Chu Feng couldn’t care less about the dispute that he had caused and directly stepped into the Ancient Tower of Gods.

[Trial-taker, please place the twelve God’s blood into the designated slots.]

After placing the twelve types of God’s blood that were like keys, a white light flashed, and Chu Feng’s figure disappeared on the spot. The ten or so totems that were still fighting among themselves looked at this scene in a daze. They felt that something was fishy.

Zhong Hen’s lips curled into a smile, “Since there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first.”

He did not intend to stay arguing with the foreign races. After being enemies for so long, he had a basic understanding of their worries. Since both sides did not intend to declare war now, then they should just go about their own business.

Seeing Zhong Hen fly away in the fighter jet, the foreign races who remained on the spot looked at each other in dismay. Since the humans had already left, there was no point in fighting among themselves anymore. With that, the verbal criticism stopped, and the ten or so totems who rushed in as soon as they learned of the rule change began to talk business.

“We just came in, so we don’t have the twelve God’s blood. How are we going to get into the Ancient Tower of the Gods and get the inheritance?”

“Stop daydreaming. Let’s just go to the Ancient Tower and get the Desolate God’s blood. As for the other God’s blood, if we can’t snatch it from the humans, then let the overlord-level of the foreign races in the Alliance come in. Either way, with us totems, Chu Feng can’t possibly get past us to kill the others.”

The ten totems thus chose to enter the Ancient Tower to challenge the guardian of the Ancient Tower. Before entering, they were full of confidence. They thought that the guardian would only be able to block the overlords. Once they entered, they would definitely be able to defeat the other party in less than three moves!

After a long time, the ten totems were sent out of the Tower in a sorry state. Each of them suffered injuries. They hadn’t expected that the guardian of the Tower was the stone statue of the Desolate God whose combat power was no less weak than a black horse totem. If not for their equal suffering in injuries, they might not have been able to defeat it at all! Yet now, even if they had managed to defeat it, it had been a bitter battle and a bitter victory…

“Isn’t this Tower guardian too difficult to fight? And the rewards are pitiful too. I only got two drops. How many drops of the Desolate God’s blood did you guys get?”

“Two drops.”

“Me too.”

“I got three drops.”

“Does that mean that the highest reward for defeating the Tower guardian is only three drops of the Desolate God’s blood?”

“Yes, that’s very possible.”

“If that’s the case, Chu Feng only entered a little earlier than us. He can’t be that strong…”

“He’s only at the king-level. I wonder how much of a price he paid to defeat the Tower guardian. He might’ve even ended up obtaining only one drop of the Desolate God’s blood!”

“In terms of the number of totems, the Alliance has more. The humans definitely won’t be able to get much of the inheritance this time!”

As such, after some speculation and mutual agreement, the first dozen or so totem-level foreign races finally dispersed in satisfaction, each thinking of ways to snatch the rest of the God’s blood they needed.

As for the one or two drops of extra Desolate God’s blood they had on hand, they planned to give them to the one or two overlords that were most likely to advance to the totem level. Many times, some of the peak overlords only needed an opportunity to break through to the next level. In such a bottleneck, some could be shackled for a lifetime, but sometimes it could be broken without any warning. The inheritance in the Ancient Tower of Gods was naturally the best opportunity at the moment!

…

On the other side of the dead, silent sky-blue planet, in the western hemisphere where it was eternal night. Zhong Hen rode on his Aerial Fighter Het, stopping halfway up a lofty mountain. Many human Beastmasters got off the aircraft and regrouped with their companions who had been staying on the mountain earlier.

“Everyone, gather here!” Zhong Hen shouted.

All the Beastmasters present immediately lined up orderly and raised their heads to look at the magnate. They were all ready for battle.

Zhong Hen said solemnly, “Chu Feng has given me a large amount of God’s blood that he risked his life to obtain in the land of heritage. There are a total of nine drops of Desolate God’s blood… Six drops of Flower God’s blood… All the God’s blood above that are provided by Chu Feng himself. I’ll distribute them on his behalf.”

“First, there’s the priority list. Dragon King, Royal King, Sword King, Mu Yao, and Wan Wanqing, you may either take the twelve God’s blood and enter the Ancient Tower of Gods to receive the heritage, or you may exchange this slot for equal points. What are your choices?”

The overlord-level Beastmasters who were called were taken aback for a moment, all silent.

Wan Wanqing asked with a conflicted expression, “Magnate, my combat strength is low, and my talent isn’t that great. Wouldn’t it be a waste if this slot fell on me?”

The magnate replied with a sonorous and powerful voice, “Wan Wanqing, you helped Chu Feng when he was weak. We humans have always followed the principle of returning the favor, so you deserve this spot! Or do you want to exchange it for points?”

Wan Wanqing immediately shook her head and said firmly, “No, I want to become stronger!”

This opportunity was obtained through Chu Feng’s blood and sweat. It was immeasurable with points.

“Very good,” Zhong Hen nodded, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, “Does anyone else have a different opinion?”

Everyone present shook their heads, indicating that they had no objections. Zhong Hen calculated the combined sets of God’s blood that the Ancient King had given him with those in his hands. In the end, he allocated the remaining four drops of Desolate God’s blood and the inheritance slots to the four overlord-level Beastmasters who had contributed greatly to the human race.

“Ancient King, Light King, Flying King, and Ice King, you have two choices as well. One is to make up for the difference with points, and the other is to owe Chu Feng a favor.”

The four of them made their choices as well, and after that, the magnate sent the rest out of the land of heritage. Although most Beastmasters had only stayed for around ten days, it was enough for them to harvest all kinds of treasures. After all, thanks to Chu Feng, there were no foreign races around in the last few days. As a result, most people obtained a gain equivalent to more than ten million points!

Only the magnate and the nine people who were determined to go to the Ancient Tower of the Gods remained where they were. Zhong Hen sent them to the front of the Tower, “No one knows what’s going on in the Tower. I hope everyone can return safely.”

The nine people walked into the Ancient Tower with serious expressions.

[Please place the twelve God’s blood into the designated slots.]

After they followed the instructions and placed the God’s blood, the figures that could still be vaguely seen outside suddenly disappeared.

“Even if they can really accept the inheritance, it’s not certain how much each person can get,” Zhong Hen muttered to himself, “Even if an ordinary person has the opportunity, it’s hard for them to reach the legend-level even after spending their entire life. Even if they can really become one, it will take them at least a thousand years…”

Chu Feng was a surprise. His growth rate had always shocked Zhong Hen.

“Chu Feng, I hope you can get the most and best harvest this time.”

As a member of the human race and the leader, Zhong Hen didn’t want to see the foreign races gain the opportunity to develop. After all, the past experiences of the human race had shown again and again that once the foreign races recovered and gained more advantages, the human race would be in danger.