Chapter 1445 Essence Life Sword, Great Sun Heaven Suppression Technique
The vast Great Desolate had always been sparsely populated, with the inhabited areas accounting for less than one percent.
The land outside the territory of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan spanned about a hundred thousand miles, scattered among approximately 10 different clans.
Some of these Great Desolate Clans had as many as 30,000 to 50,000 people, while others, like the Han Mountain Clan, only had a few hundred people.
However, the strength of the Great Desolate was not determined by the number of people in the clans but by the highest level of cultivation and combat power.
An expert could ensure the peace of a clan.
In the area of a hundred thousand miles, Feng Zhen, the chief of the Black Flood Dragon Clan in Fengze Lake, was the strongest, reaching the seventh level of the Essence Spirit Realm.
Feng Zhen had clashed with the previous generation chief of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan, who was at the peak of the sixth level of the Essence Spirit, tens of thousands of years ago, and it ended in a draw.
At that time, the chief of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan, at the peak of the sixth level of the Essence Spirit, could roam freely within a hundred thousand miles.
The Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan had once flourished.
Unfortunately, the strength of the previous chief had diminished significantly. Although he had reached the peak of the sixth level of the Essence Spirit, he did not awaken enough power from the Golden Crow bloodline, and his combat power was no match for Feng Zhen of the Black Flood Dragon Clan.
Fengze Lake had been given away 2,000 years ago.
Over the years, the Golden Crow Han Mountain's forces had nothing left to give.
If they retreated again, their people would have no place left for survival.
This was the reason why the two elders did not retreat when the experts of the Black Panther Clan came.
Seeing the blue Golden Crow phantom behind Han Muye tremble the Heaven and Earth powers, the four experts of the clan were excited.
Now, the young clan leader actually had the cultivation of the seventh level of the Essence Spirit and awakened the bloodline of the Golden Crow. Wasn't this going to suppress the entire hundred thousand miles?
The Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan was about to rise!
"This is the Heavenly Dao not abandoning us. It's the spirit of the Golden Crow not abandoning our Golden Crow Han Mountain Tribe…" Han Chaohu's face was red and his body was trembling as he muttered.
The other three people could not help but roar. Han Dingyi chanted an ancient ballad, his voice echoing.
Han Muye could understand how they felt.
For the Golden Crow clan, which had endless glory, awakening the bloodline and suppressing all directions was a pride ingrained in their bones.
All these years, it had been too difficult for the Han Mountain Clan.
After the excitement, Han Yunhe's expression slowly turned serious.
Others also calmed their emotions, sat down, and discussed how to deal with other ethnic groups.
"The Black Panther Clan of Lu Tang is a great threat." Han Dingyi looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice, "Over the years, many of our people have been seriously injured and ultimately fallen in battles with them."
"They have encroached the most on our medicinal fields and forests."
Han Yuncheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
The grudges between the tribe and the Black Panther Tribe of Lu Tang could be traced back tens of thousands of years. Since the fall of the chief of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan in the previous generation, the Black Panther Clan had been constantly oppressing them.
Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe also looked at Han Muye expectantly.
Previously, they did not know Han Muye's cultivation level and were prepared to persuade him to leave the Han Mountain Clan.
Now that they knew Han Muye's cultivation had reached an unimaginable level, what was there to fear?
Revenge for revenge, grudge for grudge!
Han Muye nodded and looked at them, "In this case, three months later, our Han Mountain Clan will hold the ceremony for the inheritance of the Patriarch. At that time, all the grudges with the surrounding clans will be settled."
With the strength to suppress a region, he was not going to compromise.
But for now, the first thing to do is not to settle the grievances with various parties but to enhance the strength of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan.
Han Yunhe and the others left the hall, and Han Muye reached out and opened the thick sheepskin book in front of him.
These were all the information records of the entire Han Mountain Tribe.
From the cultivation and strength of the people in the tribe to some materials in the warehouse, the quantity of food, everything was detailed.
In the current Han Mountain Clan, there were only over 20 people with the cultivation of the third level of the Essence Spirit Realm, and the most potential ones were Han Jin and a few other young people.
There wasn't much food stored in the tribe, barely enough for consumption for a little over two months.
The meat, which could replenish the power of blood and qi, was severely insufficient.
Many elderly members who were physically weak withheld their rations and gave the food to the younger generation.
In the arsenal, there was only one longbow left, left behind by the previous patriarch.
Closing the sheepskin book, Han Muye raised his hand and took out the broken spear from the hands of the Black Panther Clan expert that he had shattered earlier.
The green wooden staff had a spearhead at the front.
A stream of blood and qi entered the broken spear, and familiar memories flashed in his mind.
Even in the Ruins Realm of the Great Desolate, his cheat still existed.
This made Han Muye feel a bit settled.
There weren't many memories in the broken spear.
It was crafted in the refining workshop of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom, then sold to various places in the vast wilderness through trade caravans.
This kind of low-end weapon for humans was a rare treasure among various tribes in the Great Desolate.
In the Great Desolate, the refining level was extremely simple, divided into ordinary and true weapons.
All weapons used by those below the True Spirit experts, inscribed with True Spirit runes below the nine runes, were ordinary weapons.
Above the nine runes, the treasures used by True Spirit experts were true weapons.
Han Muye sensed it and found that this broken spear had no spirituality, only three simple runes
Its strength lay in its extreme toughness and good material.
Looking at the forging material of the spearhead, Han Muye felt a bit distressed.
The precious Green Sun Cold Iron, a material used to forge spiritual treasures in the future, was actually used to forge such a common weapon.
Holding the broken spear, Han Muye shook his head gently, feeling emotional.
It was the Great Desolate after all.
The crafting technique of this broken spear was simple, with only three True Spirit runes. However, the toughness of this spear, even a low-grade spiritual treasure in the future couldn't compare.
And this was just an ordinary weapon sold to various tribes in the Great Desolate.
How powerful would the treasures designed for experts be?
No wonder the human race could rise in the Great Desolate.
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