"It's truly disgusting, to think I'm the same race as these lowly creatures!"

"Asa, relay the king's command!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Asa, who was hidden behind the young man, straightened his bent body. His towering figure, a full ten feet tall, resembled a robust lion overlooking the cowering slaves before him.

"The great Ghost Fighting King has decided to give you slaves an opportunity!"

"Next, you will receive the same food as the tribal warriors of the Ghost Fighting Tribe. You can strengthen yourselves as much as you wish, and as long as you obtain enough merit in the coming war, you may rid yourselves of your slave status!"

"So rejoice, you lowly lot!"

The slaves exchanged timid glances, their faces filled with confusion, but intimidated by years of suffering, they dared not question the two important figures before them.

However, even among the lowest of groups, some fierce individuals will emerge. Two figures, utterly different from the other emaciated slaves, stepped forward.

"Esteemed Highness, Lord Asa, is what you said just now true?"

"Of course, do you think the great Ghost Fighting King would deceive people as lowly as you?" Asa's eyes brimmed with admiration when he mentioned the Ghost Fighting King, who was considered a true hero.

"We, in our lowly bodies, dare not question the great Ghost Fighting King. We shall offer him the greatest victory!"

"Hmm, let's hope so!"

"Asa, we're almost done here, let's go!" The young man covered his nose with one hand, looking disgusted.

"As you wish, Your Highness!"

"Let's leave!"

"Farewell, dear sirs!"

As the two walked away, the stench of the slave area gradually faded. The young man, who was none other than the Ghost Fighting King's only son, Ghost Fighting Moon, first removed his expensive robe. With a slight exertion of his hands, he rubbed it violently, generating heat and instantly turning the robe to ashes.

After changing into a new robe, a hint of puzzlement appeared on Ghost Fighting Moon's face: "Asa, why is my father giving such treatment to these slaves, and is there really someone nearby daring to oppose our Ghost Fighting Tribe?"

Asa hesitated, then said, "Your Highness, it's not that I won't tell you, it's just that the king has instructed us not to reveal any information!"

"Can't you even tell me? I'm the only heir of my father!" Ghost Fighting Moon said discontentedly. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Asa looked at Ghost Fighting Moon with an expression as though uncertain how to begin. The Ghost Fighting King was a truly great person who had single-handedly built the vast Ghost Fighting Tribe from the most lowly gathering of mountain people. Although it couldn't compare to those truly large tribes due to its short history, from any angle, he was a true genius.

But Ghost Fighting Moon was different. Being the Ghost Fighting King's only heir, he was born when the king had already cleared out all the surrounding forces that dared to resist, born standing at the summit.

Except for official matters, Ghost Fighting Moon was involved in everything else that was wrong, akin to mud that couldn't be shaped; his King Level cultivation was forcibly amassed by the Ghost Fighting King using a large amount of Demon God Flesh.

Moreover, just the amount of Demon God Flesh used on Ghost Fighting Moon could have elevated several King Level warriors in the tribe who diligently cultivated, marking him as a true wastrel!

"Alright, alright, if you won't say, you won't say. Is there anything else to order, so I can leave?"

"Your Highness, there's still......."

At the core of the Ghost Fighting Tribe, the largest palace—Ghost Fight Hall!

The tall, thick walls completely blocked out the sunlight, and dim candlelight sparsely illuminated the floor, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"Have you made your decision?"

A sinister, sharp voice that didn't seem to belong to the living emanated from the depths of the hall.

"Do I have a choice?" The response sounded calm, but on closer listening, one could sense the underlying anger.

"Why wouldn't you have a choice? If you wish, becoming a true People of the Yellow Springs is just a matter of words!"

"What a joke! I am the Ghost Fighting King! I created the Ghost Fighting Tribe by myself, my cultivation stands at the summit of the Heavenly Gift Realm, and you want me to join the Yellow Springs Realm as a minion?"

"Alright, it seems you are unwilling, but can you truly withstand the Yellow Springs Realm's retaliation?"

The Ghost Fighting King glanced sideways at the shadow hidden in darkness and said flatly, "Certainly not, but as long as I hold off the first wave, they also wouldn't want to waste more resources on me."

"I should be able to negotiate for better terms in the talks that follow!"

"Heh heh heh!"

