Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 2094 - : 872, if you had said this earlier, why did we even fight?

Chapter 2094: 872, if you had said this earlier, why did we even fight?

When the divine patterns landed on Zhu Rong’s arm, he felt the flames within his entire body were almost about to explode.

Fortunately, he now possessed a decent control over the Fire Vein Primordial Power. Raising his hand, a golden light in his palm pressed down on the divine patterns on his arm.

The power of the divine patterns quieted down, condensing into a trace about an inch long, resembling a small snake.

As he stepped out of Han Muye’s stone house, his heart was still throbbing with shock.

It was hard to imagine how profound Senior Brother Han’s understanding of fiery power had become now.

With just a few strides, he had already reached the stone platform up ahead.

It was the original Flame Altar.

At this time, beneath the stone platform, groups of the Blazing Prairie Tribe members stood in solemn silence.

The original Blazing Prairie Tribe didn’t have so many rules, and the tribespeople were rather lax in their conduct.

It was only after Han Muye trained them in cultivation and the practice of coordinating various battle formations that they unwittingly developed strict discipline.

Zhu Rong leaped onto the stone platform, looked down, took a deep breath, and bellowed loudly.

“Depart!”

The Black Tiger Demon lying prostrate below the stone platform stood up, its figure shaking and stretching out, and a majestic aura rose from it.

Behind the platform, the Flying Cloud Beast and the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast howled, stretching their wings to take flight.

In this instant, the clouds over the Blazing Prairie Tribe’s sky were impacted by the power of the three divine beasts, churning like a vortex.

The tribespeople below watched this scene with surging emotions.

How powerful the Blazing Prairie Tribe was!

The stronger their tribe, the more protection they could provide, allowing them to become stronger.

In turn, such a powerful group was worth their ardent protection, even worth sacrificing everything for.

That kind of pride in their tribe, arising naturally, turned into strands of pale golden light, coalescing into an invisible cloud above everyone’s heads.

Zhu Rong mounted the Black Tiger, with a protective stretch of one hand overhead, as the large troop began its advance.

In less than ten miles, herds of oxen and Gray Wolves gathered from across the Wasteland.

These robust demon beasts all carried two baskets on their backs.

This trip was for mining spiritual minerals, and the refined spiritual iron was also to be brought back to the tribe.

Eight hundred tribespeople and more than a thousand demon beasts, with the protection of two divine beasts above, such a large troop crossed the Wasteland. Whether it was Demon Beasts and Divine Beasts or other human race groups, none dared to confront them, quietly avoiding them.

After a thirty thousand miles journey, surprisingly not a single shortsighted pursuer attempted to rob them.

This allowed Zhu Rong to sigh in relief, yet he felt slightly disappointed.

He had been ready to deal with any robbers using the Divine Pattern Power that Han Muye had given him.

Cloudfall Mountain was a towering peak piercing into the clouds, with clouds accumulating atop it all year round, and several Cloudwater divine beasts residing at the summit.

In the Desolate Wilderness, it wasn’t only bloodline that gathered divine beasts but also Origin which could attract them.

Of course, battles over Origin were even more commonplace.

“It’s there,” the descending Blazing Prairie murmured, then spread its wings, opening up the chaotic rocky beach in front.

Scattered pieces of black spiritual iron appeared amid the pebbles of various colors.

Zhu Rong walked over, picked one up, and nodded.

By his side, Zhu Tian, who held a Bone Staff, had a smile on his face.

“With this spiritual iron, the battle armor that Senior Brother Han spoke of can be refined.”

Zhu Tian was no longer the strongest in the tribe now, but he was highly respected. While Zhu Rong went into cultivation, Zhu Tian was responsible for various miscellaneous matters within the tribe.

For Zhu Tian, the growth of the tribe now was something he could not even imagine; every day felt like a dream to him.

He couldn’t imagine what the battle armor would look like once the spiritual iron was brought back and refined.

The tribespeople began searching the beaches for pieces of black spiritual iron, large and small, which they tossed into the baskets on the backs of the demon beasts.

Zhu Rong looked up and said in a low voice, “I’m going to take a look higher up; just picking up like this, who knows when we will finish.”

These ores must have been washed down by the rainwater.

Guiding the Black Tiger along the traces of the river upwards, the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast followed Zhu Rong’s steps leisurely.

The higher they went, the denser the clouds became.

What was visible to the naked eye before was now completely obscured.

As a fire-veined divine beast, Blazing Prairie was not used to the damp clouds that drenched its body.

“Whoosh—”

A breath of flame was exhaled, instantly evaporating the mist within a thousand feet in front of them.

Blazing Prairie proudly beat its wings.

“How about that, I—”

Before it could finish its thought transmitted by divine sense, Zhu Rong had already let out a low shout, then leaped up and threw a punch.

“Boom—”

A thirty-foot cloud claw gathered above their heads, colliding with this punch, exploding.

Divine beasts with a single horn and antelope-like bodies, but covered in black scales, appeared in front, their eyes revealing solemnity.

“Fiery power?”

“What are you doing at Cloudfall Mountain?”

Cloudfall Mountain was full of cloud and water essence; fire-veined beings would be uncomfortable here.

“These must be the Cloudwater Float Sheep, the Cloud Soaring Divine Beasts that Han Muye mentioned, right?” Blazing Prairie’s divine sense quietly moved towards Zhu Rong.

“Is this fellow capable of gathering water clouds for thousands of miles and summoning Heavenly Weather?”

In the Blazing Prairie Tribe, Han Muye did not just explain the Dao, but he also combined the powers of various divine beasts and divine patterns found in the Desolate Wilderness to illustrate the differences between the levels of power.

For instance, the Mid-rank Divine Beast Floating Sheep in front of them, although average in bloodline power, could continuously multiply its strength in places with cloud essence, where the air was saturated with clouds.

Zhu Rong looked around and nodded slightly.

He had been planning to spar with the divine beasts here, but coming across the Floating Sheep, there seemed to be little point.

His Fire Vein Primordial Power would be greatly suppressed on Cloudfall Mountain, while in contrast, their power would practically have infinite boosts.