Return to the Tribe

The nearby God-level powerhouses heard the dwarf's words with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

A Mid-level God with short, orange-red hair, resembling a young man, excitedly asked, "Were those High-Gods killed by the Sovereigns?"

Everyone couldn't help but speculate darkly in their hearts.

Were the Sovereigns controlling the number of High-Gods, not wanting later generations to threaten their positions?

The old dwarf smiled mysteriously, deliberately playing coy. He simply shook his empty wine bottle, his intentions clear.

For a moment, the onlookers began to doubt. Was this guy just trying to scam them for free drinks?

Linley heard the old dwarf's words and mused, Perhaps this is related to the Sovereignhead.

Someone laughed and produced a bottle of wine, patting his chest as he said, "Try this stuff, it's as spicy as swallowing knives!"

The old dwarf took a satisfied sip, smacked his lips, and chuckled, "This wine is good, it gives me strength."

He tilted his head back and downed half the bottle before feeling truly refreshed. Under everyone's urging, he said meaningfully, "Heh, I'll tell you a secret, Sovereigns don't become Sovereigns through cultivation."

Everyone was greatly surprised.

But soon, someone raised a question, asking, "You're not a Sovereign, how would you know?"

Facing the doubt, the old dwarf replied calmly, "I am from that era. If I get lucky, perhaps I could also become a Sovereign."

His words were astonishing, and the God-level powerhouses present felt a surge of excitement, eager to know more. However, the old dwarf repeatedly shook his head. No matter how they probed, he refused to say more, even with the offer of more fine wine.

The old dwarf grinned and said, "Haha, I was just talking nonsense, don't take it too seriously."

He then ambled away, clutching two bottles of wine.

"That guy just spouts nonsense."

"Heh, you can't believe a single word a dwarf drunkard says."

"I can't believe I almost fell for his crazy talk."

Some of the onlookers grumbled, most of them disbelieving him.

Currently, most God-level powerhouses believed that thoroughly integrating and mastering laws and rules was the path to becoming a Sovereign. The dwarf's words sounded like idle dreaming; if not through cultivation, then how else could one achieve it?

Linley watched the dwarf's departing back and thought, This person must be one of the failed participants in the scramble for the Sovereignhead, and now only a weak Divine Avatar remains, barely clinging to existence.

He didn't approach to strike up a conversation or make acquaintance.

Doing so would be meaningless. He needed to focus on cultivating to become a High-God before even thinking about Sovereigns.

Such reliance on luck was a matter of fate, or perhaps waiting patiently for an opportunity.

Linley hadn't forgotten that his purpose for coming here was to look at houses. He began to select them patiently, focusing on high-end residences. After all, this was where he planned to settle permanently, so no detail could be overlooked.

Linley sighed inwardly, I never imagined my first home-buying experience would be in hell.

As he was browsing, he happened to catch sight of two women and one man, familiar figures approaching. It was Mariana, Lisa, and Aaron's family.

Linley muttered to himself, What a coincidence.

He suddenly remembered their purpose for being here. They were likely also looking to buy property. Since Claude was dead, the properties under his name were automatically repossessed and resold by Blood Peak Castle.

"It's you!"

Aaron was the first to spot Linley and his group. Anger flared, and his face contorted with resentment. "What rotten luck," he cursed.

Linley moved his lips, evaluating, "Just an idiot. Don't bother us while we're house hunting."

This weakling, reduced to just his Saint Domain essence, still had quite the temper. Lacking the strength for revenge, he just kept blustering.

"You bastard, what did you say!"

Aaron glared furiously, his eyes bulging. Fortunately, his mother and sister pulled him back, or he would have suffered greatly.

Linley suddenly had a mischievous idea. He walked up to the counter and asked the staff member handling the transactions, "Five-star Demon Claude has completely fallen. Are the houses he previously occupied now relisted for sale?"

The staff member nodded and directed Linley to the property information, saying, "It's this mansion right here. It was just put on the market."

Linley saw the price was sixty million. The location was good, with excellent scenery and amenities. Considering the current timeline, this price was considered top-tier, and it was projected to appreciate by at least double in the future.

"I'll take it!"

Linley liked it more and more as he looked. He promptly paid and completed the transfer procedures.

Mariana frowned, her face flushing with anger. "Linley, you're going too far! And how do the three of you Mid-level Gods have so much money? Did Claude's death have something to do with you?!"

Linley scoffed, feigning exaggerated sarcasm. "Wow, the three of you Saint Domains have money to buy houses too? That's even more surprising."

His retort was perfectly delivered. Mariana's face immediately turned red, and she was rendered speechless. In the end, she purchased a property in a more remote location, the cheapest one available, and hastily left with Aaron and Lisa, unable to bear staying any longer lest she become too frustrated.

Thomas transmitted a message, his tone tinged with faint concern. "That woman is always a potential threat. With her beauty and demeanor, she'll certainly have no shortage of suitors."

Linley nodded and transmitted back, "I understand that. For instance, Roy from the Azure Dragon Clan. If she's willing to use herself as leverage, she could indeed draw trouble to us. So, we need to accelerate our next actions."

"Can I buy a few more houses?"

Linley's question momentarily stunned the sales staff. They then nodded with a smile and said, "Of course, sir. We only recognize money, not people."

Linley nodded and casually selected three larger residences with poorer scenery and amenities, totaling forty million Ink Stone.

Linley then proceeded to purchase two offensive High-God Artifacts in the form of long sabers, one of the Lightning Element and one of the Destruction Element. He also bought three defensive High-God Artifacts in the form of armor, one hundred Soul Gold Beads, two Metal Life forms, some God Crystals, and several pills for healing injuries.

Books introducing the laws of the lightning element, the Four Great Rules, the customs and people of hell, and the characteristics of countless races.

It cost a total of thirty-six million Ink Stones.

Linley spent money like water; the Ink Stones earned from selling resources previously couldn't keep up with this exaggerated efficiency.

Fortunately, Camilla and Claude had large amounts of Azure Stone and Ink Stone in their spatial rings. Their years of accumulated wealth were all being used by Linley, otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to sustain expenditures on this scale.

Linley and the other two left Blood Peak Castle and first went to inspect the houses they bought and assign rooms. He left his main Saint Domain body and his low-level god avatar of the destruction element here to cultivate.

His mid-level god avatar of the lightning element, along with Thomas and Corey, left the city.

They arrived at an open space.

Linley flipped his palm and took out the Metal Life. It quickly reshaped itself like silver soft mud, leaped into the sky, and transformed into a diamond-shaped airship.

Under the envious and awestruck gazes of many God-level powerhouses queuing to enter the city, the three quickly entered it.

Linley inserted a God Crystal into the control console. The Metal Life immediately activated and flew into the clouds, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.