Chapter 334 - 275: Chaos 2

At the sight of these powerfully built men with their wild auras, the people queuing to leave town dared not make a sound. Many even lowered their heads, unwilling to provoke these members of the Primitive Tribes.

The groups from the Primitive Tribes paid no heed to the people queuing to leave town. They simply pushed a path open and headed toward the Mountain King Temple.

Soon.

A dozen or so old men with decaying auras gathered in a grand hall.

These were the Grand Elders and High Priests of the major Primitive Tribes.

Within the tribes, their status was the most revered and noble.

As for their clansmen, they were stationed in various locations around the Mountain King Temple.

The old men sat on their chairs without speaking. Most had their eyes closed, resting and conserving their energy.

A short while later.

The Temple Priest, holding an Oil Paper Umbrella, walked in from outside.

"Greetings, Temple Priest!"

"Greetings, Temple Priest!"

The moment the Temple Priest entered, the old men quickly rose and bowed.

"There is no need for such formalities, everyone... My plan was inadequate this time, which is why I had to call on you for support."

the Temple Priest said softly.

"You mustn’t say that, Temple Priest."

"We all know you have paid a great price to help our Ten Thousand Mountains reclaim its former glory."

"It was only because those Great Spirit People were so cunning this time!"

a one-eyed old man said.

"That’s right... Elder Qiu is correct!"

"Besides, we aren’t afraid of these Great Spirit People!"

"This Mountain King Temple is our territory to begin with. We can’t possibly hand it over to those Great Spirit People!"

another Elder Priest added.

Over the years, as more and more Martial World Thieves and other shady figures flooded into the Ten Thousand Mountains, conflicts frequently erupted with the original inhabitants. A deep-seated, bloody feud had long since formed between them.

Therefore, this time, these Primitive Tribes of the Ten Thousand Mountains would absolutely not back down.

Moreover, if the Temple Priest’s plan succeeded, they would welcome back the King of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Ever since the Mountain King died, the Primitive Tribes of the Ten Thousand Mountains had been fragmented and in disarray.

This was also why their territory had been gradually encroached upon by bandit forces like the Ghost King Bandits.

Because they were disorganized and mutually suspicious, they were unable to unite their forces.

Thus, if these tribes wanted to restore their former dominance in the Ten Thousand Mountains, this was their only way.

"Yes. Thank you all for your generous assistance."

"As long as we can weather this crisis, we will, under our King’s leadership, cleanse the Ten Thousand Mountains in blood."

"We must make those Great Spirit People understand that this will always be our territory!"

the Temple Priest said in a heavy voice.

"Temple Priest... will it really succeed?"

an old Elder asked in a low voice.

When he asked the question, all the Priests and Elders present turned their gazes to the Temple Priest.

In truth, they all shared this same doubt.

After all, while legends of resurrecting the dead had existed since ancient times, no one had ever actually witnessed it.

It was only natural, then, that they harbored doubts.

"Rest assured, everyone."

"To revive the Mountain King, our Shanfei Tribe has toiled for countless years!"

"First, we preserved the Mountain King’s body in a place of extreme Evil Qi, keeping his flesh from decaying and ensuring it remained full of vitality."

"After so many years of being tempered by Evil Qi, the Mountain King’s physical body has become incredibly powerful!"

"We just need to harness the burst of Spiritual Qi at the moment the Middle Spiritual Land emerges to restore a spark of life within him."

"Once that happens, the Mountain King will naturally be revived, and he will be even stronger than before!"

the Temple Priest declared, full of confidence.

Hearing this, the Priests and Elders remained half-convinced.

However, the very fact that they had chosen to come here meant they believed the Temple Priest’s method had at least some chance of success.

Besides, even if the Mountain King wasn’t revived, they still had to defend this Middle Spiritual Land.

As long as they secured this Middle Spiritual Land, it would still have a transformative effect on the situation in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

If they allowed the Great Spirit People to occupy the Middle Spiritual Land, they feared their own territory within the Ten Thousand Mountains would be encroached upon even more severely. Eventually, they might not even have a place left to call their own.

