Unable to worry about whether he might stir up trouble, Mu Bai flew at full speed. In less than two days, he covered what had originally been a three-day journey and saw those mountains and waters in the distance. With another swish, he shifted through space and arrived directly inside the Tribe.
The Tribe was utterly silent. Mu Bai first went to the house where Hai Zhan lived, but found no sign of him. He immediately went to the Ancestral House, yet still did not see Hai Zhan. When he reached the Tribe's main gate, however, he saw five corpses hanging from its crossbeam, along with a wooden board bearing a line of bloody writing: "Death to any who trespass here!"
The bloody strokes were bold and forceful. The blood had seeped into the wood, yet remained as scarlet as fresh blood, radiating a pressure that shook the soul. Together with the five dangling, blood-drenched corpses, it made for a chilling, hair-raising warning.
Anyone who examined the corpses closely would find them even more terrifying. They were unmistakably the bodies of one yuan zun and four dao zun, their Inner Worlds shattered and their Divine Palaces extinguished, with absolutely no possibility of life remaining.
One yuan zun and four dao zun together were already a formidable, terrifying force within the Eastern Ridge Territory, capable of sweeping through numerous sects and factions. Yet all of them had died in a small, abandoned Tribe, and even their corpses had been used to establish authority and issue a warning. Who possessed such means?
Returning inside the Tribe, he found it much as it had always been, without any signs of a recent battle. Instead, several more thatched houses and courtyards had been repaired or built. This was clearly Hai Zhan's work, but there