Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 935: Black Water Region, Azure Dragon Tribe

Over the Black Water Region.

Ripples spread across the void, revealing two figures.

A striking youth clad in white led the way, trailed by a somewhat innocent-looking young man in green robes.

"This must be the Black Water Region.

Where exactly is your Azure Dragon Tribe?"

Ye Yun positioned himself with hands clasped behind his back, his eyes steady as they scanned the vast mountain ranges ahead.

Spiritual energy here in the Black Water Region felt quite sparse; it paled in comparison to the Supreme Realm, truly a desolate area.

The Azure Dragon Tribe, home to the green-robed youth, lay within the wasteland of the Black Water Region.

This wasteland represented the most forsaken part of the Black Water Region, where spiritual energy was meager and human inhabitants rare.

Indeed.

Despite the thin spiritual energy, it carried a trace of divinity, turning the wasteland into a prime cultivation ground for Cangnan Continent's cultivators.

The green-robed youth surveyed his surroundings, pinpointed the direction, and murmured, "Senior, our Azure Dragon Tribe lies not far ahead; allow me to guide you..."

"Excellent! Take the lead!"

Ye Yun gave a nod.

The green-robed youth drew in a deep breath, his face alight with thrill, and sped off swiftly toward a specific direction.

He understood fully.

This enigmatic senior had pulled him from the Hidden Dragon Forbidden Zone purely to aid in his vengeance.

They had now arrived in the Black Water Region.

Once this senior struck, how could the puny Red-blood Tribe possibly resist?

The pair soared one behind the other toward the wasteland.

...

Across the expansive wasteland, endless mountains and rivers sprawled, hosting countless tribes of varying sizes.

The Azure Dragon Tribe counted as a minor tribe, possessing modest power.

In contrast, the Red-blood Tribe qualified as mid-tier, boasting numerous members and formidable strength that vastly outmatched the Azure Dragon Tribe.

The Red-blood Tribe occupied a grand mountain range.

This peak was called Blood Passage Mountain.

Buried deep inside Blood Passage Mountain, amid rugged terrain, rose a crimson ancient palace shrouded in shadow.

This served as the Council Hall for the Red-blood Tribe.

Within the hall.

A few figures stood there, their faces etched with worry.

"Clan Leader, haven't we gathered sufficient Azure Dragon Blood yet?"

A middle-aged man strode anxiously back and forth as he voiced his concern.

A elder in red robes, perched upon a dragon throne, had his eyes shut until he abruptly flung them open, unleashing two rays of divine light that sliced through the void like blades.

"Far from enough!"

The red-robed elder declared in a grave tone.

"The Azure Dragon Tribe is merely a tiny group with few survivors. Some perished in combat, others suffered grave wounds, but we saved them all, raising them to yield a steady blood flow—yet it remains insufficient..."

The middle-aged man threw up his hands in despair.

"Clan Leader, must the Red Blood Divine Skill rely solely on Azure Dragon Blood?"

Another man around thirty inquired, his features clouded with dismay.

"Absolutely, the Red Blood Divine Skill holds immense power, and Azure Dragon Blood makes its cultivation far smoother!"

The red-robed elder explained deliberately.

Divine radiance flickered in his gaze, exuding boundless authority with each subtle movement.

He held the pinnacle of cultivation among all in the Red-blood Tribe.

Currently, he had attained the Fourth-tier of the God Monarch Realm.

"Clan Leader, though the Red Blood Divine Skill eluded mastery for ages, I recall a genius from our Red-blood Tribe tens of thousands of years back who collected blood from diverse Divine Beasts and succeeded, so..."

A robust middle-aged man approached, his expression tangled.

The red-robed elder shot him a fierce glare and snapped coldly, "What would you know? Why has this Red Blood Divine Skill defied mastery for so long? Because the blood's purity fell short!

Cast aside your doubts—I've tested it repeatedly over the years. Only Azure Dragon Blood allows successful cultivation of the Red Blood Divine Skill, offering our Red-blood Tribe a path to rise as a superior tribe!"

"I see, Clan Leader!"

The burly middle-aged man comprehended at once, bowing his head in resignation.

"A little more Azure Dragon Blood, and I'll truly master it, breaking through to the fifth layer of the God Monarch Realm!"

The red-robed elder murmured.

"Clan Leader, let's ramp up the hunt and drag back those escapees without delay!"

The burly middle-aged man boomed.

"Very well..."

The red-robed elder pondered briefly before adding icily, "Any reports from the squad at the Azure Dragon Tribe?"

"No signs of anyone returning to the Azure Dragon Tribe."

The sturdy middle-aged man responded with deep despondency.

"Don't pull the team back for now; hold position there awhile. I expect those who fled will slink back sooner or later. Capture every one alive when they do, ensuring a steady stream of Azure Dragon Blood!"

In a grave tone, the red-robed elder gave his orders.

"Understood, Clan Leader!"

The sturdy middle-aged man assented and departed.

The rest of them also departed.

Only the red-robed elder lingered in the vast hall.

"Alas!"

With a sudden sigh, the red-robed elder whirled around and stepped into the nearby secret chamber, sealing the door behind him.

Not spacious, the secret chamber held only an ancient altar table bearing an incense burner and a statue.

Blood-red throughout, the statue wore a mask while clutching an egg to its chest, an utterly bizarre sight with its true nature unknown.

He kindled a stick of incense.

Bowing low, the red-robed elder spoke in trembling fear, "Master, I've given my all, but Azure Dragon Blood remains too scarce; I beg your punishment!"

The blood-red statue stood utterly still, no different from an inanimate hunk of stone.

After a lengthy wait.

Seeing no reaction from the statue, a flicker of delight sparked in the red-robed elder's gaze.

It seemed

that the master held back from punishing him.

This mute response had apparently bought him extra time.

"Master, I'll go now and collect more Azure Dragon Blood!"

The red-robed elder bowed again before leaving the secret chamber.

Incense smoke wafted through the secret chamber.

A subtle glow ignited in the eyes hidden under the dark red statue's mask, a crimson flash appearing.

"Incapable fool!"

A faint voice drifted from the statue.

Then the voice faded away.

The statue sank back into quietude once more.

…

Meanwhile.

After flying for several stretches of time, Ye Yun trailed the green-robed youth and ultimately halted in mid-air over the Azure Dragon Tribe.

Situated in a shallow valley amid low hills, the modest Azure Dragon Tribe lay below.

Right now.

Virtually all structures lay demolished, rubble and wreckage strewn about; signs of a savage clash were evident everywhere, yet not even a speck of blood stained the ground.

"Senior, this was my Azure Dragon Tribe, but no one is left..."

Tears brimmed in the green-robed youth's eyes as he surveyed the shattered tribal remnants, his voice thick with anguish.

"Haha, what do you mean no lives remain? We've been lying in wait here with growing impatience..."

Laughter boomed forth.

From afar, amid piled ruins, space twisted as a formation sprang to life, unveiling seven or eight figures.

These seven or eight figures consisted mainly of red-robed young men, each boasting a cultivation of True God Realm Third Layer or higher.

"Red-blood Tribe?"

The green-robed youth gaped at them in mild shock.

Ye Yun swept his gaze toward them.

Handsome beyond measure, these men were yet wrapped in blood-red aura, proof that their cultivation arts were profoundly odd.