Time gradually passed by.

The injuries on Heisatan and Uvie Muzhe were almost completely healed.

Besides this, Rogel also completed his arrangements within the Black Tide Secret Society.

"Old Uvie, it’s time to set off."

Rogel stood up and shouted towards the nearby Giant Dragon Nest.

At this moment, Uvie Muzhe wasn’t sleeping. Upon hearing Rogel’s voice, it poked its head out from the cave entrance.

"Perhaps you should take a look below."

"This kid has persisted in climbing over ten times, and it seems he might succeed this time."

"Hmm?" Rogel was somewhat surprised, then unleashed his Spiritual Power to know everything around them.

He saw a thin, scarred figure climbing with difficulty on the nearly vertical cliff of the mountain peak.

"While you were resting before, a group of Hunters came to this island and almost wiped out this small tribe."

Uvie Muzhe smacked its lips.

"...I saw you seemed to have some connections with this small tribe, so I lent a helping hand."

"Then this kid started climbing up here."

It briefly recounted the cause and effect.

Rogel soon understood as well.

It was about the Hunter Tribe.

During this period, he had been watching over the Black Tide Secret Society, with no time to care about this place.

This was also because he himself didn’t have much thought about it.

Was it possible he needed to appear personally to gather the little Faith from a small tribe?

But old Uvie’s hand was indeed a help to him.

After all, the Hunting Potion originating from their tribe still had a little help for the human race.

Rogel nodded slightly: "But... why is he climbing this mountain peak?"

"Perhaps because of the previous commotion and my intervention, he’s here to seek power."

Uvie Muzhe shrugged.

It had seen such things many times, little tribes that were superstitious and followed benediction weren’t rare.

"Interesting."

Rogel smiled slightly.

Having now stepped into the Demigod Tier, he was essentially at the pinnacle of existence in this world.

Therefore, his perspective on some things changed inadvertently.

For example, now he was just casually finding a place to rest, yet this island’s tribe regarded him as a descended deity.

Just like the Blade Wind below...

...

Whoosh...

Loose gravel suddenly fell from the steep rock wall, making a sound as it plummeted into the dense forest below, where it took a while before the rustle of the leaves was heard.

"Huff, huff..."

The heart of Blade Wind skipped a beat, and he hurriedly gripped the three other footholds, steadying himself as his anxiety slowly calmed.

However, the fierce sea wind howling past the cliff did not allow him any respite.

Blade Wind forcibly suppressed his impulse to look down, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, then fixed his gaze upwards again.

He could only look up!

"Blade Fire, don’t worry, big brother will certainly find a way to save you, he certainly will..."

"I promised father that I would take good care of you..."

"The deity atop this mountain must have a way to save you..."

"No matter what price I have to pay..."

"Regardless of anything..."

Blade Wind murmured, glancing at the brother tied to his back, as if to encourage himself, and continued to climb upwards with difficulty yet determination.

Step by step...

He was astonishingly climbing this extremely steep cliff with someone on his back!

... To be honest, as a member of the Hunter Race, Blade Wind’s Talent was not outstanding.

Other Hunters either had extraordinary Talent with bloodline abilities or were strong and powerful.

But he had nothing; he was slender and weak, barely able to avoid being a burden to the Hunting squad despite his extreme efforts.

However, Blade Wind believed he possessed the most precious asset of all.

Family bond.

When he was young, due to his lack of Talent, he was often ridiculed by his peers, but his father never looked down on him for that.

"Do you know? Our Hunter Race was named for the ’Chasing’ of our ancestor, who had even less Talent when he was young!"

Though strict, he never gave up on him.

Yet before he left, Blade Wind always harbored a faint desire to give up on himself.

After all, no matter how hard he tried, he found it difficult to match his peers, a disappointment hard for others to understand...

Until during one hunting trip, his father taught him a lesson of life with his death to protect him.

Blade Wind suddenly realized.

If trying isn’t enough... then I’ll fight to the death!

This is why Blade Wind frequently ended up with scars; every hunt saw him charging forward fearlessly.

I will not disappoint father, and I must become a powerful Hunter to protect my last family member!

He often thought so.

Unfortunately, there are things that, even with power, are irretrievable.

A few days ago, a rival tribe of the Hunter Race attacked, causing heavy losses to the entire Hunting Tribe. Were it not for the sudden Miracle, the whole tribe might have been wiped out.

But his brother Blade Fire was poisoned, his life hanging by a thread, and even the tribe’s healers were helpless.

With no alternatives, Blade Wind remembered the previous Miracle and the obliterated mountain peak.

On the mountain peak... there is a deity!

He must have a way!

With this belief, Blade Wind unhesitatingly carried his brother on his back, resolutely climbing the sheer peak surrounded by cliffs.

"Just one more step forward..."

"Not far now..."

Blade Wind encouraged himself while attentively inching forward.

Until...

Whoosh...