The fox spirit, now free, landed on the ground, her cold eyes calmly fixed on Qin Ze.
She stared blankly, momentarily mesmerized.
Qin Ze said in the Local Area Network, "See that? This is the charm of Human Race man who appears once every three thousand years."
The other clones chimed in, "If the Pretty God is handsome, then I am handsome too."
"Me too."
Me too.
"Yay! Everyone here is handsome!"
"..."
After a moment, the woman slowly spoke, "You and him... look a bit alike."
Qin Ze asked curiously, " Jiuyou? How does it resemble that?"
The woman hesitated for a moment. "The feeling I get from it."
Qin Ze twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that this woman was desperate for a man.
The woman raised her hand and tucked her long hair behind her ear, revealing a pale yet delicate face.
She straightened her clothes and introduced herself, "Princess Qiong of the Barbarian Tribe."
Qin Ze clasped his hands in a fist Molten Steel Civilization salute. "I am Lin Zhiyuan, a handsome man who appears only once every three thousand years in the Human Race, the best friend of Maka Emperor, the sole and designated successor of the Blue Flame Race's Lin Zhiyuan Fire Movement Technique, an honored guest of the Sea of Glaze, the savior of the Molten Steel Civilization, the sworn brother of the Holy Son of the Blazing Sun Clan, the strategic partner of the Spirit Clan, and a sword cultivator who aspires to surpass the Sword God."
Upon hearing this string of titles, Joan's beautiful eyes widened in surprise; this man was no ordinary person.
He has such close ties with so many different races; he must be an unparalleled powerhouse like Jiuyou, capable of roaming freely in the Land of the Gods.
Qin Ze was very satisfied with Qiong's reaction and said to his clones, "See? When you're out in the world, you give yourself your identity."
The Dharma King said, "Reveal the identity of the Pretty God and give her a fright!"
After listening to the other party's self-introduction, Qin Ze felt that the fox spirit didn't seem like a heinous villain; this demon seemed to be impure.
Qiong snapped out of her daze and asked, "The person you're looking for... is also one of my Barbarian Tribe?"
Qin Ze: "Is this place full of the Barbarian Tribe?"
Joan nodded.
The Dharma King exclaimed, "Wow, that Jiuyou amazing! He's taken everything, eating and taking, so he's basically taken the entire Barbarian Tribe, huh?"
Joan then added, "To be precise, we weren't suppressed here; we came here voluntarily."
Qin Ze was completely puzzled. Enjoying being imprisoned? What kind of peculiar fetish was that?
Qiong knew nothing about Brother Yuanzi's affairs; she had never left this small house, and her memory was still stuck at the moment she entered.
Thinking about it this way, Qin Ze actually felt quite sorry for Qiong.
In such a cramped space, a person waited alone for who knows how many years.
Qiong said, "If you want to know what happened in the past, you can ask the Demon Suppression Hall directly; they know more details than I do."
Qin Ze: "How am I supposed to ask that?"
Qiong looked him up and down. "Now I'm starting to believe that you were indeed brought in by the Demon Suppression Hall."
" The Demon Suppression Hall has mistaken you for Jiuyou; you can communicate with it directly."
Qin Ze looked around. "Is the Demon Suppression Hall here? Tell me what happened back then, where is the Jiuyou? How were the Barbarian Tribe suppressed here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, ripples like water appeared on the surrounding walls, floor, and ceiling.
The ripples spread out in layers, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.
The small room had disappeared, replaced by the magnificent hall that Qin Ze was familiar with.
Several people with animalistic features were sitting on those chairs, with an old man with a fox-like appearance sitting in the main seat.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "Having gone back in time, the Demon Suppression Hall is quite intelligent."
Demon Suppression Hall: "..."
Qin Ze clicked his tongue in amazement. "So the Barbarian Tribe aren't just limited to fox spirits; they also have all sorts of Furui."
The old fox, his face full of sorrow, sighed, " The Star Gate has shattered again. From now on, none of my Barbarian Tribe people will have the chance to become gods."
"The situation in the Land of the Gods is becoming increasingly turbulent; several civilizations that were friendly with us have already perished in the war."
"If this continues, disaster will inevitably befall the Barbarian Tribe sooner or later."
The war between the Star God and the Strange God swept across the entire Land of the Gods; no civilization could remain uninvolved, it was only a matter of time.
A robust-looking middle-aged man suggested, "Why don't we find Pillar God to rely on? I've heard that recently those Pillar God have been looking for worshipper civilizations, and many civilizations have become Land of Faith for these gods."
"Since you're a believer, you should receive God's protection, right?"
The Snake Woman immediately said, "That's not right. The fate of the Barbarian Tribe cannot be entrusted to others."
The people inside the hall immediately began to discuss among themselves.
"In the current situation, just surviving is a blessing; what good would surrendering one's fate do?"
"What if the Pillar God uses us as cannon fodder? The number of lives lost in the war every day is in the hundreds of millions."
"The clan leader is only one step away from becoming a god—crossing the Star Gate. With his current strength, protecting our clan shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Even at the pinnacle of Demigod, one is still Demigod; the difference between them and gods is like heaven and earth."
"Then what should we do? Just lie down?"
"..."
Qin Ze watched with great interest.
Infighting between high-ranking officials is something that happens in every civilization.
Qin Ze secretly observed Qiong beside him; she still had a cold face and showed no reaction whatsoever.
"Cough cough cough~"
The old fox suddenly coughed a few times, and the hall immediately fell silent.
It was clear that the other Furui held the old fox in high esteem.
The old fox said in a deep voice, "The fate of the Barbarian Tribe cannot be entrusted to outsiders, not even gods. The Barbarian Tribe must control their own destiny."
The Snake Woman asked, "Chieftain, is there any hope for you to condense Divinity?"
The old fox shook his head. "Unless the Star Gate is rebuilt."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
The Star Gate has already been rebuilt once; will another god rebuild it?
It might happen, but the chances are extremely low.
Moreover, the Star Gate is rarely broken, and the Strange God will not give it a chance to be rebuilt; they will certainly guard it closely.
The chubby-faced man said, "Is all we can do now is tough it out?"
The old fox slowly raised his head, looking in the direction of Qin Ze, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.
"Although we don't have Star Gate, we can create our own gods, the gods of our Barbarian Tribe."
"This god will never be disloyal; as long as He exists, He will forever protect the Barbarian Tribe."
Qin Ze frowned.
Barbarian Tribe want to create gods?
Indeed, no civilization that has survived to this day is without its challenges.
They always come up with a great idea and come up with some unexpected tricks.
The others exchanged bewildered glances after hearing the clan leader's words.
"Create a god? How? Are we supposed to build a Star Gate?"
The old fox looked at the dome of the main hall, then patted the armrest of the chair beside him, and said in a deep voice, "The way to create gods lies within this."
The Snake Woman seemed to have thought of something, " Jiuyou, you want Jiuyou to become this god?"
The old fox nodded slightly. "Only in this way can the Barbarian Tribe have a glimmer of hope for the future."