian's silhouette flashed as he appeared above the cauldron. The members of the Battle Saint Tribe who entered the cauldron instantly entered a state of immersion, enduring the Sacred Luminance. Resplendent light radiated from their bodies and Qin Wentian could sense a terrifying battle intent from their bloodlines. In fact, he could even sense the terrifying profundity of the Battle Saint Bone. This was a race that was born for combat.
In this world, there were many innately powerful races that were born extraordinary.
For the members of the Battle Saint Tribe, there wasn't a single person who couldn't withstand the baptism of the Sacred Luminance. All of them were enduring it.
Upon seeing this scene, Qin Wentian's silhouette flashed as he returned to the ancient mountain peak. He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes in cultivation. In the great thousand worlds, there were thirty-three immortal realms and countless particle worlds. There were also powerful races like his father and the Battle Saint Tribe. Even if he became an immortal, the road ahead of him was still very long.
The inheritance bone of the Battle Saint Tribe was stolen by someone. Everything about his father in his memories was taken away by the experts of his clan and was even destroyed. For the sake of reviving the Battle Saint Tribe, he, Qin Wentian, also wanted to find an answer.
Within the palaces, the people from the Namhwang Clan and the Immortal Qianbian Gate all received very good treatment. However, Qin Wentian had disappeared. According to the serving girl, this was the ruling power of this world. Not only did Qin Wentian disappear, the core members of the royal clan all went to the ancestral land together. They had something important to tell Qin Wentian. As for why they wanted to ask the Saint Lord about it, the servants merely said that they didn't know.
Everyone was speechless and could only continue to wait.
Today, Qin Wentian and the people from the Battle Saint Tribe finally came out.
"Senior brother, where did you guys go?" Jun Mengchen saw Qin Wentian and immediately walked up. "You don't know this but after we took off the armor, we couldn't move at all. It seems that we can only use God's Hand to activate the armor. This is too depressing."
"Haha, this armor was created by my tribe. If you guys want something easier to control, that's fine too. I can bring you guys over right now." Qi Dongliu laughed.
"Really?" Jun Mengchen's eyes flashed.
"Naturally. All of you are guests from afar and are also friends of the Saint Lord. What's wrong with giving you guys some gifts?" Qi Dongliu laughed.
"Oh ya, why did you guys refer to my senior brother as the Saint Lord?" Jun Mengchen curiously asked. The beautiful eyes of Namhwang Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge flickered, filled with curiosity as well.
"It's a long story. Back then, Ancient Emperor Yi had done a great favor for our clan. The inheritor of his ultimate art is none other than the Saint Lord of our clan." Qi Dongliu smiled. Jun Mengchen and the others nodded, they didn't suspect anything.
"Let's go, I will bring you guys to the Weapon Hall of my tribe." Qi Dongliu laughed. Qin Wentian gathered the experts from the Namhwang Clan and Immortal Qianbian Gate. Under Qi Dongliu's lead, they came to a mountain range. The temperature here was extremely high and there were many weapon halls. When they saw Qi Dongliu and the others, the people here were all filled with respect.
Not long after, they arrived at the weapons storage area of the weapon hall. Each weapon storage area had different immortal-ranked treasures. When they came to a puppet-type weapon storage area, they discovered that there were all sorts of puppets here. There were demonic puppets, human-shaped puppets, combat puppets, the sheer number was simply shocking.
"Are all the weapons here immortal-ranked?" Qin Wentian was somewhat shocked.
"Yes, Saint Lord." Qi Dongliu nodded. After that, he transmitted his voice to Qin Wentian, "Saint Lord, our Battle Saint Tribe is born to be warriors and we also have extraordinary talent in weaponsmithing."
Qin Wentian silently nodded. He could understand this point. The reason why Qin Wentian could comprehend God's Hand was because of his proficiency in divine inscriptions. And God's Hand was derived from the Battle Saint Art. The members of the Battle Saint Tribe definitely had an innate talent in weaponsmithing.
"These are all accumulated over countless years. Saint Lord, if you need them, you can bring half of them away." Qi Dongliu continued to transmit his voice, his words causing Qin Wentian's heart to pound. In truth, Yingteng and the others didn't guess too far off. Although this place wasn't the treasury of Ancient Emperor Yi, it was still a treasure trove and almost all of the treasures here belonged to him.
"If I can open the other two bronze gates and enter the upper world, how terrifying would my harvest be?" Qin Wentian mused, his heart pounding with excitement. However, he could also sense that with his current comprehension of God's Hand, it was still impossible for him to open the other two bronze gates. He would only have a chance in the future!
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