Moling Great World

Before coming here, Aido had curiously asked Zhou Lin what they should do to put them in their place if their geniuses did not challenge him.

Zhou Lin's answer was, "If they do not even have the courage to challenge me, then this race is not worth putting in its place."

A person's reputation cast a long shadow.

As the Human Race's supreme genius, Zhou Lin's name was no secret in the Luojin Universe Nation. How could the Tiwala Tribe not have heard of him?

A peerless monster who had conquered Primal Tongtian Mountain at the Cosmic level.

These Tiwala Tribesmen had grown up listening to stories of defeating human geniuses. How could they not be interested in such supreme glory?

The Moling Great World was boundlessly vast. Zhou Lin had seen over ten thousand cities along the way alone, while nearly all the remaining regions were filled with towering mountains.

Vast swathes of dark green bamboo had been planted on the mountains.

From an extremely high vantage point, fifty percent of the entire continent looked like this, as deep and vast as a dark green ocean.

Ximo enthusiastically introduced the place as well. "Our Tiwala Tribe is a Plant Lifeform, and we possess the Ink Bamboo Bloodline, so we have planted a great deal of it."

This race did not use a tribal system. Instead, it had established many cities, somewhat similar to the World Cities of the Blood Luo Continent.

The difference was that Immortals could be found almost everywhere in the Moling Great World. They were nowhere near as scarce as on the Blood Luo Continent. At the very center of the world stood the Venerable Lord Hall.

The Venerable Lord Hall stood tens of millions of kilometers tall, piercing the clouds. Its length and width each spanned a billion kilometers, making it the grandest structure in the entire world.

Such a vast and majestic building rivaled the scale of many continents. Its entire body was dark green, while sacred pale golden radiance streamed down from its peak, illuminating a radius of several light-years.

The holy land of the Moling Great World.

Its lower and middle levels were where the Immortals resided.

The Venerables lived at the top. As for their number, it was impossible to determine.

"Your Highness, we will soon arrive at Ruowa City." Ximo pointed at the vast city ahead. "This is also where we handle our business with the Merchant Department."

Zhou Lin looked ahead and saw an enormous city appear before him, even more magnificent than Luojin City on Imperial Capital Star.

The city was brilliantly colored, with all kinds of buildings rising in dense clusters.

Countless residents looked up at them.

"How many cities like this do you have?" Zhou Lin suddenly thought of something. Just how enormous was the Tiwala Tribe's population?

Ximo said proudly, "There are a thousand major cities like Ruowa City in our world alone. As for the medium and small cities, they are too numerous to count."

"A thousand?" Zhou Lin knew perfectly well that every major city had to have a King Immortal. In other words, this race had over a thousand Kings alone!

The Human Race only had a hundred thousand Kings.

The number of Immortal Spirits was even more absurdly vast. This was the foundation of a race.

Yet such a powerful race still needed to be affiliated with humanity to have room to survive, and could only reside within a Cosmic Secret Realm.

The spaceship landed in the city lord's manor. Several hundred Tiwala Tribesmen had gathered in the spacious central plaza, warmly welcoming the human prince who had come from afar.

But Zhou Lin found it strange that he had not gained even a single point of Prestige Value.

Even by the time of the evening banquet, Zhou Lin still had not gained any Prestige Value.

The banquet itself was exceedingly grand. Dozens of Immortal Spirits accompanied him, the ingredients were incomparably precious, and beautiful maidservants sang and danced.

By Zhou Lin's estimate, this feast had cost at least several Hun Yuan units, equivalent to the entire fortunes of quite a few Realm Lords.

"Your Highness Zhou Lin." During the banquet, several Immortal Spirits came over to toast him. Before this legendary peerless monster, they still knew their place.

As the banquet was nearing its end, Ximo approached Zhou Lin with a wine cup and said softly, "Your Highness, you may encounter a few minor troubles during your stay with our race over the next few days."

"Oh?" Zhou Lin asked with feigned confusion. "Why is that?"

Ximo smiled. "If the younger generation of our race learns that a human genius prince has come as a guest, they will surely challenge you. It does not matter if they bring humiliation upon themselves, but wasting Your Highness's time would be inappropriate."

It did not matter what the tribesmen thought. These Immortals still knew Zhou Lin's strength.

By their estimation, anyone wanting to contend with Zhou Lin had to at least be a World Lord-level genius.

A Domain Lord?

The entire Tiwala Tribe could not produce a Domain Lord that powerful.

"I know," Zhou Lin replied calmly, but he did not think the matter could be concealed. His spaceship had crossed so many regions of the Moling Great World.

Defeating a human genius was the highest glory within the race.

Only extreme passion could keep a race vigorous, allowing powerful experts to emerge generation after generation. Perhaps, with the passage of time, a Universe Master might one day be born.

Ximo smiled. "If anyone challenges you, Your Highness may deal with them however you wish. Letting them recognize the gap is also a good thing."

Zhou Lin smiled at that. Ximo clearly wanted him to swiftly defeat any challengers and send them away, so the matter would have far less impact.

This race was not as he had imagined. Their attitude toward him was polite but distant; they had no intention of deliberately fawning over him.

A race with a Universe Overlord had greater confidence.

Though both were affiliated races, humanity's attitude toward them was completely different from its attitude toward a race like the Golden Horn Tribe, which no longer had a Universe Overlord.

Take their Moling Star, for instance. It existed independently outside this world and could even serve as an administrative planet of the Luojin Universe Nation.

Of course, the Tiwala Tribe's attitude was simply because they knew why Zhou Lin had come: to put their race in its place.

Over the years, the geniuses within the race had always thought highly of themselves and looked down on humanity. They had even revered the prodigy who defeated that genius from the Giant Axe Fighting Arena as a hero.

How could the Tiwala Tribe's upper echelons be unaware of all this?

Yet they had tacitly permitted such behavior in secret. If a race wanted to rise, it needed this kind of courage to challenge others.

"We'll see," Zhou Lin said. After draining his cup, he directly made an excuse. "City Lord Ximo, I suddenly gained some inspiration. I would like to cultivate quietly for a while."

"Hehe, alright."

Ximo smiled, then turned and instructed, "Take His Highness to rest."

After Zhou Lin and the others left, Ximo's expression became incomparably gloomy.

A Marquis Immortal beside him sighed. "Zhou Lin has come with ill intent. We will probably have to force a World Lord-level genius to make a move."

Everyone knew that the challenges to come were unavoidable.

Both sides knew perfectly well why Zhou Lin had come.

"If our race could produce a Universe Master, humanity would not dare treat us this way." Ximo gritted his teeth.

During racial wars, races like the Golden Horn Tribe were the first to be sent forward to do the dirty and exhausting work. Their Tiwala Tribe was stronger, but not by much.

Only a race possessing a Universe Master could have autonomy.

Even if they were affiliated with the Peak Races, they would have a great deal of influence, and humanity would not dare put them in their place so casually.

"Tomorrow will be very interesting." Zhou Lin was already looking forward to it.