Three Great Royal Clans Gather

Deep within the Desolate Ancient Plain, Lin Dong and his group appeared before a vast yet narrow spatial rift, within which lay utter darkness.

"Wait a moment."

As if sensing something, Lin Dong suddenly stopped and casually tossed the Space Ancestral Symbol from his body into the void.

"Wait a minute, young friend Lin Dong, what are you doing?!"

The Heavenly Demon Marten Zhu Li Great Elder Zhu Li's eyes widened instantly, and he stared in disbelief.

This is the Space Ancestral Symbol, one of the Eight Great Ancestral Symbols! It's not some cabbage you can just throw around on the roadside like that!

If you don't want it, you can give it to us!

"Several Demon King are causing trouble outside. The one in the lead is particularly troublesome. He is the Ten King Palace Ten King Palace the former Demon Emperor. The Master of Space has descended here to sweep away the demons. I was worried, so I sent the Space Ancestral Symbol over there."

Lin Dong waved his hand and explained.

"The Master of Space is indeed within the Heavenly Demon Marten Tribe clan."

A sharp glint flashed in Liu Qing's eyes, but she didn't say anything more.

As a top-tier Overlord Clan with a lineage dating back to ancient times, the Dragon Clan naturally knew about the relationship between the Master of Space and the Heavenly Demon Marten Tribe. After all, the Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor had dealt with the Eight Ancient Masters quite a bit.

"The Ten King Palace? Should we go out and lend a hand?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Li's expression darkened. He was well aware of the infamous reputation of the Ten King Palace.

"Great Elder Zhu Li, believe me, if even the Master of Space can't solve this problem, then we certainly can't solve it either. Let's run away as soon as possible."

Lin Dong smiled.

"That's right, I was being presumptuous. Let's go."

Zhu Li a silent, bitter laugh, and led the Heavenly Demon Marten Tribe's forces, together with Lin Dong's group, into the thousand-foot-long, pitch-black spatial rift.

On the vast and boundless Ancient Battlefield, there are deep, jagged ravines and devastation everywhere. From time to time, there are piles of huge beast corpses of various shapes, many of which are ancient races that have long been extinct in the Demon Domain.

"I never expected that the Devouring Divine Palace, which had been hidden in the void, would descend right here on this Ancient Battlefield. Devouring Master really knows how to choose a place."

With a whooshing sound, three figures appeared one after another.

After entering the spatial rift, due to random teleportation, the people of the Four Symbols Palace were separated from the people of the Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Demon Marten Tribe.

"On this Ancient Battlefield, many Demon Domain species that perished in the Ancient Great War have perished here. Have you ever considered that the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan — the Darkness Sacred Tiger— may also exist here?"

Lin Dong lowered his gaze, and beneath the feet of the three of them lay the corpse of a powerful lion-clan beast, its body towering thousands of feet tall. The dark red blood-red river beneath the beast's corpse had long since solidified into a block.

"You mean if a Darkness Sacred Tiger really did perish in this Ancient Battlefield, Little Flame might be able to use this opportunity to reverse his bloodline and replace the Heavenly Demon Tiger's bloodline with that of Darkness Sacred Tiger?"

Upon hearing this, the quick-witted Little Marten's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously looked at the iron tower figure beside him. "Little Flame, do you have similar tracking methods?"

"Some."

Little Flame nodded steadily, then clenched his fist with his five fingers, and a large spurt of hot, crimson blood gushed out. His hands, which had been pressed together, then quickly changed into hand seals.

"Blood sacrifice, Heavenly Demon Ancestral Soul!"

The dense array of mysterious light patterns were injected into the crimson blood mass, and the scalding blood mass immediately expanded rapidly like an inflating balloon, transforming into a Black Light Tiger with somewhat blurred features, its body reaching a height of a thousand feet.

"Roar!!!"

As soon as the thousand-foot-long radiant tiger took shape, it fell into an unusual state of excitement. After roaring to the sky, it couldn't wait to transform into a streak of Ghostly glow and disappear into the horizon.

