After returning to Desolate Celestial Fortress, Lu Yang teleported directly to the Iron Blood Brotherhood's base in the Arctic Wasteland. The moment he arrived, he saw a group standing around the teleportation array. Xiao Liang, at their head, looked both shocked and delighted.
"Boss, you scared me to death. I was wondering who it could be to teleport in here," Xiao Liang said.
Lu Yang smiled, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder. "How are things at home?"
The base was currently extremely undermanned, with only a little over ten thousand people left. Only the Blood Spirit Guard, the Holy Light Warrior Legion, and the Void Warrior Legion remained behind. Ku Ai Bansheng was the strongest among them, at the Demigod Tier.
"Everything's normal," Xiao Liang said. "Tu Feng has the intelligence department monitoring the surrounding areas every day. No enemies have come looking for trouble. Zhuojiu and Yuwei are still in seclusion training and aren't far from advancing to Lower Gods. There's a bit of a problem with the Ancient God Race. Chief Aigulie has been trying to break through to the Main God Tier, but he hasn't succeeded."
"I'll go take a look. Don't alert the other brothers—I'll have to leave again soon." Lu Yang activated the teleportation array and flew to the Ancient God Race's plaza.
The moment he landed, an incomparably abundant source power filled the Ancient God Race's Underground Plaza. On a nearby altar, Aigulie sat cross-legged in cultivation, surrounded by countless Lower God Tier Source Soul Crystals.
The Ancient God Race warriors guarding the teleportation array saw Lu Yang and bowed in respect. Aiguda walked over and asked, "Brother, why are you here? Have the clansmen all been settled?"
Lu Yang smiled. "They're cultivating in secret maps across four regions. We have to