Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 748 - 722: Audience with the King

The divine light among the ancient beasts captivated one’s heart and soul.

"This must be the true Divine Spirit..."

Zhou Leng was thinking when he heard a strange sound nearby.

Turning his head, he saw Huang’s body uncontrollably expanding, transforming into a ten-meter-long black wolf.

The head sharpened and elongated, and beneath the eyes on both sides of the face, wounds appeared one after another, forming a line.

Within the wounds, silver light spheres emerged, resembling silver eyes but not actual eyes.

Seven appeared on each side.

The fur all over its body stood stiffly, like a silver-eyed black wolf.

It was a bit bizarre, yet more imposing.

After a while, Huang blinked, saw Zhou Leng beside him, rolled his eyes, reverted to his usual state, and grinned.

Zhou Leng patted Huang’s head and stepped through the gate.

The Eight-toothed Mammoth and Huang passed through the gate together.

The remaining tribe members who were attached to the Eight-toothed Mammoth watched enviously, then split into two groups to bypass the ancestral land’s gate.

The procession continued forward, and every ten kilometers, a team of demigod tribes awaited, led by a grandmaster fierce beast, offering their medicinal fruits and treasures.

The Mammoth tribe divided all the medicinal fruits and treasures in half, keeping one portion for the tribe and handing the other to Zhou Leng.

The Mammoth tribe proceeded continuously, and the gifts from the demigod tribes were unending.

Eventually, the Mammoth tribe arrived before the ancestral land’s grand hall.

Zhou Leng led the Eight-toothed Mammoth and Huang, completing the ancestral land offering under the witness of the demigod tribes.

The Eight-toothed Mammoth officially settled in the ancestral land.

That evening, dozens of demigod tribes together held a grand banquet, with millions of fierce beasts surrounding the event.

A celebration bloomed in the night.

In a distant valley.

A Flying Mountain Bear excitedly rushed into the valley, loudly announcing the end of the war, and now everyone was to advance to King Mountain!

The remnants of the Zhao Clan, who had been holed up in the valley for many days, cheered as they followed the Flying Mountain Bear, leaving the valley and running towards King Mountain.

Many young martial artists were extremely excited, repeatedly muttering a phrase they had been saying constantly of late.

"Three thousand from the Zhao Clan can swallow Zhou!"

After the ancestral land celebration, Mammoth Elders and Demon Spirit Masters accompanied Zhou Leng to choose the old land of the Eight-toothed Mammoth tribe as the new territory.

Afterward, the entire tribe set out, traveling quickly for thousands of miles to reach the Mammoth’s old land.

Seeing the legendary architectural ruins, seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar Mammoth tribe remnants, many Eight-toothed Mammoths cried out loud.

Many affiliated tribes were also moved, wiping away tears secretly.

Then, the Eight-toothed Mammoth elders announced the beginning of the construction of the new tribal land here.

A day later, the Flying Mountain Bear grandmasters visited again, speaking of the King Mountain treasure.

The Mammoth tribe, in need of materials, greatly required the treasure.

The Mammoth elder first sent fierce beasts to explain the situation to the Platinum Dragon Lion, then requested Zhou Leng to lead a five-thousand-strong fierce beast army with the Flying Mountain Bear to King Mountain.

After a long trek, and obtaining the Platinum Dragon Lion clan’s approval, the team stopped before a giant mountain thirty thousand meters high.

The Flying Mountain Bear, following their ancestral ways, performed a blood sacrifice to unlock the King Mountain treasure.

With the blood sacrifice completed, King Mountain trembled.

Rumble...

The mountain surface collapsed, revealing a grand door.

The door was composed of metal, bone, and various peculiar materials, looking like a patchwork yet emanating a powerful aura.

The Flying Mountain Bear used ancestral methods to open the door.

When the door was pushed open, a massive hall appeared before the beasts.

The hall was empty, with a rough throne carved out of stone at the innermost part.

Doors lined the sides of the hall.

The Flying Mountain Bear, looking at the doors on either side, smiled broadly.

"Please, let the great new king of the ancient beasts take the seat!"

The Demon Spirit Master translated, and Zhou Leng nodded, leaping onto the giant rock throne.

The throne was carved to fit the buttocks of a demigod Flying Mountain Bear, with an area of more than a hundred square meters.

Subsequently, the Eight-toothed Mammoth and the Flying Mountain Bears entered various doors in turn, retrieving ancestral treasures for distribution.

The Flying Mountain Bear, once a demigod tribe living in the ancestral land, had accumulated vast wealth, including spoils from the old Ten Realms battles.

Zhou Leng had little interest in the treasure and thought of leaving it to the Mammoth tribe, at most distributing it to the Elf tribe.

After all, he had received too many gifts along the way.

Everything produced in the Fierce Beast world, except the extremely rare, was almost all in his starlight bag.

The demigod fierce beast tribes were quite generous in such times, offering high-quality gifts.

Many were of the demigod level, needing the Demon Spirit Master’s help to label them later.

Zhou Leng sat on the throne, quietly watching the beasts bustling about.

A few Demon Spirit Masters chatted nearby.

"Fierce beasts indeed are the strongest of the Ten Realms, their heritage is truly rich."

"Tsk tsk, you heard that sound of metal hitting the ground, right? That’s the sound of starry demon gold, like a symphony..."

"Hmm? The stuff they carry like junk seems to be a set of half-divine artifacts..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Leng immediately called over the Flying Mountain Bear and Mammoth Grandmasters, inquiring about the treasure types.

It turned out that fierce beasts had strong bodies but low civilization levels, not even using divine artifacts, with many otherworld items treated as decorations.

Their only requirement for decorations was to be as sturdy as possible.

Thus, the treasures preserved many sturdy items from other worlds.

