Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A new totem?

Didn’t the Blazing Prairie Tribe lack a totem?

Didn’t the Blazing Prairie Tribe renounce following the old paths?

“You become the chief, the symbol of the clan, representing the power of the clan. In this way, your power can be lent to everyone, lent to those clan members who inscribe divine patterns.”

“Similarly, when you need it, the entire clan can also lend all their power to you, and then,” Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong, his face solemn, “then, you can easily slay high-tier divine beasts.”

“If the clan is stronger, with more members, maybe one day you can even fight against an Overlord.”

Overlords.

In today’s Primordial Wilderness, there was no mention of Overlords’ existence.

High-tier divine beasts were the strongest known.

Excitement flashed across Zhu Rong’s face, then he took a deep breath and nodded.

He knew, Senior Brother Han would not deceive him.

A hundred days later.

The previously abandoned altar high platform was utilized once again.

The current altar had been raised to a height of thirty feet, with flames ascending from it.

All of the people of the Blazing Prairie Tribe had been gathered, huddling below the high platform.

The nearly fifty thousand tribespeople occupied an area of ten miles.

Ten miles away, heads of Gray Wolves and heads of Demon Bulls, all looked up.

They could feel the surging power on the high platform ahead.

“Wooh—”

The sound of the horn resounded, everyone looked up and saw Zhu Rong on the high platform, clad in golden-red flame battle armor and holding a long spear.

Next to him stood Han Muye, wearing a green robe.

Han Muye looking at Zhu Rong, spoke softly, “Zhu Rong, are you willing to give everything for your own clan?”

Han Muye’s voice spread throughout a hundred miles.

Everyone held their breath.

“I am willing to give everything for my own clan.” Determination shone from Zhu Rong’s eyes as he gazed at all the tribespeople below him.

At this moment, he could feel a peculiar power gathering.

When Zhu Rong had finished speaking, many of the old members of the Blazing Prairie Tribe below had already clenched their fists tightly.

They had experienced the tribe’s past hardships.

“Zhu Rong, are you willing to share and separate your power with your tribespeople, allowing everyone to become as powerful as you?” Han Muye asked again.

Sharing power!

Although all the tribespeople knew what arrangement was planned for today, when Han Muye asked this question, everyone was still stunned.

How powerful was Zhu Rong?

He was capable of fighting against divine beasts.

If they could receive his power, even just a thousandth or ten-thousandth of it, that would be unimaginably strong.

“My power comes from the clan; of course, I am willing to share my power with my clan members,” Zhu Rong spoke out loudly once again.

Share his power with the clan members?

How?

Everyone looked up as those who had previously learned divine pattern engraving, but were unable to complete it due to inadequate strength, stepped onto the high platform.

Zhu Rong raised his hand, and bunches of flame fell upon these people.

The flames transformed into golden marks that congregated on their foreheads.

From now on, that was the flame divine pattern among the clan, also known as the totemic power.

When this totemic divine pattern fell upon their foreheads, flames also ascended from their bodies.

Yet, as the flame enveloped their bodies, they didn’t fracture or turn into charred remains; instead, all of them showed expressions of exhilaration.

Batch after batch of tribespeople came forward.

Zhu Rong condensed flames in his hand and handed it to them.

Each person receiving this flame mark now had a trace of Flame Origin Force coursing through their bodies.

Han Muye watched all this from one side.

Naturally, he wouldn’t say that while everyone could borrow Zhu Rong’s power through the divine pattern division, they were also subtly nourishing Zhu Rong.

Moreover, within the entire clan, no one’s strength could surpass Zhu Rong’s.

This suppression of power was similar to that of the bloodline in the Desolate Wilderness.

Looking up at the sky, a hint of emotion appeared on Han Muye’s face.

The separation of divine patterns, the manifestation of the clan totem, this was his compromise with the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

Or perhaps it could be called a collaboration.

Bloodline and Origin inheritance were the methods of legacy in the Desolate Wilderness.

Refining weapons, battle formations, including direct infusion of Origin, these were all Han Muye’s skills.

Now, Han Muye and the Primordial Heavenly Dao were working together to apply these methods on the tribespeople of the Blazing Prairie Tribe.

