If One Won Every Heart, All Would Become Words; If One Cast Off the Five Aggregates, One Would Become a Heavenly Demon

Land of the Divine Remains.

The Lianxi Tribe was now exceptionally prosperous, having nearly unified one side of the region. Across the river, it faced off against another immense tribe, the Changshan clan. After several rounds of reconciliation, conflict, and reconciliation again, the two sides had gradually reached a balance, maintaining the front along the river and trading victories and defeats.

Today, You Hong led a group to patrol the riverbank.

You Hong had been one of the prisoners of war captured by the Lianxi Tribe years ago. He had once spoken before the divine statue, and now he had successfully envisioned the statue within his heart, becoming one who served the god. The Suke Tribe he led had also leapt into prominence among the subordinate clans because of this.

"There have been several clashes around here before, so be careful. There's no telling whether the other side has left traps here or laid an ambush..."

The people receiving his instructions were not members of the main Lianxi Tribe. They were all from subordinate clans, and they held You Hong in awe, regarding him as a heroic figure among the subordinate races.

"Chief, there seems to be someone in the woods across the river!"

At that moment, one of the scouts by the river spoke up and pointed toward the forest on the opposite bank.

Crash!

As his words fell, the forest across the river shook. A figure darted rapidly through it, seemingly fleeing at full speed.

"Not good, that person is getting away!" Seeing this, the man who had shouted immediately hurled a sharpened wooden stake from his hand straight into the forest across the river. The stake flashed through the air, but struck nothing.

At the same time, You Hong stepped forward, raised his hand, and formed a