Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

  "Saint Lord." At this moment, Qi Dongliu’s expression grew heavy as he stared at Qin Wentian.

  "What’s the matter?" Qin Wentian asked.

  "We didn’t expect that the arrival of a new Saint Lord would include so many people. For the secret regarding our tribe, I hope that Saint Lord wouldn’t mention anything to the people from the external world. Although it’s difficult for outsiders to enter here, I’m afraid once news about our tribe is leaked, our powerful enemies from the past might catch wind of it and hunt us down." Qi Dongliu spoke. "Naturally, Saint Lord can come here to look for us any time you wish."

  This faction of the Battle Saint Tribe survived against all odds, and those who exited these three worlds were tasked with the mission of reviving their ancient glory, searching for hope. The people remaining here were to procreate, ensuring their lineage was protected. As long as the tribe wasn’t destroyed, there was always the hope that one of the descendants would succeed in the future. This was the hope of the entire Battle Saint Tribe.

  "Don’t worry. I will definitely keep this a secret from everyone, including my friends." Qin Wentian solemnly nodded. This was an extremely big matter, regarding the Inheritance Sacred Bone of the Battle Saint Tribe. If this information was leaked, the entire immortal realms would surely be caught in the commotion.

  "However, there are many strange and unusual methods in the external world. What if people from the Battle Saint Tribe encountered danger when they are roaming the world and have their memories searched by others? Wouldn’t your secret be divulged then?" Qin Wentian asked.

  "How could we not have considered this? The men of our Saint Battle Tribe are innate warriors by birth. If they truly encountered such an incident, they would use a secret art to wipe out their memories completely before commiting suicide." Qi Dongliu replied. Qin Wentian nodded. In that case, unless the Saint Lord betrays them, the secret of the Battle Saint Tribe would never be divulged. Naturally, the Battle Saint Tribe are pledged to be followers of the Saint Lord, the Saint Lord wouldn’t have a reason to betray the tribe.

  "Saint Lord, in our first world, all those who awakened their bloodlines and possess a Battle Saint Bone are all gathered here. You can select half of them to follow you. They will immediately make a vow to be your protectors and their only hope is that as the Saint Lord matures, you would be able to pull them along." Qi Dongliu pointed to the younger experts here as he spoke.

  Qin Wentian’s eyes flashed. The people here were truly the younger ones. However, their auras were vast and their battle intent intense. The Battle Saint Tribe’s members were innate warriors. During the time when they were at their peak, there were even Battle Saint Kings produced then.

  "Who among you guys are willing to follow me to roam the outside world?" Qin Wentian asked.

  "Me."

  "Me, me……"

  Numerous figures stood up straight as all of them took a step forward with no exceptions. Everyone was willing to head out to roam the world. In this space, they had no true opponents and it was rare for them to find a chance to grow. Compared to protecting this world and continuing their lineage, they would rather choose to roam the world and chase after the glory which belonged to their ancestors. That, was their life mission. So what if they would encounter numerous dangers if they went out? So what if they aren’t allowed to return here forever if they left this place? They were still filled with boundless courage and an indomitable conviction to press forward.

  They were innate top-tier warriors, how could they be fine with mediocracy?

  Qin Wentian could sense their courage when he glanced at them. Although many among them had no sincere respect for him, they were still willing to follow him out with no hesitation because this was their mission.

  Qin Wentian took a step forward and stared at everyone. He then spoke, "I, Qin Wentian, have a cultivation base at the first-level of immortal foundation. I might be very weak, and this level of cultivation cannot be compared to many among you. I came here accidentally and became your Saint Lord. But now, I will swear to the heavens that in the future I, Qin Wentian, will treat you with respect and will never do anything to betray the Battle Saint Tribe and or any of you either or I would be annihilated by the forces of the heavens and earth."

  "Now, I similarly need a vow from you guys. The reason is because I do not wish for those who follow me to eventually become a burden and would do something disrespectful or even betray me. I won’t force you guys, but if there are no vows made, I won’t bring any of you out." Qin Wentian indifferently spoke.

  "Make a vow using the name of our Battle Saint Tribe." Qi Dongliu stepped out, as he stood in the center of the crowd.

  The eyes of everyone flashed, they turned to Qi Dongliu before shouting in a loud voice, "We will make a vow with the name of our Battle Saint Tribe!"

  "Us from the Battle Saint Tribe are all willing to follow after the Saint Lord of this generation, Qin Wentian. The orders of the Saint Lord will be followed with the highest priority. If there’s anyone who dares to betray the Saint Lord, may heaven and earth bear witness that our tribe would never return to our former glory." Qi Dongliu vowed heavily as the others echoed, with solemn expressions on their faces.

  Qin Wentian stared at them all as he nodded. Obtaining God’s Hand is already considered an extremely great harvest. He didn’t imagine that because he cultivated God’s Hand, he would be able to come here and become the Saint Lord of the Battle Saint Tribe.

  However since he came across this good fortune, Qin Wentian naturally wouldn’t want to miss it. This was something of benefit to both parties.

  Hence, after he heard the story of the Battle Saint Tribe, Qin Wentian knew that he had an opportunity to forge a super strong army that belongs to him alone, and would be able to grow together alongside with him as he roamed the world. This isn’t a force from the Heavenly Talisman Realm or the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect. It was a force that belonged to him alone and would only listen to his orders.

