Deen Tribe

During their journey, Rog and the others witnessed hundreds of battles in the Infernal Realm from inside the Metallic Lifeform. Yet no matter how formidable the experts were, they all fled in terror when they saw the golden giant wolf flying toward them.

This time, the metal giant wolf flew for a long time, more than two full years. At the golden giant wolf's astonishing speed, how far could it travel by charging straight ahead for a year?

"We've finally reached Yuanqing Prefecture!" Sivia stood up, stretched, and said with a smile, "Send them down." The tall young man in silver robes stood up and said, "Those of you who have reached the divine level, stand up." Rog, Dimont, and six others immediately stood.

The young man from the Mua Army flipped his hand, producing eight finger-sized black stones. "One for each of you. These Inkstones are valuable, so keep them safe. You only get one if you reach the divine level before coming to the Infernal Realm." He then handed one to each of the eight.

"Inkstone?" Rog silently glanced at the Inkstone in his hand. It was a cube, one centimeter on each side. It looked like a very ordinary piece of ore, yet Rog sensed a peculiar aura within it that made his heart tremble. Rog knew that the Inkstone was so special because it contained a trace of Destruction Sovereign Power. But extracting the Sovereign's Might from an Inkstone was probably beyond even an ordinary Asura Prefect.

A large hole suddenly opened in the metal giant wolf's belly, and more than a dozen Saint-level experts from Material Planes were tossed straight out. Everyone else was somewhat alarmed at the sight, but Rog understood that those Saint-level experts might not survive three days in the wilderness.

The young man from the Mua Army looked at Rog and the other seven and said with a smile, "Don't worry, your turn will come soon enough." The golden giant wolf kept flying, and after a while, it tossed out another dozen or so people. In the fifth group, four Lowgods were also thrown out to be taken in by an unnamed tribe. They were much luckier than those Saint-level experts; at least a tribe could protect their safety to some extent.

Finally, they arrived at another tribe.

At last, it was Rog's group's turn. A large hole opened in the Metallic Lifeform, flinging them out. They hurriedly steadied themselves and slowly descended.

The land beneath them was a range of mountains, with buildings faintly visible deep within. At that moment, seemingly sensing their arrival, a man flew out from among the mountains. He glanced over the group, and his eyes immediately lit up when he saw Rog and Dimont. He flew straight over.

He came forward and said, "Would the four of you be willing to join our Deen Tribe? If you are, you only need to pay one Inkstone, and our tribe will be responsible for protecting your safety."

Clearly, the man didn't regard the Saint-level experts as people. It seemed the minimum requirement for joining the Deen Tribe was being a Lowgod. Saint-level experts? They could fend for themselves in the wild.

"The Deen Tribe?" Rog looked at the blond man, who could also tell that the others seemed to regard Rog as their leader.

"That's right," the man said with a smile. "The land around here is under the Deen Tribe's control. I've seen plenty of people like you who came from Material Planes. You'd do best to join a tribe like ours. Otherwise, you have no idea how many bandit groups there are in the Infernal Realm. Even the smallest of them would be more than you could handle."

The two Lowgods exchanged a glance, both somewhat tempted. After all, they had already learned how brutal the Infernal Realm was. Still, they intended to see what Rog and Dimont thought first. They had just spoken with Rog briefly through Soul Transmission and were relatively familiar with him.

"May I ask how strong your tribe is? Could you tell us?" The tribes of the Infernal Realm varied greatly in strength. Some were merely groups huddling together under the leadership of one or two Midgods, yet they still called themselves tribes. And it wasn't impossible for some powerful tribes to have Six-Star Fiends or Seven-Star Fiends.

"Heh, our Deen Tribe is a large tribe with three Highgods holding down the fort. You definitely won't lose out by joining us." The blond man confidently promoted his tribe.

As long as he brought Rog and Dimont into the tribe, he would receive a sizeable reward. "All right. Take us to the tribe, and we'll give you the Inkstones." Rog nodded his agreement, and the other three naturally followed.

Whether the Deen Tribe was strong or not was secondary. The key was a Metallic Lifeform; without one, it would be far too troublesome to fly everywhere under their own power.

"Welcome, all four of you." Overjoyed, the blond man led them into the mountains.

When they reached the so-called Deen Tribe, the man, who called himself Younai, took them halfway up a towering black mountain. Smiling, he said, "A few too many people have joined the tribe recently, so this is the only place still vacant. There are some building materials nearby. You can build your own houses to live in."

