Chapter 145: Migration of the Entire Clan

The death-ray of the three-headed demonic hound immediately clashed with the twin blood-pupil demonic beams in the void.

However, that hazy, ashen death-ray was terrifyingly formidable. In an instant, the two blood-pupil demonic beams lost all their luster, turning completely gray and ashen before shattering utterly.

The residual death-ray slammed fiercely into the old blood ghost.

This ray of death did not tear apart the old blood ghost’s physical body; instead, it completely plunged straight into him.

"Ah..."

At that very moment, the old blood ghost let out a piercing scream.

The vital life force within him vanished on a massive scale, replaced by a permeating aura of death. His flesh and blood turned into black smoke, exposing bare, white bones.

"No!"

The old blood ghost sensed his life rapidly slipping away.

Yet, no matter how desperately he tried to suppress it, he could do nothing against that power of death, which corroded all living energy.

His condition continuously deteriorated.

As a result, he became even less capable of resisting the devouring force coming from the maw of the three-headed demonic hound, his form gradually being pulled toward that gigantic, gaping mouth.

This is bad!

The old blood ghost never imagined he would encounter a life-or-death calamity.

The next moment, a series of treasured talismans, radiating exceptionally powerful demonic fluctuations, appeared in his hands. In a flash, these talismans were activated, hurtling toward the three-headed demonic hound like a crushing deluge under the old blood ghost's furious drive.

Seeing this unfold, Yitian, transformed into the three-headed demonic hound, was greatly shocked.

The three-headed demonic hound instantly ceased its devouring action, retreating backward without a shred of hesitation while using its main body for defense.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Transformed into the three-headed demonic hound, Yitian felt as though the surrounding void was about to collapse. Terrifying torrents of power were unleashed and collided, continuously tearing at the flesh of the demonic hound.

When everything finally subsided, the three-headed demonic hound was covered in wounds. Large chunks of flesh and blood on various parts of its body had been shredded and obliterated, making it look utterly wretched.

Yet, at this exact moment, Yitian discovered that the figure of the old blood ghost had vanished entirely.

The adversary had merely been putting up a last-ditch struggle moments ago.

Even so, the old blood ghost would likely not last long; once infected by the power of death, death was an absolute certainty.

With Yitian seriously injured and Xiao Hei weakened, neither of them pursued him.

As Yitian’s consciousness returned to his true body, he noticed that the Astral Mud, having reverted to its original form, seemed to have faded, changing from its previous deep, abyssal black to a pale gray.

This signified that the Astral Mud had consumed a colossal amount of energy, causing an anomaly in its coloration.

However, the Astral Mud had not dropped below the crimson tier. It seemed that once it reached this level, as long as its origin was not damaged, even exhausting all its energy would not cause it to regress.

This was magnificent news for Yitian.

Meanwhile, the old blood ghost staggered away for thousands of miles before finally collapsing onto a cliffside, where he hastily carved out a cave and sealed the entrance.

At this point, the flesh across his entire body had withered into lifelessness, saturated with death aura. Even his bones looked as though they had weathered millions of years, mottled and ancient.

"Ah!"

Ultimately, the soul of the old blood ghost disintegrated amidst agonizing wails.

A skeleton that looked as though it had been dead for countless ages sat cross-legged upon the cliff, completely devoid of any life.

Yitian and Xiao Hei returned to the tribe.

This calamity could be described as exceptionally perilous; Yitian had almost failed to withstand the old blood ghost.

He had unleashed nearly all of his trump cards. Fortunately, he had heavily wounded and crippled his foe at the final moment, thereby averting the disaster. Otherwise, this would have spelled absolute annihilation for the Yi Clan.

Once the clan leader and the various elders learned that the crisis had passed, they successively instructed the tribesmen to emerge from the underground sanctuary.

The tribesmen had grown somewhat accustomed to such perils. Maintaining composure, they quickly resumed their normal routines.

To guard against any unforeseen developments, Yitian and Xiao Hei remained at the tribe to recover their strength.

The battle between the old blood ghost, Yitian, and Xiao Hei had all been witnessed by the Myriad-Head Demonic Beast suppressed deep beneath the earth.

A glint of contemplation flashed through its bronze-bell-like eyes.

Whether it was the two-headed demonic hound that Xiao Hei had transformed into, or the three-headed demonic hound that appeared later, both left it profoundly shocked, as well as slightly surprised and puzzled.

