Chapter 528: White Tiger Totem

In the dimly lit dungeon, Qing Lian glanced indifferently at Si Rong and said softly, “Just you wait and see.”

Given the precedent of awakening the Vermilion Bird totem, Qing Lian was confident that Ye Chen, with his Chaos Bloodline, could also awaken the White Tiger Tribe’s totem.

As long as the totem’s power was awakened, all the people of the White Tiger Tribe would be affected, their bloodlines subtly improving and their strength increasing in the process.

When that time came, how could their White Tiger Tribe possibly remain an unranked power?

Soon after, Qing Lian led Ye Chen out of the dungeon.

They had originally captured Si Rong to question her about the Clan Leader’s whereabouts and to gather intelligence on the Luo Race.

However, according to the tribesmen, Si Rong had been defiant. She remained tight-lipped, refusing to answer a single question, no matter how they tortured her.

Before, this would have been a headache for Qing Lian.

But things were different now.

With Ye Chen, their tribe now undoubtedly had the ability to fight back against the Luo Race.

Once the White Tiger totem was awakened, their tribe’s overall strength would increase dramatically, and they would have even less reason to fear the Luo Race.

On the way from the dungeon, Qing Lian took the opportunity to explain the division of power in the Black Triangle Region to Ye Chen.

The Black Triangle was divided into three regions: Xuanwu City, Lieyang City, and Cold Moon City.

Ye Chen already knew this.

Within each region, the major powers had a clear hierarchy.

The standard for this hierarchy was actually quite simple.

First-rate powers were, naturally, the nine major factions led by the Xuanwu Tribe.

There were only these nine first-rate powers in the entire Black Triangle Region.

Second-rate powers were those with a Divinity Transformation Realm expert presiding over them.

Following this logic, third-rate powers were naturally those with a Primordial Mansion Realm expert at the helm.

Any power below this was considered unranked and often had to depend on larger powers to survive.

For example, the White Tiger Tribe was attached to the second-rate power, the Liuyue Sect.

The Vermilion Bird Tribe was attached to the second-rate power, the Celestial Mountain Sect.

However, the Liuyue Sect had been wiped out, so the Luo Race, a mortal enemy of the White Tiger Tribe, naturally grew audacious.

The Luo Race’s foundation was indeed much stronger than the White Tiger Tribe’s. With a Primordial Mansion Realm expert of their own, they were a genuine third-rate power.

For instance, the Luo Race’s Vice Clan Leader, Sikong, whom Ye Chen had fought before, was a Third Layer Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivator.

If it were the old Ye Chen, dealing with such a Cultivator would have been effortless, an easy victory.

But now… it would be quite troublesome.

‘The most pressing matter is to absorb the White Tiger Tribe’s tribal fire seed as soon as possible and heal my injuries.’

Qing Lian was thinking the same thing. She also wanted to awaken the tribal totem as soon as possible to raise the White Tiger Tribe’s overall strength.

After leaving the dungeon, Qing Lian immediately led Ye Chen before the tribal totem.

It was at this moment that Ye Chen saw the White Tiger totem with his own eyes.

Similar to what he had seen in the Vermilion Bird Tribe, a giant bronze pillar stood before him. The pillar was covered in Daoist patterns, emanating an ancient and profound aura.

Looking closely, it wasn’t hard to see that the Daoist patterns on the pillar interconnected, vaguely forming the image of a fierce tiger.

That, of course, was the White Tiger Tribe’s totem!

But at this moment, the White Tiger totem was dim and lackluster, showing no fluctuations of power whatsoever, just like an ordinary stone carving.

It was hard to imagine that in ancient times, this totem was a divine miracle left behind by the ancient divine beast, the White Tiger—a miracle that had allowed the Human Race within the tribe to survive for countless ages.

Arriving before the White Tiger totem, Qing Lian stopped and took a deep breath.

As if she had made a momentous decision, she turned to look at Ye Chen, her bright eyes filled with a solemn light.

“I believe Priest Zhu Cheng.”

“He said you could awaken the totem’s power. I hope you really can do it.”

Hearing this, Ye Chen was taken aback.

‘Seeing her expression, it’s clear she’s pinning all her hopes on me. Without hope, there can be no disappointment.’

But the old Priest had already told her everything Ye Chen did in the Vermilion Bird Tribe, so the young woman couldn’t help but get her hopes up.

The totem’s power had been dormant for millennia, never once awakening.

Now, a Cultivator claiming to have a Chaos Bloodline had suddenly appeared. Although she was excited, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

She was worried that she was overthinking it, worried that the totem’s power ultimately wouldn’t awaken and it would all be for nothing.

Ye Chen quietly looked into the young woman’s eyes.

‘I have to admit, Qing Lian is stunningly beautiful. Her snow-white skin looked so delicate it might break with a touch, and her exquisite face could stir ripples in one’s heart with a single glance.’

Ye Chen just smiled and said, “If you go take a look at the Vermilion Bird Tribe, you’ll know that the old Priest wasn’t lying to you.”

Hearing this, Qing Lian just nodded slightly. “Then please begin, Fellow Daoist.”

Ye Chen wasted no more words, immediately went before the bronze pillar, and sat down cross-legged.

The moment he drew near the White Tiger totem, he felt his entire body grow hot.

‘That familiar scorching heat is back!’

As the searing heat spread, Ye Chen’s body felt as if it were immersed in flames and burning. After waves of stinging, roasting pain, what followed was the comforting sensation of his injuries healing.

Ye Chen could clearly feel his physical body recovering and his combat power rising.

‘But this isn’t enough.’

Ye Chen closed his eyes.

With his previous experience, he was now on a familiar path.

Within his Divine Soul space, a silhouette of light appeared out of thin air.

The silhouette gradually solidified, transforming into a majestic, awe-inspiring White Tiger.

The White Tiger trod on auspicious clouds, its sharp eyes glowing with a divine light, and its body emanated a boundlessly vast and powerful aura.

Just looking at this phantom of the White Tiger, Ye Chen felt an indescribable pressure.

The White Tiger presides over slaughter. The instant it appeared, it erupted with an astonishing killing aura, which swept out like a boundless, overwhelming tide!

From the White Tiger’s phantom, Ye Chen sensed a power of an extremely high level.

‘Even at my Peak, I couldn’t have contended with a power of this level. Clearly, the divine beast’s power has long surpassed the Divine Might Realm; even the aura of the Void Realm can’t compare. It’s hard to imagine just how powerful the divine beast White Tiger was at its peak. A single glance was probably enough to shatter mountains and fill seas!’

Soon, the White Tiger seemed to sense the Vermilion Bird’s presence and conveyed a sense of joy and excitement to Ye Chen.

Immediately after, a dazzling white light erupted from its body. The White Tiger phantom shrank and transformed, turning into a tiny wisp of flame.

Without a doubt, that was the White Tiger Tribe’s tribal fire seed!

It was also one of the cornerstones for condensing the Saintly Flame of Creation!