"Something's definitely up. Let's follow!"

Lin Dong and the other two exchanged a glance and sped up to catch up.

In the bottomless, dark ravine.

A colossal creature, tens of thousands of feet long, lay silently there, with a pair of black and white wings sprouting from its ribs. Its body was a perfect blend of Black and White, like the rising and falling of yin and yang.

Even though it has been gone for thousands of years, an irresistible and ferocious aura still lingers around it, captivating people's souls.

"Roar!"

With an excited tiger's roar, a faint, blood-tinged Ghostly glow flashed like lightning and crashed into the hideous beast's corpse.

"The bloodline of all tiger-type Demonic Beast on the Tianxuan Continent is the ancient Overlord Clan that has gone extinct— the Darkness Sacred Tiger. This Darkness Sacred Tiger's strength in its lifetime was probably already at the Reincarnation Stage. Little Flame is very fortunate."

The Little Marten, who had come here with the Heavenly Demon Ancestral Soul, raised an eyebrow and said.

"Its body color is black and white, so it should be called the Yin-Yang Sacred Tiger, or like the Yuan Sect, the Yuan Tiger. Why is it called the Darkness Sacred Tiger?"

Lin Dong thought to himself, but said on the surface, "Little Flame, hurry up and collect the bloodline of the Darkness Sacred Tiger, lest things get complicated."

"Yes, elder brother."

Even though Little Flame was naturally resolute, a look of wild joy appeared on his dark face as he placed his palm on the forehead of the colossal beast.

"Buzz!"

A dense, eerie Ghostly glow suddenly burst forth from the ten-thousand-foot-long, ferocious beast corpse. As the Ghostly glow rapidly writhed, the enormous corpse of the Darkness Sacred Tiger shrank dramatically, transforming into a miniature black and white light tiger that crashed into Little Flame's chest.

Little Flame subconsciously reached out and touched his left atrium, where a majestic and ancient bloodline was slowly flowing along the meridians in his body to his limbs and bones.

"Let's go, let's seal that bloodline first, otherwise it will be troublesome if you fall asleep here."

Lin Dong patted Little Flame on the shoulder and smiled.

"Leave? Where do you think you're going? Stay here!!"

As the roar fell, three groups of Twelve Reincarnation Stage Experts Realm rushed menacingly towards the bottom of the ravine from three directions.

The Great Clan – the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan, the Dark Abyss Tiger Clan Earth-Shaking Thunder Tiger Clan – have all gathered together!

"Hehe, what a coincidence, Three Great Royal Clans of the Tiger Tribe from the Demon Domain have arrived. This is going to be lively."

Lin Dong glanced around at the three groups of people and smiled leisurely.

"Commander Lin, I am Luo Lie, the Great Commander of the Dark Abyss Tiger Clan. I hope Commander Lin will not act on emotion. You should understand the significance of the Darkness Sacred Tiger's bloodline to our three clans. I urge Commander Lin to part with it, and the Four Symbols Palace will win the friendship of our clan."

From the group on the left, the middle-aged man in gray robes who was leading the group stepped forward.

"Indeed, please reconsider, Commander Lin. Although the Four Symbols Palace is strong, can it withstand the combined forces of the Three Great Royal Clans of the Tiger Tribe? As long as Commander Lin is willing to hand over the bloodline of the Darkness Sacred Tiger to us for processing, our three clans are willing to give Commander Lin a certain amount of compensation."

On the right, the Great Elder of the Earth-Shaking Thunder Tiger Clan also used both soft and hard tactics.

Perhaps out of consideration for the Four Symbols Palace behind Lin Dong, which housed fifteen renowned experts at the Samsara Stage Realm, both clans held back in their conversations, subtly threatening each other while maintaining a facade of politeness.

"Oh, does the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan think so too?"

Lin Dong was completely oblivious to the fact that he was surrounded by four times his strength, and calmly looked at the group in the middle.