Rog went closer and saw a pile of black stones in front of the clearing halfway up the mountain.

"That's Black Jade!" one of the Lowgods behind him exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right." Younai said indifferently, "This Black Jade may be rare in your Material Plane, but it's everywhere in our Infernal Realm. It's just ordinary building material."

Only then did they truly feel the difference between the Infernal Realm and Material Planes. A material worth a fortune in a Material Plane was nothing but worthless stone found everywhere in the Infernal Realm.

"Black Jade?" Rog was in a good mood. He glanced at Dimont, who indicated that he understood. On the Glais Continent, metals on the same level as Black Jade were rare, so Dimont had never been able to truly use his innate ability. Now that he had come to the Infernal Realm, his ability finally had a use.

"Rise!" A Lowgod behind them named Domir used his Laws of the Earth to easily construct four sturdy-looking houses from Earth Element.

"Lord Rog, Lord Dimont, my brother and I have come to the same tribe as you two lords. It must be fate. We'll be neighbors from now on, so please look after us." Domir was quite adept at handling people and treated Rog and Dimont with great respect.

Domir also knew that wherever there were people, disputes and factions were inevitable. Unless one was strong enough to crush all opposition, there was little future in being a lone wolf. He and his brother were only Lowgods, while Rog and Dimont were Midgods. With two Midgods among them, their little circle of four shouldn't be too weak. After all, he had just heard that the Deen Tribe had only three Highgods; no matter how strong the others were, they were Midgods at best.

"That's thoughtful of you. Don't worry, if you run into some minor trouble, I'll lend you a hand. But you should have seen how brutal the Infernal Realm is while you were aboard that metal giant wolf. Focus on your cultivation." Rog didn't mind helping Domir a little. After all, they had come to the Infernal Realm in the same group, so there was some fate between them. But if Domir truly ran into serious trouble, Rog, who was neither kin nor close to him, couldn't possibly step in just because of a few words.

"Then thank you, Lord Rog." Domir could see that Rog and Dimont had things to do, so he didn't bother them any further. He headed toward the two smaller rooms, while the two larger ones had naturally been prepared for Rog and Dimont.

"Brother, with my talent, my breakthrough to Midgod is just around the corner. Why did you have to curry favor with those two?" After the brothers returned to their room, Gray immediately began to grumble, feeling somewhat aggrieved. But he also understood his brother's good intentions, so he grumbled through Soul Transmission, not daring to let Rog and Dimont hear.

"Gray, you say you'll break through soon, but that 'soon' could mean tomorrow, or it could take five or ten years. Too much could change in that time. Besides, the fact that Rog and Dimont managed to cultivate to the Midgod level in a Material Plane already shows how talented they are. And I keep feeling there's more to Rog than meets the eye. Even Dimont, whose imposing manner makes him look hard to provoke, follows his lead. Rog is probably no ordinary Midgod either." Domir continued to counsel his younger brother.

"You should have seen those battles earlier. Even Midgods fell easily. Even if you break through to Midgod, you mustn't get too full of yourself." Hearing his brother's words, Gray fell silent. He knew his brother was right, but his inner pride made it hard for him to bear.

"Strength, strength!" Holding in his frustration, Gray began cultivating in earnest. He would reach the Highgod level as quickly as possible! Only then, presumably, would he and his brother have what they needed to establish themselves in the Infernal Realm.

"Master, my body has refined all this Black Jade. I reckon it won't be long before this Divine Clone's body surpasses my original body, perhaps even matching a divine artifact." Dimont was also very happy. The Black Jade had been refined into a more concentrated metallic essence, and even more remarkably, both his original body and his Divine Clone could absorb that essence to strengthen their bodies.

"That really is an amazing innate ability. What a pity no one else can learn it, no matter how hard they try." Only Dimont could use this ability, so Rog could only envy him.

"In the Infernal Realm, the fluctuations of the various laws really are clearer. I need to fuse the three profound mysteries of the Lightning Law as soon as possible too." Long ago, the profound mysteries of Lightning Speed and Judgment had already reached a point of compatibility. Once he successfully fused those two profound mysteries, fusing Lightning Speed and the Elemental Laws of Lightning should be much easier.

"I'll first fuse these three profound mysteries in pairs. Then fusing all three will naturally be much easier." There were naturally a few tricks to fusing profound mysteries. Without them, one could very well take many detours.