"No, no, no. That crazy old man isn't that simple. He definitely has something up his sleeve. I definitely can't go out. I don't want to end up like Jimmy."
Allen shuddered in fear and shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Hearing this, Misri felt a little scared. He thought for a while and said, "Since the old madman left behind his knife intent, it means that he's really gone. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We can't miss it. Do you think he can leave behind such a terrifying knife intent?" Misri thought for a moment.
The fear in Allen's eyes had yet to fade, but he felt like Misri's words made sense. After all, according to common sense, the more powerful something was, the more energy it would take to use it. There couldn't be no restrictions.
Furthermore, this was a blade intent that could instantly destroy the body of a Soul Formation Stage cultivator. Even if that crazy old man was able to leave behind one blade, he would have to pay a heavy price. The possibility of him leaving behind a second blade was miniscule.
However, a person like that crazy old man couldn't be judged by common sense. Allen's fear of him came from the depths of his soul. Even though he was a little tempted, he still said with some hesitation, "What if he leaves behind a second or third blade?"
"Jimmy was too arrogant before and insisted on going out by himself. Now, we can definitely send some cannon fodder to test him."
Misri had already recovered from his fear and was confident in his decision.
Allen's eyes lit up. He patted his forehead and said excitedly, "Yes, how could I forget? There seems to be a story of track and field horse racing in the history of the indigenous people. We can send some low-level clansmen to kill his backup."
"In that case, we'll send some people to investigate now."
Misri immediately smiled with relief upon seeing Allen agree with his suggestion.
It wasn't that he had to ask for Allen's permission to carry out his plan, but this test could very well cost many people their lives.
Even low-level tribesmen were still tribesmen, and the relationship between the tribesmen was complex. If he decided to act arbitrarily, it could very well incur the displeasure of some of the higher-level tribesmen.
However, if Allen also agreed, the situation would be different. With the three leaders severely injured in Gimlia, the decision made by the two highest leaders was the highest decision, and no one dared to have any objections.
Jimmiya's miserable state had long since spread throughout the entire Mystic Realm. The low-level clansmen who were used as cannon fodder were not stupid. They knew that they would very likely end up in an even worse state than Jimmiya.
But no matter how unwilling they were, Misri and Eren stood on the moral high ground and made promises, saying that they were sacrificing themselves for the fate of their race, and that the race would take care of their family. They could only grit their teeth and walk out of the mystic realm to investigate with trepidation.
There was no reaction within a one kilometer radius. The cannon fodder calmed down a little.
Two kilometers … three kilometers … ten kilometers … twenty kilometers … fifty kilometers …
The hearts of the cannon fodders finally settled down, and they happily ran back to report that the danger had been averted.
Misri and Eren were overjoyed. They praised these cannon fodder and immediately organized people to prepare for the migration. When the news spread, the entire race was jubilant. Everyone was jubilant as they prepared for the migration.
After all, although the mystic realm was good, it was only so big. They didn't want to be trapped here for the rest of their lives. The outside world might be very helpless, but it would definitely be more interesting.
The elite warriors quickly gathered. Under the leadership of the various army commanders, they valiantly marched out of the mystic realm and spread out in all directions to prevent any other unforeseen events.
Misri and Eren were in high spirits. The joy of being free made them look at each other and laugh proudly.
A cold light flashed in Misri's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "The Descendant of God Organization lied to us and trapped us here for thousands of years. It's time to collect this blood debt."
"That's right. This time, our race is free. We must pay the blood debt in blood and kill all these lowly natives. However, that old lunatic is so difficult to deal with. How should we deal with him?"
Eren asked worriedly. A moment ago, his face was full of excitement, but the next moment, fear appeared on his face.
"Don't worry. When we find a safe place to settle down, we will immediately let our people scatter and blend into the natives. Then we will find a way to get in touch with the ancestral land, open the space channel, and send out the Immortal Realm experts to contend with the Will of the Great Path of the Three Realms. At that time, as long as there is no suppression of the Will of the Three Realms, with our cultivation, we can easily crush that old lunatic like an ant."
Misri had long planned this, so he said confidently.
"Well, as long as my cultivation is not suppressed, I can crush that old lunatic like an ant with one finger."
Eren hated the old lunatic as much as he feared him. They were experts at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, but they had been blocked by a Holy Martial Artist for 40 years. How could he not feel aggrieved?
"And that damned Descendants of God Organization. They tricked us into this damned Secret Realm and sealed us there for 10,000 years. The most hateful thing is that they were so bold that they even dared to use our clansmen as white mice to do genetic experiments. Their crime is really unforgivable."
Misri gnashed his teeth and said.
Speaking of hatred, although he also hated the old lunatic, he hated the Descendant of God Organization even more. At that time, they came to the Three Realms through the weakness left by Kun Peng when he opened the space. They wanted to conquer this world, but they did not expect that when they passed through the space channel, the terrifying space-time power caused heavy losses to their million-strong army. Less than 100,000 people survived to reach the Three Realms.
In addition, the rejection and suppression of the Will of the Three Realms against the alien race had greatly restricted their cultivation.
Just as they were about to find a place to heal their wounds and start a war, the Descendant of God Organization took the initiative to talk to them about a deal. They were willing to provide a mystic realm that was not suppressed by the Will of the Great Path for them to recuperate, but they needed to help them take the blood samples of two experts at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm.
