Prime Originator

Inside the Abyssal Wood Demon King's forest, Chief Darkwind and his Revered Wind Tribesmen returned to the central tree.

"Chief, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman and those two pretty women are not here," a Revered Wind Tribesmen informed after searching the area.

Chief Darkwind frowned before saying, "Seems like they weren't stupid… That's fine. It's better this way; we can avoid becoming the Crimsonfog Tribe's enemy."

"Should we look for them, Chief? They could be hiding in the area," another Revered Wind Tribesmen asked.

"No need."

Chief Darkwind shook his head and said, "What's important is the Demon King's inheritance. Since they moved away from the tomb entrance, there's no need to pursue them."

The two women might be beautiful, but they are only a bonus to entertain the men if they got in their way of getting the Demon King's inheritance.

"No need to make unnecessary enemies where it's not needed. They still have an Extremity-rank Battle Master with them," Chief Darkwind added.

Several Revered Wind Tribesmen grumbled, but they had no choice but to follow the tribal chief's words.

Ultimately, the Demon King's inheritance was more important.

"Alright, start digging."

Shortly after Chief Darkwind gave the order, the Revered Wind Tribe's Battle Masters entered the tomb entrance and began clearing out the earth blocking the path ahead with their soul weapons.

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Meanwhile, Aria and Darlene hid in the treetop with the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman under a thin layer of ice that camouflaged their location.

Although they appear invisible from the outside, they could see from the inside.

"As we suspected, the Revered Wind Tribe really did come back for the Abyssal Wood Demon King's inheritance."

The One-Eyed Venerable Shaman narrowed his eye with scrutiny before snorting, "Hmph! In the end, they cannot control their greed. They can't blame us for walking into their deaths."

However, he quickly noticed Aria's saddened gaze before adding, "Of course, we don't know that for sure."

"If they run into the Mother Hellbiter, they are most likely to perish, and that will also confirm Young Master Leonhardt's situation. However, if they don't run into the Mother Hellbiter, then that also means Young Master Leonhardt made it."

"Either way, we will eventually find out the truth of the matter by using the Revered Wind Tribe to explore the tomb's situation for us," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman said.

That was the price they had to pay for their greed.

"Mm." Aria nodded.

Shortly after, she resumed her silent observation while Darlene was seated in meditation, seeming unconcerned with the situation, but in truth, she was trying to improve her strength quickly.

That way, she could at least avenge Leon if he died in the tomb.

The tier-6 bone dagger rested on her lap while her eyes closed, and her senses fully expanded to perceive the boundless and profound Law of Space.

Her mind was like a boat drifting aimlessly in the vast sea of the void, looking for something that may not be anything or anywhere.

She was looking for a chance to ascend to the Transcendent Realm, but she did not know what she was lacking or what she needed in order to succeed.

Even so, she was silently trying her best to find that glimmer of opportunity in the vastness of her soul to break through the bottleneck.

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The Revered Wind Tribe continued to dig under the central tree, clearing out the obstructed passageway and dumping mounds of dirt and rocks on the surface. 

With their unorthodox method of digging with powerful soul weapons, in addition to their warriors' great strength, the Revered Wind Tribe's Battle Masters made substantial progress in a short time.

Within half an hour of digging, they reached the first trial ground.

However, the path ahead was also blocked.

The entire first trial ground had been submerged under countless tons of earth and flattened the maze that was once there, along with all the Hellbiters hidden within.

As the Revered Wind Tribe worked their way through the buried trial ground, the noxious smell of Hellbiter blood and guts grew more pungent, making the warriors feel sick.

"Dammit, this stench is terrible!"

"Tell me about it! It's making my guts churn!"

The Revered Wind Tribesmen complained before they did not stop digging as they continued to persevere through the unpleasant environment.

"Endure it, everyone! It'll all be worth it in the end when we get our hands on the Demon King's inheritance! Riches and glory awaits us!"

Chief Darkwind attempted to raise the morale of the tribesmen with his speech.

Roughly six hours later, the Revered Wind Tribe made it through to the second trial ground before they found the huge hole up ahead.

"This must be it! The Demon King's inheritance must be here!" Chief Darkwind's eyes lit up.

However, he did not wholly lose his reason due to greed as he quickly warned the tribesmen, "On your guards, everyone! Supposedly a strong monster is guarding this place."

'As long as we beat it, the Demon King's inheritance is ours for the taking, huh?' the Venerable Shaman quietly thought.

His eyes glimmered with a greedy light.

Treasured artifacts can be shared, but only one person can have the Demon King's demon core.

'There's no need to hand over something so precious to the chief. If I can possess the Demon King's power for myself, I will have unparalleled strength and long-lasting life. Even if there were dissonance in the tribe, who can stop me when I unite the Infertile Plains?'

While the Revered Wind Tribe's Venerable Shaman had his dark thoughts, the tribesmen also had their own thoughts on the matter of inheritance.

But when they descended the giant hole, only the shredded remains of the enormous Mother Hellbiter were seen.

"This monster was the tomb's guardian…? But if it's dead, then that means…" Chief Darkwind uttered with surprise.

The Revered Wind Tribesmen quickly shot their looks around before Leon drew their gazes over to a dark corner with his voice.

"Who are you people, and what happened to the other group waiting outside?"

Leon stared at them with a dangerous gaze while casually twirling a cup of Hellbiter venom, some of which still dripped from his lips.