The shadow let out a bizarre laugh before affirming, "Certainly, for a mere small city's power, initiating an attack once is already commendable, a second time would cripple them!"

"But you need to consider, the size of the force you're joining is very important!"

"The power backing me may offer ordinary conditions, but you must understand the difference between a True Dragon and a long worm!"

As the shadow gradually vanished, the calm demeanor in the Ghost Fighting King's eyes could no longer be maintained.

"Crack"

The precious armrest of the dragon chair was crushed in his grip, and golden powder scattered to the floor.

"Curse it, curse it, Heavenly Gift Tribe, Heavenly Gift King, what on earth are you thinking?"

The strongest tribe in the Heavenly Gift Realm, with the strongest cultivator, is the Heavenly Gift Tribe, led by the Heavenly Gift King!

As the most powerful entity in the Heavenly Gift Realm, the Heavenly Gift King is somewhat connected to the Heavenly Dao of the realm. One of his responsibilities is to resist the Yellow Springs Realm and protect the powerful cultivators of the Heavenly Gift Realm as much as possible.

But the gap in power between the Heavenly Gift Realm and the Yellow Springs Realm is truly vast. If not for the sacrifices of those from Ancient Times, the Heavenly Gift Realm alone could never have withstood the invasion from the Yellow Springs Realm.

It's unclear how, but amidst those harsh defenses against the Yellow Springs Realm, someone spread the word that consuming the flesh of the People of the Yellow Springs could rapidly enhance cultivation.

As a result, the flesh of the People of the Yellow Springs was not consumed in vain; it eroded human consciousness, eventually leading those consumed to be occupied by the residual consciousness in the flesh, turning them into alternate People of the Yellow Springs.

Because of this matter back then, the entire Heavenly Gift Realm almost fell into ruin. However, the then-current Heavenly Gift King turned the tide and forced the Yellow Springs Realm back, even issuing a decree forbidding the consumption of the flesh of the People of the Yellow Springs!

Unfortunately, this decree was eventually trodden upon after a while.

Weak tribes still consumed the flesh of the People of the Yellow Springs to strengthen themselves, while stronger tribes used their methods to purify it before consumption.

Even so, countless warriors were replaced by the consciousness in the flesh of the People of the Yellow Springs, including warriors from the Heavenly Gift Tribe. Enraged, the Heavenly Gift King launched a massacre, hoping to intimidate the people below, yet to no avail.

Gradually, the Heavenly Gift King stopped managing these affairs. He continues to send people to supervise annually, and as long as they can guard the Eye of the Yellow Spring, they may do as they wish.

The reason the Ghost Fighting King mentioned the Heavenly Gift King this time was because the actions of the Yellow Springs Realm had shaken the foundation of the Heavenly Gift Realm. The Heavenly Gift King should not remain indifferent.

"Could it be that you've fallen too?" A trace of doubt flashed through the Ghost Fighting King's eyes.

The flesh of the People of the Yellow Springs could not be suppressed primarily because of immense benefits.

In addition to allowing many warriors with ordinary talent to perpetually break through their cultivation limits, it enabled old veterans stuck in a standstill for years to advance to the next level!

This advancement not only brought strength, but also life span and status, so no one would abandon the Yellow Springs flesh, especially when over years of development, there truly exist some secret techniques to expel residual consciousness from Yellow Springs flesh!

Under the illusion of survivor's bias, no one wanted to forgo the opportunity.

Some tribes even began collaborating with the People of the Yellow Springs. Of course, the Ghost Fighting Tribe was also involved, or else why would Di Chun become the new overlord of the Sunset Mountain Range?

However, the Ghost Fighting King couldn't fathom why the Yellow Springs Power behind Di Chun was so aggressive. In the Yellow Springs Realm, it was merely a small city, and its power was at most comparable to the Ghost Fighting Tribe. What on earth did he rely on?

"Come, imprison all tribal members who have used Yellow Springs flesh in the Land of Eternal Night!"

"All of them, my King?"

The Ghost Fighting King cast a deep gaze at the trusted aide kneeling on the ground and said, "All of them, even that brat Yue, lock him up as well."

"If they resist, you may act, just avoid killing them!"

"Yes, my King!"

"Besides removing those potentially controlled, what other measures do you have?"