How could the arrogant and unruly Black Blood Epidemic Tribe be willing to make a deal with the lowly indigenous people? The two sides started a fierce fight. However, although their cultivation was much higher than the members of the Descendant of God Organization, because they were alien races, they were strongly suppressed and rebounded by the Will of the Great Path. In addition, when they passed through the space channel, almost all of them were injured.
In this situation, although there were many experts in the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe, they could not do anything to the Descendant of God Organization, which had the advantage of time, place, and people. They ended up losing 800 of their own men to kill 1,000 of the enemy.
In the end, when the leader of the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe saw that there were only 60,000 people left in the tribe of less than 100,000 people, and basically, all of them were injured, he knew that this kind of loss was unbearable, so he had no choice but to compromise with the Descendant of God Organization and agree to their request.
When they had just entered the mystic realm, the Descendant of God Organization was still polite to them, but they did not expect that after they successfully obtained the blood samples of the two experts at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, the Descendant of God Organization immediately turned hostile and mercilessly sealed the mystic realm they were hiding in, making them into caged beasts.
The Black Blood Epidemic Tribe dared to enter the mystic realm because they were not without any confidence. They were accompanied by Divine Seal Masters who were proficient in sealing techniques. They did not take the seal of the mystic realm seriously. They were just angry that the Descendant of God Organization burned the bridge after crossing the river.
However, in the end, they still underestimated the Descendant of God Organization. That seal turned out to be an ancient seal, which was enshrouded with a terrifying sealing power. Even the Divine Seal Masters could not break it in a short time.
Even so, the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe did not take it seriously. After all, they just needed time to heal their wounds. When their wounds were healed, it was about time for the Divine Seal Masters to break the seal.
However, the subsequent development of the situation was completely beyond their expectations. That ancient seal was not open to outsiders, which meant that although they could not get out, the Descendant of God Organization could enter the mystic realm at any time.
However, by the time they realized this, it was already too late. The few Divine Seal Masters, who were not many in number, were caught off guard and killed by the experts of the Descendant of God Organization who sneaked into the mystic realm, making the time for the seal to be broken become indefinite.
There was no such thing as guarding against thieves for a thousand days. The Black Blood Epidemic Tribe strengthened their vigilance in anger, but the Descendant of God Organization seemed to have expected it. For a long time, they disappeared and did not appear again.
After a long time, the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe was physically and mentally exhausted, so they relaxed their vigilance. Knowing that they probably could not get out in a short time, they began to formulate a plan to increase the population. They treated the few female soldiers who followed the army as reproduction tools and began to reproduce, constantly increasing the population.
Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, the experts of the Descendant of God Organization suddenly sneaked in again and abducted all the newborns and youths of the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe to do some kind of genetic experiment. This made the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe fly into a rage, but they could do nothing but secretly strengthen their vigilance.
However, the Descendant of God Organization was very cunning. They disappeared for several years, but when they reappeared, they would definitely abduct the descendants of the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe when they had completely relaxed their vigilance.
The Black Blood Epidemic Tribe was furious. The Descendant of God Organization wanted to cut off their roots. After an emergency discussion, all the newborns would be protected by at least ten Black Blood Epidemic Tribe soldiers at all times to protect them.
Sure enough, in this way, it would be much more difficult for the Descendant of God Organization to abduct newborns again, and they also lost many experts in the mystic realm.
Just as the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe was celebrating, the Descendant of God Organization suddenly changed their strategy and killed those female soldiers, causing the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe, which had a serious imbalance of Yin and Yang, to fall into a serious reproductive crisis.
Just as the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe fell into panic, the Descendant of God Organization unexpectedly sent a large number of human women.
Love between a man and a woman was the law of nature. Although the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe realized that this was the plot of the Descendant of God Organization, which wanted to use human women to gradually dilute the bloodline of the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe, they had no choice in the mystic realm where Yang was abundant and Yin was scarce. They could not refuse the temptation of human women.
Fortunately, they were not unprepared. They had already protected the surviving purebred women of the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe as national treasures, especially for the sake of reproducing purebred bloodlines for the strongest experts in their tribe.
Misri, Allen, and the others were the purebred bloodlines of the tribe. Such purebred bloodlines had an extraordinary status in the tribe and enjoyed the best resources and cultivation environment. The tribe leader could only be produced from these purebred bloodlines.
However, in this way, the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe was divided into purebred and mixed-bloods. The number of mixed-bloods was extremely large, almost accounting for more than 80% of the entire tribe, while the number of purebred Epidemic Tribe members was less than 20%.
Strong fortresses were often conquered from the inside. It had to be said that this move of the Descendant of God Organization was very vicious. They wanted to create internal conflicts among the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe members without shedding any blood to weaken their overall strength.
There was a class division within the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe, and it was a minority who informed the majority. The consequences could be imagined.
Throughout history, the mixed-blood race had rioted many times because of unfair treatment. If it wasn't for the fact that the pure-bloods enjoyed the best resources, cultivated the best techniques, and had the highest chance of producing experts, the pure-bloods would have perished long ago if they weren't suppressed by powerful martial arts.
However, this also caused the population of the Black Blood Epidemic Tribe to decrease sharply, and the probability of producing experts was also decreasing. If this continued, they would self-destruct sooner or later.
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