  Qin Wentian waved his hands and an ancient treasured cauldron appeared. This cauldron expanded in form and landed on the ground as Qin Wentian spoke, "In this cauldron, the legendary Sacred Luminance can be found within. It’s able to evolve your physique, and also stimulate your potential. However, the Sacred Luminance is extremely domineering and contains immense destructive might. If you are unable to endure it, you must give up immediately. But I believe that as experts from the Battle Saint Tribe, nobody would be destroyed by the Sacred Luminance."

  "Sacred Luminance." Qi Dongliu froze before excitement showed on his face. He bowed to Qin Wentian deeply, "Many thanks to Saint Lord."

  "You can go and baptize yourself as well." Qin Wentian spoke. Qi Dongliu nodded and stepped out. The experts from the Battle Saint Tribe all flew to the top of the cauldron and entered one by one.

  Qin Wentian’s body flickered as he appeared in the air above the cauldon. Staring within, he could see the experts of the Battle Saint Tribe showed no hesitation and dived right into the Sacred Luminance, experiencing the torturous baptism. Qin Wentian could feel an overwhelming intent to do battle within their blood as well as the mystical power of their Battle Saint Sacred Bones. This was something innate to them, they were naturally-born warriors.

  In this world, there are many innately powerful clans and tribes. They were extraordinary the moment they were born.

  For people from the Battle Saint Tribe, all of them were able to withstand the baptism of the Sacred Luminance. They were all capable of enduring it.

  Upon seeing this scene, Qin Wentian’s silhouette flashed as he returned to his previous position. He sat there cross-legged in mediation. Within the universe, the thirty-three layers of immortal realms, and the countless number of particle worlds……There were still powerful tribes and clans like that which his father and mother belonged to. Even though he was now an immortal, the path ahead was still very long.

  The Inheritance Sacred Bone was plundered by people, everything his father possessed was plundered away in that memory by his own clan as well. This Battle Saint Tribe wanted to grow stronger for the sake of returning to their past glory. Qin Wentian wanted to do so to find answers.

  At the mountain where the palaces and other buildings were located, the experts from the Southern Phoenix Clan and the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect were warmly treated. However, Qin Wentian seemed to have disappeared completely. According to a serving girl, this place was a world ruled by the Battle Saint Tribe. Not only did Qin Wentian disappear, he was accompanied by several core members of the tribe as they brought him to the ancestral lands. As for why they referred to Qin Wentian as Saint Lord, the servants had no idea.

  Everyone was speechless, they could only continue waiting for Qin Wentian to return.

  Today, Qin Wentian and those experts from the Battle Saint Tribe finally came back.

  "Senior brother where did you guys go?" Jun Mengchen instantly asked when he saw Qin Wentian returning. "You have no idea that after we unequipped these puppeted armor, we were unable to use them again. Seems like they can only be activated by God’s Hand. It’s just too depressing."

  "Haha these armors were all forged by our tribe. There’s a method if you guys wish to easily control it. Let me bring you to a place."

  "Really?" Jun Mengchen’s eyes lit up.

  "Naturally, you guys who came from afar are our guests and in addition, all of you are friends of the Saint Lord. We ought to give you all a little welcoming present." Qi Dongliu smiled.

  "Oh yeah, why do you guys refer to my senior brother as the Saint Lord?" Jun Mengchen curiously asked. Nanfeng Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge’s beautiful eyes flashed as well, they were also extremely curious.

  "It’s a long story. In the past, we have a debt of kindness to Ancient Emperor Yi. Simply put, his successor is the Saint Lord of our Tribe." Qi Dongliu smiled. Jun Mengchen and the rest nodded, they didn’t suspect anything.

  "Let’s go, I will bring you all to the weapon halls of our tribe." Qi Dongliu laughed. Qin Wentian gathered the members of the Southern Phoenix Clan and the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect as they all went together. Under the lead of Qi Dongliu, they came to a mountain used specifically for the forging of weapons. The temperature here was extremely high and had many weapon halls located all around. When the people here saw Qi Dongliu, all of them had a look of respect on their faces.

  Over here, there were all sorts of treasures, weapons and armors. When they passed by a certain hall, they saw all sorts of puppets within. There were demonic beast puppets, human-form puppets, combat puppets. It was simply terrifying.

  "Are these all immortal-ranked treasures?" Qin Wentian was somewhat taken aback.

  "Yes they are, Saint Lord." Qi Dongliu nodded. After which he transmitted his voice to Qin Wentian, "Saint Lord, other than us being natural-born warriors, we have an extraordinary talent in terms of forging divine weapons as well."

  Qin Wentian nodded silently, he could understand this point. Qin Wentian was able to comprehend God’s Hand because it had a lot to do with one’s understanding of divine inscriptions and runes. God’s Hand was something evolved from the Battle Saint Art these tribe members cultivated, it was only natural they would be talented as well in weapon forging.

  "These are the accumulation of countless years. If Saint Lord has need of them, you can take half away." Qi Dongliu continued the voice transmission, his words causing Qin Wentian’s heartbeat to quicken. In fact, Ying Teng and the others weren’t too far off in terms of their guesses. Although this place wasn’t the treasury of Ancient Emperor Yi, it was, from another perspective, a treasury. And now, this place belongs to him.

  "If I can open the other two bronze gates and enter the second and third world, what sort of rewards would be waiting for me there?" Qin Wentian mused silently. However he could sense that with his current attainments in God’s Hand, wanting to open the other two bronze gates was nothing but a fool’s dream. It would only be possible in the future!