So, they had no choice but to come.

"Temple Priest... now that the news is out."

"Those mountain bandits, Evil Cults, and all the people who have arrived recently will likely swarm this place."

"How should we respond?"

someone inquired.

"There is no other way."

"We kill every single one that comes."

"We’ll slaughter them until they no longer dare to return."

the Temple Priest said coldly.

His face was old and decrepit, but as he spoke, he radiated an intense killing intent.

"It seems that is our only option."

"Right now, we stand as a united front, while those Great Spirit People are like scattered sand."

"As long as no problems arise from within our own ranks, we can definitely hold them off!"

an Elder Priest chimed in.

"No problem! As long as a single member of our Black Mountain Tribe draws breath, we will not let one Great Spirit Person set foot in the Mountain King Temple!"

"The same goes for my Jiulian Tribe!"

"Then my Cyan Ghost Tribe certainly has nothing to fear!"

Each of the old men spoke louder than the last.

"Good!"

"Then I shall be counting on all of you!"

"According to my estimates, the Middle Spiritual Land should emerge in about half a month."

"I have already set up an Array inside the Mountain King Temple."

"As long as you trust me, there will be absolutely no problems!"

the Temple Priest also declared loudly.

Hearing this, the old men were filled with confidence.

After all, having the protection of an Array would make a world of difference.

"Then, everyone, please follow me,"

the Temple Priest said in a heavy voice.

This time, he didn’t even bother opening his umbrella. He strode out of the grand hall and headed for the square.

Seeing this, the other old men also refrained from opening their umbrellas, following behind the old Temple Priest and letting the downpour soak them to the bone.

Soon, the group of old men arrived in the center of the square.

The square was already densely surrounded by Mountain Ghost Soldiers, who looked even more sinister and terrifying under the downpour.

The Temple Priest took out a small knife, sliced open his palm, and slammed it against the ground.

"Mountain Ghost Mist Array... activate!"

VMMMM!!!

The next moment.

A dense web of pitch-black Array Patterns appeared across the entire Mountain Ghost Temple.

These Array Patterns began to release a Dark Cyan Mist that spread rapidly.

Soon.

People on the outside discovered

that the Mountain King Temple was now completely enveloped by the Dark Cyan Mist, obscuring all sight of what was happening within.

"What’s going on..."

someone cried out in shock and confusion.

"It looks like the people in the Mountain King Temple are making their move."

"I must report this at once."

"Me too."

Several figures quickly darted away.

...

「Noon.」

POUND... POUND...~~

Han Yuan held an Oil Paper Umbrella, walking casually down the main street.

Compared to the previous hustle and bustle,

Ping’an Town seemed like a different place after just one night.

The wide streets were nearly empty, and not a single shop on either side was open.

Even places like inns and restaurants were now shut tight.

The few figures that did appear were all rushing past.

Upon seeing Han Yuan, they would even deliberately keep their distance.

After all, anyone who still dared to remain in Ping’an Town was likely a ruthless individual.

’This is even more extreme than I expected.’

’It seems that fellow’s influence... is quite strong.’

Han Yuan muttered to himself.

Soon, he once again arrived near the Mountain King Temple.

At the moment, the Mountain King Temple was probably the most bustling place in all of Ping’an Town.

Spies from various factions, as well as Rangers, Loose People, and the like, were all loitering nearby.

Thus, Han Yuan’s open appearance near the Mountain King Temple didn’t arouse any suspicion.

’Looks like they’ve really set everything up,’

Han Yuan mused to himself as he gazed at the Dark Cyan Mist enveloping the Mountain King Temple.

’The Temple Priest must have started his preparations long ago.’

The current situation was well within Han Yuan’s expectations.

’Relying on a single Array... might not be enough to hold them off.’

Han Yuan smiled to himself.

He knew the real spectacle hadn’t started yet.

The real show would begin only when the people from deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains received the news and came rushing over.

After a few quick glances, Han Yuan turned and left.

His figure gradually vanished into the downpour.