"That human harbors massive secrets!"

The Myriad-Head Demonic Beast muttered to itself inwardly.

Clearly, the three-headed demonic hound that emerged at the end of Yitian’s battle with Modian Hua was likely closely connected to Yitian himself.

Yitian, currently recovering, remained unaware that he had caught the attention of the suppressed Myriad-Head Demonic Beast.

Ever since the battle with the old blood ghost, Yitian had been plagued by splitting headaches caused by severe mental overexertion. It took him over ten days for the agonizing pain to subside.

During this period, Xiao Hei also bounced back to full health.

Once Yitian had fully recovered his strength, he searched a radius of over a thousand miles centered around the tribe, yet found no trace of the old blood ghost, which left him somewhat unsettled.

From his perspective, having been struck by the death-ray of the three-headed demonic hound, the adversary was undeniably doomed.

Yet, failing to find the foe's remains still caused him a lingering sense of anxiety. If the enemy had somehow survived and staged a comeback, the situation would undoubtedly become far more perilous. Furthermore, given that the adversary was a supreme master, the treasures on his person must have been immensely rich. Failing to acquire those spoils left Yitian quite disappointed.

After deliberating for a long time following the crisis, the clan leader and the elders decided to relocate the entire clan to the Second Ancestral Land.

Their current ancestral land had suffered from various crises, large and small, earning it a reputation of ill omen. They might not be so fortunate the next time.

Consequently, the clan leadership resolved to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, migrating to Lotus Flower Mountain to reunite with the clansmen who had moved to the Second Ancestral Land earlier.

Yitian heartily approved of this decision.

If not for the underground sanctuary beneath the tribe—where retreating inside made it difficult even for Earth-realm supreme masters to breach—the consequences would have been unthinkable.

That underground sanctuary housed the sacred statue and heritage of their forefather, Divine Yi, and must not be compromised under any circumstances. Extremely safe as it was, it was not something they would easily abandon.

This was precisely why the tribe had not completely migrated away when the crisis struck.

Over the next few days, the remaining five thousand and more members of the tribe packed their belongings, and in a grand, imposing procession, ventured once more into the Crouching Dragon Mountain Range to execute the clan-wide migration.

Three days later, the main force of the Yi Clan arrived at Lotus Flower Mountain, which was now the sole gathering place of the Yi Clan.

The days that followed were exceptionally busy for the Yi Clan.

Under the construction of thousands of tribal warriors and clansmen, Lotus Flower Mountain was continuously reinforced and expanded. Secret passages leading out of the mountain range were also excavated—a massive engineering feat.

After over two months of bustling activity, the Yi Clan finally settled everything.

Lotus Flower Mountain was located tens of thousands of miles deep within the Crouching Dragon Mountain Range, where fierce beasts roamed everywhere. Intermediate-level fierce beasts served as overlords of their own domains, ruling the mountains or plaguing the region.

The hunting expeditions of the Yi Clan could not afford to be careless.

Every time the Yi Clan went out hunting, three or four Human-realm experts had to accompany the party. The lower-grade treasured bows previously used by Yitian and the others had now been handed over to the Grand Chief, the Vice-Chief, and several leaders. They also practiced the Heaven-Shooting Sun Technique, and aided by the treasured bows, they could contend even with late intermediate-level fierce beasts.

Thus, the tribe established their residence in this forest tract, ten thousand miles deep within the Crouching Dragon Mountain Range.

The resources here were unimaginably abundant, with fierce beasts being hauled back in batches of dozens or hundreds.

Intermediate-level fierce beasts were a common sight during every hunt.

Aside from that, all sorts of century-old herbs and millennia-old medicinal plants could be found everywhere in this forest, and spiritual herbs were not rare either, growing in locations brimming with vital energy and guarded by fierce beasts.

In areas infested by intermediate-level fierce beasts, the tribe's hunting parties had even discovered the existence of lower-grade treasured herbs.

Even so, amidst this perilous mountain forest, the greatest threats were not the fierce beasts, but rather venomous insects and toxic plants, which posed severe hazards.

Members of the tribal hunting parties were occasionally poisoned. When encountering virulent toxins, they either perished from the poison or suffered lingering disabilities and impaired mobility after being cured.

Such accidental casualties were, after all, extremely rare.

As the tribesmen gradually grew familiar with the forests of the Crouching Dragon Mountain Range, the frequency of these casualties steadily declined.