This was to fully enhance the strength of the human race.

Was it because the divine beast tribes within the Desolate Wilderness were no longer able to support the Origin, or was it that these divine beasts had already lost the trust of the Primordial Heavenly Dao?

Thinking of the plans of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, Han Muye felt that it might be the latter reason this time.

The divine beasts had betrayed the Desolate Wilderness.

“Boom—”

As more and more people from the Blazing Prairie Clan accepted the divine pattern power, Zhu Rong’s aura began to waver.

He seemed to have reached the verge of his cultivation abilities collapsing.

Above his head, thunderclouds converged.

This is one of the rules in the primordial world, once the power of the divine beasts declines too much, they might be deemed unworthy of controlling the Origin.

In fact, it was a divine beast heavenly tribulation.

When this tribulation appeared, the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast, the Black Tiger Demon, and the Gray Wolf all trembled violently.

This was the fear of the power of heaven and earth.

Han Muye looked up and took a step forward.

A dense Light of Thunder emerged on his body.

This heavenly tribulation, he would withstand it!

“Boom—”

“Boom—”

“Boom—”

…

Every bolt of lightning that struck Han Muye was directly absorbed by him.

In the primordial world, few forces could harm him now.

His physical body and soul had already reached the Overlord level, he was an existence that dominated the primordial world.

All the people of the Blazing Prairie Clan were granted divine patterns, even those divine and demon beasts each received a divine pattern on their bodies.

From then on, these demon beasts had the seed of divine patterns, with the potential to evolve into divine beasts.

When all the clan members and divine and demon beasts surged with power, revealing the strength of divine patterns, there was no longer the surging flame from Zhu Rong’s body.

He seemed to have become a mortal.

All his flame power was dispersed.

But the brilliance in his eyes was already too dazzling to look at directly.

“Chief—”

“Chief—”

Countless cheers echoed.

All were kneeling beneath the high platform.

This was out of gratitude for Zhu Rong’s sharing of power.

Zhu Rong looked up, towards the sky.

He had not a trace of power on his body, but he took a step and stood beside Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han, let me withstand this lightning.”

Without any excess Origin Force, Zhu Rong, just as ordinary, reached out his hand.

All the lightning wrapped around his body.

“Boom—”

His body turned into flame.

This flame seemed to come from the Eternal Ancient.

Within the flame, a figure emerged.

A colossal stature.

Golden chains of flame all over his body.

The black armor he wore dripped with flame.

This was the aggregation of Flame Power, then transformed into an illusion.

This was the condensation of the fiery power.

The power emanating from this figure was only slightly weaker than Han Muye, who was at the level of an Origin Overlord with fiery power.

The lightning dissipated, revealing Zhu Rong’s body.

“Thank you, Senior Brother Han.”

At that moment, Zhu Rong possessed the power of a Half-Step Overlord!

Han Muye smiled and nodded, extending his hand to pat Zhu Rong on the shoulder.

Below, countless cheers resonated.

A sharing of Flame Origin had led to dozens more people in the clan being able to inscribe divine patterns.

The Blazing Prairie Tribe’s refining weapons speed also sped up.

Three years’ time.

The Blazing Prairie Tribe had grown into a huge tribe with three hundred thousand members.

Thirty thousand of the clan members had the power of divine patterns.

The battle formation they formed now consisted of eight thousand people.

This was the eight thousand strong army practiced daily under Zhu Rong’s command.

The Floating Cloud Iron of Cloudfall Mountain had been nearly depleted, so now many in the tribe were looking for new spiritual minerals mines.

“Chief, Zhaoling has sent news that they found a spiritual mine.”

A muscular man clothed in tight battle armor quickly approached Zhu Rong, loudly reporting.

They found a spiritual mine!

All eyes turned to Zhu Rong.

“Zhaoling found a spiritual mine in Bu Taishan, fifty thousand li away,” the muscular man reported, presenting the spiritual mine that he held in his hand to Zhu Rong.

“However, the human tribe at Bu Taishan wants our Blazing Prairie Tribe to send troops to help them eliminate the demon beasts and divine beasts entrenched there.”

“As long as we can clear out those divine beasts and demon beasts, they will help us mine in the future.”