"Bring some over for me to see."

The fierce beasts obeyed, carrying piles of items and spreading them out before the throne.

Zhou Leng glanced at them, his eye twitched involuntarily.

The demon spirit masters rolled their eyes, itching to draw their swords and finish off the fierce beasts.

So many half-divine artifacts, treated like rubbish, leading to most being corroded.

There were also many valuable treasures, all damaged.

Zhou Leng solemnly criticized the fierce beasts for their extravagant waste and then negotiated with various parties to take all items usable by humans.

The flying mountain fierce bears and mammoths didn’t care, only the demon spirit masters were shocked.

All the items combined were surely worth trillions, even by Demon Spirit World standards it was top-tier wealth.

Yet the fierce beasts were utterly indifferent, giving it away without a thought.

After giving them away, they marveled at how generous this demigod was, preferring garbage over treasures.

Everyone busied themselves, and Zhou Leng continuously collected treasures.

As the end approached, the grandmasters no longer cared and let their subordinates continue working, while they gathered beneath the throne, took out food and medicinal fruits, eating and chatting.

The demon spirit masters helped Zhou Leng translate important conversations.

As they chatted, they spoke of the banquet upon their return.

Zhou Leng took out the claw of the terror wolf god, shook it, and said, "When we return, we’ll eat this. Boil the water, pluck the hair, stew it, it’ll be particularly delicious."

The demon spirit masters translated this into fierce beast language, and a flying mountain fierce bear immediately said, "No wonder the new king, your majesty, favors the terror wolf claws; in the fierce beast world, they’re a famous delicacy. If combined with human cooking methods, it could create miracles."

Thus, the fierce beasts began discussing various delicacies of the fierce beast world, mostly eaten raw, though occasionally cooked using natural locations like volcanoes.

In the midst of this, a group of young flying mountain fierce bears rushed in from outside the hall to report to the elders.

Zhou Leng didn’t care initially, but the demon spirit masters listened in surprise, translating as they listened.

"They say, the flying mountain fierce bear tribe has allied with humans..."

"A full three thousand of them; according to their account, they’re not just Blue Star people, but Dragon Country people..."

"They say those humans are willing to ally with flying mountain fierce bears, to help them grow stronger..."

"However, they have one request: to kill someone. The flying mountain fierce bears and humans lack a common language to clarify who, but they agreed readily..."

"Your majesty, these flying mountain fierce bears say they want to lead the humans outside to pay homage to you. Are they honored to have this opportunity?"

The flying mountain fierce bears looked at Zhou Leng with anticipation, mixed with apprehension.

This is the fierce beast world; without strong power backing them, they dare not form alliances with outsiders.

Zhou Leng was also curious about who was lucky enough to gain the fierce beasts’ endorsement.

Thus he said, "Let them in; perhaps they’re my friends."

"Yes!"

The flying mountain fierce bears rubbed their paws excitedly, noting those humans indeed have some similarities to the new king, only the aura was different.

A composed fierce bear grandmaster went out to lead the three thousand to the great hall.

While walking, he sternly reminded them to be humble, sincere, and to respect the divine spirit.

Rao Xuan and other members of the Zhao Clan were thrilled to learn they were going to pay respects to the fierce beast demigod.

They were well aware of the fierce beast demigods’ strength; they could easily overpower other demigods of the same rank, renowned for their ferocity.

Upon hearing the reminder, the three thousand people kept their heads lowered, respectfully moving forward, ultimately stopping outside the threshold, hesitant to raise their head.

The fierce bear grandmaster pressed his paw downward, and the three thousand knelt simultaneously, bowing in homage.

Zhou Leng couldn’t see the faces among the three thousand, so he said, "Raise your head."

The three thousand remnants of the Zhao Clan found it odd how fluent the fierce beast demigod’s Dragon Country language was.

Some were puzzled, feeling they’d heard this voice somewhere before.

Three thousand people, knelt, simultaneously lifted their heads, looking toward the deepest part of the hall.

Where the flickering lights revealed a figure seated upon the enormous throne.

The gaze of over three thousand focused upon Zhou Leng, and in an instant, their eyes raced back and forth, as if reliving a lifetime.

What’s going on?

Zhou Leng scanned the crowd, recognizing some grandmasters and innate beings; some looked familiar, others he had seen during the annihilation of sixteen families’ grandmasters standing with the sixteen; some even among them were current family patriarchs.

Zhou Leng curiously observed them, searching the Demon Brain database for their identities.

The intelligence showed that they were all under the Zhao Family’s influence.

The hall fell into a deafening silence, inside and out.

The three thousand Zhao Family members, whether pulling strings in the Dragon Country or making waves on Blue Star, even in decline, twenty-some grandmasters, hundreds of innates, still represented a formidable force on Blue Star.

Currently, they stood silent, bewildered, confused.

The flying mountain fierce bears’ smiles froze on their faces, questioning why expressions were so strange on both sides.

Everyone, every beast, turned their gaze to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng lightly raised his right hand, swept it horizontally, and casually said, "Kill them all."

Then resumed conversing with the fierce beasts beside the throne about what to eat later tonight.

The demon spirit masters translated.

The fierce bear grandmaster paused for a moment, then revealed his vicious nature, swung his paws, and splattered Rao Xuan into a pulp.

"The divine command: Kill them all!"

The nearby fierce beasts surged forward.

After brief cries and wails, the three thousand Zhao Clan remnants were all drowning in pools of blood.

Throughout, Zhou Leng never glanced over.

The understanding fierce bear grandmaster removed all Magic Spirit Bags and Demonized Watches, piled them before the throne, and knelt in apology.

"Is it almost all finished moving? Let’s head back together for the stewed wolf claws."

Zhou Leng rose and walked outside.