Heavenly World.
Ape God Tribe, one of the six top tribes of this realm.
Since ancient tis, the six great tribes of Ape God, Python God, Dragon God, Weasel God, Eagle God, and Turtle God have dominated heaven and earth.
For millions of years.
Only the unrivaled geniuses of these six major tribes can initiate the Heaven Ascension Trial, tread the celestial path, and attain the title of [Barbarian Lord]. Beco a formidable power on par with the Gods.
"I, ng Gang, wish to challenge the Heavenly Will. Where is the celestial path?"
"Where is the celestial path?"
A brawny man emanating the aura of a peak level-9, gripping an Iron Rod, questioned the heavens, bare-chested.
His eyes were sorrowful, his voice echoed across the heavens and earth, yet there was no response.
"Alas, what has happened to the Heavenly Will?"
"Indeed, how could our Ape God Tribe be so unlucky?"
"Could it be that Heaven intends to destroy our Ape God Tribe?"
Silhouettes of the barbarian tribes sighed helplessly.
Heavenly Will, as their Supre God, seed to have encountered so issues.
It is now the era of blood battles with the Abyss.
Demons invade in great numbers, terd by the barbarian tribes as "otherworldly demons."
The destruction of life, rivers of blood, people living in distress.
Among the top six tribes, now only four have barbarian lord powerhouses.
While seven demon god-level powerhouses, comparable to barbarian lords, have arrived.
They lurk nacingly in the dark void outside the Heavenly World.
The Heavenly Will has lost contact, and several peak level-9 [Soldier Lord] experts are unable to access the celestial path.
"Is the barbarian tribe truly dood?"
ng Gang gazed at the fragnted mountains and rivers.
The Specter rampaged, demonic aura lingered, from the domain outside the void, there were dark gazes spying.
Millennium Battle, the barbarian tribes incurred heavy losses.
Earlier, they could rely on the terrain to gain an advantage over the demon army.
But as the number of demons increased, the demonic aura spread across the Heavenly World.
The oppression of demons by Heaven grew smaller and smaller.
Instead, so barbarian elderly and weak were polluted by the demonic aura, transforming into Demons.
The ferocious beasts of the wild forests, and even so tribes’ totemic Holy Beasts, were also transford into terrifying demonic beasts.
With this gradual change, the balance of war began to tilt towards the side of evil mages.
Barbarian strongn fell like rain, countless and innurable.
In the Millennium Battle, the fallen [Soul Lord] strongn numbered in the thousands.
The number of new Soul Lords far couldn’t match the loss.
The fallen [Soldier Lords] numbered over ten.
These were level 9 experts, each requiring a long ti to be born.
ng Gang’s friend, a Heavenly Cutting Soldiers possessor, She Tuo from the Python God Tribe, also perished in the Blood Battle.
Even the old [Barbarian Lord] of their Ape God Tribe, a level-10 strongman, perished.
Yet ng Gang, the successor, cannot sense the Heavenly Will, nor initiate the Heaven Ascension Trial.
Without the support of the barbarian lord strongn, how long can the Ape God Tribe endure?
At this rate, in a few millennia, the barbarian tribes may be overrun by evil mages.
This historic large civilization, which has produced countless strongn, will also beco a fleeting shadow.
"ng Gang, co to the Python God Tribe, there’s an important matter to discuss."
A vast voice echoed in his mind.
ng Gang’s expression changed, knowing it was the barbarian chief of the Python God Tribe.
...
Python God Tribe.
A towering statue of the Python God extended for miles, reaching into the sky.
The interior of the statue contained a separate space.
Before a giant round table, nurous figures of at least level 9 erged.
The most striking were four terrifying silhouettes, with vitality like a Great Sun.
They were the barbarian chiefs of the Python God, Turtle God, Weasel God, and Eagle God Tribes.
All the highest battle powers of the Heavenly World were gathered here, indicating a significant event.
The Python God Barbarian Chief was a giant man in black armor, with a long spear on his back.
His imposing manner seed to twist the void, and behind him coiled a towering giant serpent.
"We, the four barbarian lords, summoned all you Soldier Lords to discuss the life and death matter of our barbarian tribes. I hope that in the discussions to co, everyone can hold back their tempers, consider the reality of the situation, and avoid acting on impulse."
The Python God Barbarian Chief’s voice thundered like a shock of thunder.
The Turtle God Barbarian Lord, with a turtle shell on his back, was hunched and white-haired, resembling a Turtle Immortal.
"The blood battle has lasted a millennium, and the future trajectory is clear. I’m sure you all see that this demon invasion is unlike any past demonic tribulation;
they won’t stop until they annihilate our Heavenly World."
The Weasel God Barbarian Lord, cloaked in white, was sturdy and lively-eyed.
"The Heavenly Will seems to have changed, disconnected. We cannot rely solely on Heaven;
we must save ourselves."
The Eagle God Barbarian Chief’s gaze was sharp as an eagle, his presence commanding.
"Though I hate to admit it, with only our strength, we cannot overco this calamity... Therefore, this ti we’ve called in so allies."
At the Eagle God Barbarian Chief’s words, the gaze of each Soldier Lord shifted.
"Allies?"
"Who might they be?"
In unison, the four barbarian lords said:
"Radiant Sun God Wizard, Mist Sky Guardian, Hand of Netherworld Prison... the three of you, please appear and join us."
As the words were spoken.
Three figures gracefully descended.
The one on the far left wore a white robe, with a bushy beard and graying temples.
He was Mist Sky Guardian Marvin, a participant in the Five Sector Expedition of yore.
His Legendary Profession was [Wind Songster], and his legendary epithet was [Singer of the Calling Sea Breeze, Holy Master of the Mountain Mist].
The one in the middle wore a Red Fla Witch Robe adorned with a pattern of ten suns, illuminating eternity.
Of middle-aged appearance, he stood straight as if at the center of the world, the Radiant Sun God Wizard.
The one on the right donned a black robe, with deep eyes, around whom whispers seed to murmur.
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