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Thorn Tribe.

The thorn vines rapidly retracted underground.

Cheng Han returned to the surface.

Three strong Qingyang men cautiously approached.

These were the tribe's remaining three elders.

As a side note.

Before today,

the Thorn Tribe had five elders, but only the Great Elder and Second Elder were totem masters; the remaining elders were so-called 'Qingyang Fighters,' equivalent to the Wan Hao Tribe's warriors.

Due to their lower strength, they naturally had little say.

Soon.

The three elders approached and respectfully performed the 'hands on shoulders' salute: "Welcome Great Elder Mu Zhi's return!"

The term 'Great Elder' was deliberately emphasized, clearly indicating their acceptance of Cheng Han taking over the position.

From their perspective, the Thorn Tribe gaining a powerful Great Elder was a great thing for the entire tribe.

After all, if the Great Elder ate meat, they could naturally drink some soup, which is why the elders behaved so cooperatively.

However.

Cheng Han did not fulfill the elders' wishes.

He gently shook his head, his tone tinged with mockery: "I am not your Great Elder."

The three elders were collectively stunned.

These guys had assumed that Mu Zhi would gladly accept the position of Great Elder, as it was a coveted position for every Qingyang man in the Thorn Tribe.

One of the elders took a half-step forward and hurriedly said: "Great Elder, we…"

Cheng Han interrupted him unceremoniously: "I said, I am not the Great Elder."

The three elders trembled in fear, daring not to speak again.

After all, this gentleman's methods were too cruel, and they were afraid of being torn into a bloody skeleton by the thorn strips.

Cheng Han coldly 'hmph'ed: "Before the Second Elder acted, didn't you really hear any rumors? Since you heard them, why didn't you report to my father?"

He knew very well that the three elders had calculated that the Second Elder would give them certain benefits after taking power, in order to gain their support.

That was why they chose to stand idly by.

The three elders were speechless, unable to say a word.

Cheng Han turned his head to look at the towering totem pole, his face expressionless, and said: "From the moment my father died, I felt that the Thorn Tribe had no need to exist."

The three elders were horrified.

From Cheng Han's turning movement, they had already guessed what the other party wanted to do.

Sure enough.

Cheng Han suddenly waved his right hand.

The totem shadow behind him suddenly expanded a great deal.

Dozens of thorns broke out of the ground, tightly wrapped around the totem pole, and then twisted it hard.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound was heard.

The giant pillar broke in the middle.

The thorn carvings on the surface of the upper wooden pillar seemed to have experienced thousands of years of time, the green paint rapidly faded, and then peeled off piece by piece.

"Crack! Crack!"

Accompanied by a series of sounds, a large number of cracks suddenly appeared on the giant pillar.

Anyone with eyes could see that this was because the totem pole's extraordinary power had dissipated, which is why such a result occurred.

The three elders were all dumbfounded.

The large group of Qingyang people in the distance all looked horrified.

On the one hand.

The totem pole had the protection of powerful totem power, and even a totem master would not find it easy to destroy it.

Unexpectedly, after Mu Zhi returned, he easily broke the totem pole.

On the other hand.

The totem pole was a symbol of every tribe, and it was also the key to the tribe's cultivation of Qingyang Fighters and totem masters.

Now that the totem pole had been destroyed, it meant that the Thorn Tribe's chances of giving birth to Qingyang Fighters would decrease by more than 90%, and cultivating totem masters would become impossible.

In short.

The Thorn Tribe was finished.

"Bang!"

Cheng Han stomped hard on the ground, and his whole person soared into the sky, leaving the Thorn Tribe directly.

As he was in mid-air, listening to the whistling wind in his ears, he was overjoyed.

For him.

Destroying the totem pole was an effortless task.

As long as he used the strings of law to disperse the extraordinary power within it, and then used secret methods to absorb the totem power, it would be easily done.

As for whether the Thorn Tribe lived or died, what did it matter to him?

Cheng Han laughed excitedly: "I didn't expect the totem pole to be so closely related to the laws of this world, this time it's really a big gain."

When he first saw the totem pole, he discovered a magical characteristic—the more people in the tribe, the stronger the totem pole's power.

Cheng Han instantly thought of a power of the micro-law—the power of aggregation.

That is, gathering the power of small individuals in a way of accumulating sand into a tower, forming a powerful force.

In order to further study this power, he used the excuse of 'avenging his father' to brazenly tear down the totem pole.

"Bang!"

Cheng Han descended from the sky, leaving a circle of cracks in the ground.

He decisively muttered: "Deduction!"

Stars appeared in the sky.

A halo unfolded.

The picture in the center showed a series of shots:

The sky was pouring rain.

Hundreds of Qingyang people gathered on top of a small hill, holding a strange ceremony.

They first dug a pit in the ground, and then took turns cutting their wrists, dripping blood into it, until the blood in the pit was about to overflow.

The leading Qingyang fighter solemnly held a thorn strip and carefully inserted it into the blood pit.

All the Qingyang people knelt on the ground, their heads touching the ground, piously chanting hymns, letting the raindrops wash their backs.

The All-Knowing Eye gave a stream of information in a timely manner, indicating the origin of these Qingyang people.

Their original tribe was defeated in a war, most of them were either killed or became slaves, and they were the only lucky ones who escaped.

After wandering for thousands of kilometers, they luckily discovered a thorn vine with extraordinary power, and planned to rebuild the tribe on this foundation.

Cheng Han watched intently for a moment, and muttered: "This simple ceremony can actually leverage the laws of the world, the Qingyang world is really interesting."

He then fell into deep thought: "The principle of this law seems to be to use faith as a link, so as to achieve the purpose of aggregating power.

"In a sense, this is a shortcut to ascending to the throne of God. As long as the number of believers reaches a certain level, the difficulty of breaking through the divine barrier will be greatly reduced.

"The Qingyang tribe is only a small and medium-sized race, but it has four main god-level powerhouses, which is inseparable from this law characteristic.

"If the deduction result is correct, if this law is concentrated in the hands of a god, there is a high probability that a supreme god will be born."

Cheng Han couldn't help but "tsk tsk" a few times: "The great world is really full of wonders."

Generally speaking.

The potential of small worlds is relatively limited, and at most only main gods can be born. Only more vast big worlds can have supreme gods.

A small world that can give birth to a supreme god can be described as extremely rare.

Cheng Han's thoughts continued to drift: "No wonder the Red Eye tribe has set its sights on the Qingyang world, it turns out that they covet the laws of this world, and attempt to cultivate another supreme god."

Speaking of which.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

Based on specific laws, rather than universal laws, the god-level powerhouses born, once they leave this world, their combat power will be greatly reduced.

In a word—they can only be strong at home.

The Wan Hao tribe doesn't think much of it, but the Red Eye tribe is not so arrogant, so naturally they don't have so many scruples.

Cheng Han happily made a decision: "Since I'm here, why not start from scratch and cultivate a brand new tribe.

"Closely observe the changes in the laws, and then learn from the knowledge to enhance the power of the strings of law."

He vaguely had a premonition that this time there might be an unexpected big surprise.