Black Tower Tribe covered several square miles, dotted with seven to eight hundred stone houses built from massive rocks. More than 4,500 Black Tower clansmen lived there.
A tribe of this scale was nothing in the Immortal Realm, and even in Xiao Ying's eyes, it was smaller than a small city in Pangu World. Yet its combined strength was enough to sweep through king-city-level cities in Pangu World.
The moment Xiao Ying woke, his older sister, Silver Wing, helped him out into the courtyard for some air. Following his instructions, Silver Wing then went to notify the High Priest, Soul Devourer King.
At this moment...
Xiao Ying sat blankly on the steps outside the door with a foolish grin on his face. His eyes were calm and still as he watched the simple, bustling life of the tribe, yet his heart churned with stormy waves.
The Barbarian Tribe was called the abandoned child of the Heavenly Dao. Yet in Xiao Ying's eyes, they were the Heavenly Dao's favored children. At least in terms of physical strength, they were truly blessed by nature and looked down upon every other race!
In an open area several hundred meters away, more than a dozen eight- and nine-year-old children were playing...
In the middle of the clearing, five or six children hugged dark ironwood logs three or four zhang long and nearly a meter thick, wildly striking at one another with crackling blows. Every log was several times larger than the children themselves and weighed hundreds, even thousands, of pounds, like ants carrying rice.
At the edge of the open ground, another four or five children held stone millstones one or two meters across, tossing them up and catching them again and again as if they were embroidered balls...
Two more children clutched stone