Hu Le received the imperial decree from the Emperor to become the chieftain of the Gonggong tribe. He immediately left the ancestral court and flew straight to the Yellow River.
Before long, they arrived at the banks of the Yellow River and found the Gonggong tribe.
Clouds descended outside the tribe. At this moment, they were facing off against the demon race, so the tribe's defenses were extremely tight. In particular, since this was a tribe directly under Gonggong's control, the checks were even more stringent.
He had just landed outside the village gate when dozens of people swarmed around him.
"Halt! This is the Gonggong tribe. Stop here!"
One of the leaders shouted.
Hu Le brushed his bamboo cane off his clothes and asked with a smile, "I am the newly appointed tribal chief, personally appointed by His Majesty the Human Emperor. Why can't I go in?"
"impossible!"
"Our patriarch is none other than Lord Gonggong!"
Everyone stared at Hu Le with angry eyes, and some even drew their weapons.
"Ah! So you didn't know! Your Lord Gonggong plotted a rebellion in the ancestral court and was taken by His Majesty the Human Emperor to fill the sea eye."
His Majesty the Emperor, mindful that the tribe could not be without a leader for even a day, appointed me as the chieftain.
However, you cannot make these decisions. Go and fetch someone who can, so I can personally explain the situation to him.
Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged glances, unsure whether it was true or not. However, they were all suspicious, since no one would dare to lie about something like this.
"Hurry up and go!"
Seeing that no one made a sound, Hu Le couldn't help but frown and rebuke them.
Yes! Please wait a moment!
The leader was startled and hurriedly agreed, his tone becoming much more respectful, before turning and running wildly towards the gate of the village.
Hu Le wasn't in a hurry and waited leisurely outside.
About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, two elderly men with white hair walked over quickly.
He bowed respectfully to Hu Le from afar, saying, "Clan Chief, you have finally arrived! We have not been able to greet you from afar, please forgive us!"
It seems they confirmed Hu Le's identity through some channels.
That makes sense. Although the Gonggong tribe was far from the ancestral home of the human race, there were countless supernatural powers and spells in the prehistoric world, so it's not surprising that they had means of long-distance communication.
Otherwise, in this vast prehistoric world, with tens of thousands of human tribes scattered across the land and mountains like stars in the sky, how could the Human Emperor's Palace govern and rule them without certain means of communication?
"No need for such formalities, you two."
Hu Le told the two men to stand up and then asked, "May I ask how you two are addressed?"
“We are all the high shamans and elders of the tribe. I am Baishan, and this is Heishui.”
There are countless methods of cultivation among humans. Some directly cultivate the secret techniques of the gods, while others choose the methods of the Xuanmen (mystical sects).
However, both of these cultivation methods require very high innate talent and aptitude; even a slight lack of spirituality will prevent one from even beginning.
Therefore, after the Nine-Headed Clan created humans, they joined forces with important ministers such as Gonggong to devise a cultivation method that lowered the threshold, in order to benefit the general public of the human race, increase the strength of the human race, and ensure their survival and reproduction in this dangerous wilderness.
This method is called witchcraft.
It is a cultivation method that allows one to draw upon the power of heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and all things in nature.
This method has a low barrier to entry, and most of the human race can practice it. As long as one condenses a witch seed, one can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and perform various witchcraft.
As the witchcraft grows stronger through cultivation, the power of various witchcraft techniques also increases.
The classification of witchcraft realms is very simple, consisting of three levels and nine grades.
Once a cultivator plants a seed of witchcraft within their body and senses the power of nature, they can be called a ninth-grade minor witch.
As the witch's seed grows stronger, it senses more and more of the rules of heaven and earth, and its rank begins to rise, from the eighth rank, the seventh rank... all the way up to the first rank.
After reaching the first rank, the witch's seed undergoes a qualitative change, and her cultivation level rises to a higher level, at which point she can be called a Great Witch.
The Great Shamans are still divided into nine ranks.
Above the Great Witch is the Ancestral Witch.
As for the division of combat power, it is also very simple. A first-grade minor witch is comparable to a god at the 30th level of Qi Refining, which is equivalent to the Golden Immortal level.
A first-rank Grand Wizard is comparable to a Taiyi Golden Immortal, while an Ancestral Wizard is equivalent to a Great Luo Dao Lord, and there are only a handful of them in the entire human race.
This is also the source of the confidence that the human race, with only the strength of two tribes, was able to fight against the demon race and never fall behind.
Of course, this method of cultivation in the Witchcraft Sect is not without its flaws.
At the very least, this witchcraft only pursues the ultimate power, drawing upon the power of the rules of heaven and earth, unlike the methods of the gods or the mystical arts, which can comprehend the Great Dao and extract its creation.
Ultimately, it is impossible to make people live forever or never die.
Even the ancestral witches, nourished by the power of nature, could not transform the essence of life and achieve true transcendence; at most, they could only live for 50,000 years.
Fortunately, the prehistoric human race numbered in the hundreds of millions, and talented individuals emerged in an endless stream. Even if some great shamans or ancestral shamans died after reaching the limit of their lifespan, countless successors would be able to inherit their mantle.
Therefore, the overall strength of the human race has been increasing gradually...
However, the mere fact that one cannot achieve immortality is enough to deter countless people from practicing witchcraft.
Only those humans who are unable to cultivate the mystical arts or the divine arts would resort to witchcraft as a second choice...
At this moment, Bai Shan and Hei Shui, who were standing in front of Hu Le, were both first-rank Grand Shamans, one of the ten elders of the Gonggong tribe, and were figures of high rank and power below Gonggong...
"So it's you two elders. Thank you for your hard work!"
Hu Le didn't stand on ceremony with the two men. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he was welcomed into the human village by them.
Actually, the two great shamans are still confused. They never expected that their old patriarch would do something so big and commit such a rebellious act.
Of course, none of these issues are a problem, but the crucial point is that he actually failed!
Not only did he lose his position as clan leader, but he was also trapped inside the sea eye, unable to escape even after countless eons. What difference is there between that and death?
To be fair, they were somewhat loyal to Gonggong, but they couldn't fight against the emperor's will. The emperor had spoken, and they dared not disobey. Their loyalty wasn't enough to make them risk their lives.
After all, they had overcome countless tribulations and finally cultivated to the level of a first-grade Great Witch, with the Ancestral Witch realm just around the corner. They dared not risk their lives.
Now, facing this new clan leader, they were all smiles, showing no sign of any resentment.
They knew all too well the background of this young master before them; he was someone these two old bones could never afford to offend…
After Hu Le and his group entered a stone hall in the center of the tribe and sat down, all the elders and other high-ranking members of the tribe came to pay their respects to him, the newly appointed chief.
Of course, since most of the elders and high-ranking officials went to war with Gonggong, some stayed on the front line of the Yellow River to confront the demon race, while the rest all went to the ancestral court of the human race.
After a major battle, those people were either killed or captured and imprisoned.
Therefore, there are not many elders and high-ranking members remaining in the tribe...
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