Tribal Merger

Jess sighed emotionally, "Fusing profound mysteries at the Mid-level God stage! Linley, you're absolutely a genius! If you become a High-God, you'll start as a Five-star Demon level powerhouse at minimum!"

"I don't even dare to think about it—that's a Five-star Demon!"

Dennis's smile was bitter. The gap between people was just too vast. If Linley had been his equal and he'd lost narrowly, he would have been unconvinced, even resentful. But now, he had no such thoughts.

He wasn't even confident about becoming a High-God, yet Linley, as long as he didn't fall midway, would be at worst a Five-star Demon in the future!

No one would doubt that a genius who could fuse two profound mysteries at the Mid-level God stage couldn't cultivate to become a High-God on his own.

"Wait, you weren't already fusing profound mysteries back at the Saint Domain stage, were you!"

Thomas suddenly asked in shocked astonishment, his eyes wide, his face full of eager, excited fixation on Linley.

Linley smiled and nodded, saying, "You could say that. But before, I didn't understand what profound mystery fusion meant. It was just a lucky coincidence, a stroke of good fortune that I managed it."

At these words, the entire scene fell dead silent.

"So this is what a true genius looks like!"

Thomas, Donald, Dennis, Jess, Karl, George, and David all looked at Linley with awe and excitement. They understood clearly that Linley was not on the same level as them as a God-level powerhouse. A genius like this was destined to soar into the sky.

Dennis's expression shifted. He hesitated, wavered, and finally gritted his teeth, making a shocking decision.

"Linley, I request that the Magic Cloud Tribe merge into the Tianlan Tribe. From now on, I'll follow you!"

Everyone was taken aback, but it felt only natural. Anyone who wasn't stupid could see Linley's potential. At minimum, a future Five-star Demon, with a strong possibility of becoming a Six-star Demon. Following such a powerhouse early was definitely not a loss.

In Hell, the strong were revered. Choosing Linley as their leader wasn't shameful. Even if he was the youngest among the gods present, his strength was first, and no one dared to defy it.

"Count me in too!"

Donald spoke up as well, a hint of helplessness in his heart. Even if he didn't want to join, competing with the rapidly strengthening Tianlan Tribe in the future was unrealistic. It was better to show his stance now and save some face.

"Well..."

Within his magnetic field sense, Dennis's intent was very genuine, while Donald's was a bit reluctant, but there was no hostility.

Linley hesitated for a moment, not presumptuously agreeing on his own. Instead, he looked at Thomas.

Although his strength and status were now vastly different, the Tianlan Tribe was a force Thomas had spearheaded in establishing. As someone who had risen later, Linley still needed to consider the other's dignity.

In Hell, while the strong were revered, knowing how to win people over and unite all sides was also necessary. Linley was far from having grown to the point where he could roam invincible alone. Developing a force was also part of his planned strategy, and it didn't conflict with personal cultivation and growth.

Linley's seemingly ordinary reaction warmed Thomas's heart. He laughed heartily and said, "This is a good thing! The Tianlan Tribe warmly welcomes your addition. Not only that, but I've decided to hand over the position of leader to Linley."

As Thomas spoke, he raised a hand to stop Linley, who was about to speak, and said seriously, "Don't refuse. Listen to me. In Hell, the strong are revered. Your strength surpasses mine, so becoming the leader is only right. That's the rule!"

Jess and Karl nodded in agreement, chiming in, "Yeah, Linley, just accept it."

"We need you."

Linley smiled, didn't put up a fuss, and agreed readily, "Alright then. But I'm not really interested in managing the tribe. In daily matters, I'll leave it to you, Thomas, to handle."

Thomas nodded, smiled with relief, and said, "Good. Rest assured, leave it to me, no problem. Linley, just focus on your cultivation. From now on, the Tianlan Tribe will rely on you to make a name across all of Hell!"

With the two pillars of the Magic Cloud Tribe and Fire Snake Tribe—both Mid-level Gods—joining, the other two Low-level Gods, David and George, naturally defaulted to merging into the Tianlan Tribe. Their magnetic field fluctuations were quite calm.

Linley was strong, had great potential, and had a good personality. He hadn't become arrogant and overbearing after his sudden rise, which made them feel no resistance or resentment toward him as their leader.

Next, Donald, Dennis, David, and George each went to command their respective tribe members.

The three Saint Domain groups gathered, a vast, dark ocean of figures, countless magnetic forces chaotically converging together.

"I declare that from this day forward, the Fire Snake Tribe merges into the Tianlan Tribe..."

"I declare that from this day forward, the Magic Cloud Tribe merges into the Tianlan Tribe..."

Donald and Dennis transmitted their voices with a thread of divine power, announcing the merger of the tribes and nominating Linley, the newly promoted Mid-level God of the Tianlan Tribe, as the new leader.

"Whoa--!"

Such a major piece of news naturally caused an uproar and commotion. Especially those from the original Tianlan Tribe who were familiar with Linley's rise—their eyes burned with fervor, regarding him as an idol of worship and admiration.

A Mid-level God!

To countless people struggling bitterly at the Saint Domain level, that was a figure too lofty to even dream of! And Linley had reached this exalted realm in just a few hundred years!

Amid a wave of cheers, Thomas smiled and said, "Linley, we were going to celebrate for you earlier. Now with the tribe merger, it's an even greater joy. Let's hold a celebration feast together, so the brothers can have some fun."

"Alright."

Linley agreed readily.

That night, the Blood Moon hung high in the sky.

Under the shroud of night, bonfires blazed on Red Stone Mountain. Countless figures danced and sang together. The air was thick with the mingled scents of roasted meat and wine. Joyful laughter rose and fell, converging into a magnetic field that was hot, unrestrained, and vibrant.

Flames leaped, shadows swayed.

Linley lounged lazily against a red rock, a half-full cup of amber nectar swirling in his hand. Around him, before and behind, four beautiful women with lovely faces and graceful figures clustered, offering the utmost tenderness and obedient service.

With just a casual reach of his hand or a shift of his leg, Linley could touch large swaths of soft, warm white skin. In his ears came their passionate, orchid-fragrant breaths, along with a faint tickle.

Linley looked down at this sea of joy, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Relaxed, carefree, at ease.

Meat, wine, beauties by his side.

This kind of life was pretty good too. Not too many worries—provided you were strong enough.

"What do you think, Linley? Not bad, right? These are all the finest girls handpicked from the tribe."

Donald, arm wrapped around a graceful, golden-haired woman, walked over with a lecherous, smug grin.

"Not bad."

Linley nodded with a smile. Now that his strength had grown, he found himself indulging in pleasure as well—fine wine and beautiful women were always welcome, the more the merrier.

He was no ascetic saint; to put it bluntly, he could give up drinking, but not women.

However, even with the three tribes—Heavenly Tarn, Fire Serpent, and Demon Cloud—merged together, the number of women they could gather was still limited, let alone beauties. On top of that, having been bombarded in his past life by beauty filters, short videos, and even AI, his standards had long since been raised. Unless she was an absolute stunner, he simply wasn't interested.