Warrior’s Promise

“Xiaoxiao, have you seen the first brother of the three Barbaric Monsters?”

The Qi strength around Su Mo roiled and enveloped Yi Xiaoxiao made them fly in the sky.

He felt a great curiosity toward the one among the three Barbaric Monsters that he had never met before.

The bald man was the third brother, the black-clothed middle-aged man was the second brother, so who was the first brother? What kind of demonic beast was he?

“No, I’ve been at Sacred Mountain for almost three years and I still have not seen him!” Yi Xiaoxiao spoke and immediately shook her head.

“Then do you know what kind of demonic beast he is?” Su Mo asked again.

“I’m not sure!”

Yi Xiaoxiao shook her head again and said, “However, I know that he is a bird type demonic beast for sure!”

“Oh? Bird type demonic beast?” Su Mo was surprised to learn that there were bird type demonic beasts.

“Yes! Once, I sneaked into the palace he lived in to have a look and saw that there were many strange feathers!”

She was not sure whether it was a bird type, everything was just a guess. Her master had not told her.

Su Mo and Yi Xiaoxiao chatted all the way. After many days, they returned to the Firmament Palace.

During their talks, Su Mo learned that as the descendant of the Eight-winged Drake, Yi Xiaoxiao’s main cultivation was for the purpose of ancestor-similarizing bloodlines and raising their level.

As for the cultivation skills of the Humans, she could cultivate it but its effectiveness was still to be seen.

However, Long Teng had had no problems as one of the Demons, so Yi Xiaoxiao might not do worse.

Yi Xiaoxiao was placed by Su Mo into the Thunderous Palace, with Thunder One arranging for the acceptance of Legacy.

At this time, the descendants of the nine palaces were finally all gathered together. All that remained was for all nine of them to grow up.

After Long Teng, Qing Ya, Xi’er, Sikong Yan, and Zhan Luan’s cultivation had improved for a bit longer, Su Mo would have the five of them assist him in his cultivation and increase the strength of his five natures and raise his cultivation skills more quickly.

After returning to the Firmament Palace, Su Mo once again became idle. Much of his time was spent in cultivation.

He waited calmly for the sect masters of various powers in the Firmament World to come as well as for Hai Mingjiang’s good news to arrive.

In order to increase the pressure on the various powers, Su Mo had those in his sect purposely spread the news of him making another breakthrough in cultivation.

This news exploded like another heavyweight bomb in the Firmament World and caused an uproar.

Su Mo, in the fourth level of the Martial Royal Realm, was already invincible in the Firmament World. Who could compare after he rose to the fifth level in the Martial Royal Realm?

A few super-powers had quietly formed an alliance and were planning to resist Su Mo together.

But after hearing this news, the so-called alliance immediately shattered and dissipated like a cloud.

Under the pressure of a great power, most people did not want to bring about their own destruction.

Two months passed in an instant and it seemed that all powers above the Martial Royal Realm level were in the Firmament World. Regardless of whether it was Demons or Humans, 99% of sect masters had come to the Firmament Palace. With tens of thousands of people, it was like a pilgrimage.

Su Mo received these people and asked on the spot for all of the factions to surrender and each year, they were to pay an unequal amount of Spiritual Stone and resources to the Firmament Palace as a tribute.

This order caused an uproar among the people and on the spot, dozens of sect masters resisted violently.

Surrendering was bad enough, but they were to offer large amounts of Spiritual Stone as tribute each year? This was clearly extortion and exploitation!

These dozens of factions were enraged. Even though they were not as strong as Su Mo, they still stood out in opposition.

Of course, how could a common faction dare to stand out and oppose Su Mo?

These opposing factions were led by the sect master Perdition Swordplay Sect, one of the nine powerful sects of the Humans.

There was no surprise there. The sect master of Perdition Swordplay Sect, a full and proper Emperor-to-be, a formidable person, had been slaughtered by Su Mo and his blood had dyed the Firmament Palace.

This move truly shocked all those present. In a split second, there were no more sounds of resistance.

Everyone agreed that Su Mo’s approach was very good, more organized and more conducive to governing the world.

Speaking openly, this was a world that respected the strong. As long as one was the strongest, one could easily turn the world upside down and do whatever one wished.

Presently, Su Mo had absolute power. If he said it was black, it was black and no one would say otherwise.

Until now, the Firmament Palace had truly succeeded in controlling the world and becoming an overlord of the Firmament world, the definite conqueror of the Firmament World.

As for the Spiritual Stones that these factions had to pay in tribute, they were split into different levels depending on the level and power of each faction.

For factions like the East Continent’s Holy Teal Dragon Sect and the Celestial Spirit Sect, each year they only had to pay 50 million Supreme Spiritual Stones in tribute.

But for factions like the nine major factions of the Humans and the same level factions of the Demons, they had to send much more Spiritual Stones in Tribute. Each year it could be as much as 10 billion Supreme Spiritual Stones.

Of course, two factions were the exception. Those were the Icy Palace of the North Sea and the East Sea’s Flood-dragon Tribe.

The former was completely broke and so naturally, Su Mo would not trouble them. As for the latter, it was even more impossible for Su Mo to ask for the tribute of Spiritual Stones from them.

Furthermore, Su Mo needed the entire world to surrender to him and aggregate the powers. Naturally, he would not only exploit them but he would also give the factions many advantages.

For example, he would grant Imperial cultivation skills and martial arts techniques, as well as other treasures, to those factions that were relatively loyal to him.

Among these major factions, there were some particularly outstanding disciples who could enter the sacred land of the Firmament Palace and raise the strength of their cultivation.

At the power level of an ancient hegemon, there were many sacred places for quickly raising strength in the Firmament Palace, one of the nine major palaces. For example, the Thick Earth Pavilion, which was only one of the places.

Su Mo’s method was to hit with a stick then give a sweet date, thus making the factions surrender to the Firmament Palace while not creating dissent.

After a long time, they would unite as one.

After all, the benefits he gave were no less superior than the Spiritual Stones the factions gave in tribute.

Of course, being able to receive Imperial cultivation skills and martial arts techniques, as well as the chance to cultivate at the Firmament Palace, depended on the behavior of each faction.

Su Mo was confident that with this method, he could easily bind the major factions to the Firmament Palace in just a few years and form a decent combined strength.

Time pass very quickly, in the blink of an eye, another month passed.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

On this day, Su Mo was quietly meditating in the palace when a deep knocking rang out outside the hall.

After many months, Hai Mingjiang finally returned.

With Su Mo’s indication, Hai Mingjiang walked into the hall and he had an old man caught in his hands.

This old man wore a black robe, his body was skinny, and his hair was disheveled. His two arms had already been chopped off and wounds covered his body. His breathing was uneven and it was clear that he was heavily injured.

“It’s you!” Seeing this old man, Su Mo’s eyes sharpened immediately because he recognized this person.

This person was Elder Qi who had tried to kill him with Yin Ting. Su Mo thought he was a protector of the Shady Hall.

“Palace Master, you know this person?” Hai Mingjiang asked with confusion when he saw Su Mo’s expression.

“Yes!”

Su Mo nodded and asked, “He knows the Soul-searching Skill?”

“Correct!”

Hai Mingjiang raised his hand in a palm-fist salute and said, “During these months, we caught over six thousand remaining members of the Netherworld Devil Sect and after vigorous questioning, only he knows the Soul-searching Skill!”