Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 196 - 196 192 Purple Snake Venerable!_1

196: Chapter 192: Purple Snake Venerable!_1 196: Chapter 192: Purple Snake Venerable!_1 Even though the figure before him was old beyond comparison, he exuded an invisible aura that made Xiao Chen feel an indescribable nobility and power he could not put into words.

Upon opening his eyes, Xiao Chen was stunned by what he saw before him.

Even though he held within his hands the fate of tens of thousands of tribes, he was taken aback by the sight of this ancient warrior who had fallen in a time long passed, yet appeared before him without any warning.

“Young man, where has your bravado gone?

The same one that prompted you to plunder our Purple Snake Tribe, stealing armors, scriptures, and forging materials!” The Purple Snake Venerable seemed unsurprised by Xiao Chen’s stupor, implying that he had expected such a reaction.

“Honorable elder…

no, Venerable, you…” Upon hearing the hoarse voice of the old man, Xiao Chen felt a chill run through him.

Swallowing multiple times, he asked, unsure.

From the beast skin scroll beforehand, Xiao Chen learned that this elderly figure is known as the Purple Snake Venerable, one of the formidable beings of the ancient human tribe.

A Venerable is a title given only to the Zhong Lou Realm Martial Artists, second only to the Human King’s warriors.

However, not every warrior who breaks through to the Layered Tower Realm is called Venerable.

To countless members of the human race, a Venerable is an awe-inspiring figure that has displayed great strength in martial arts and domain consolidation.

The Layered Tower Realm consists of nine heavenly layers, each a steep ascent to greatness.

At the sixth heavenly layer of the Layered Tower Realm, warriors who display incredible strength can win the recognition of countless others, earning them the title of Venerable and admiration from all clans and generations of mankind.

The ancient figure before him is, at least, a warrior at the sixth layer of the Layered Tower Realm; a fact that cannot fail to astound Xiao Chen.

For him, warriors in the late phase of the Blood Refining Realm are already formidable opponents.

As of where he stands right now in his martial training, the Layered Tower Realm warriors are an unfathomable existence.

Even in this Giant Stone Valley, there may be warriors who have reached the Layered Tower Realm, but figures who have reached beyond the sixth layer, those who command respect and power, are shrouded in mystery.

“Indeed, I had already fallen when I fortified the sealing formation with my own blood essence ten thousand years ago.

What you see now is nothing more than a remnant of my undying soul, barely clinging to existence.

Given the erosion by the countless years beneath this surface, I fear it won’t be long before this remnant of a soul will dissolve into nothingness.”

The Purple Snake Venerable had already wandered away from Xiao Chen while talking in an elderly voice, “When my Purple Snake Battle Division lost our bloodline ten thousand years ago, we buried nearly a million of our tribesmen under the ground of this sunlight-forsaken place.

But I do not regret it – I believe that every single one of our fighters would feel the same.

Our only regret is the extinction of the Purple Snake Battle Division.”

“Venerable, if you do not find it offensive, despite the fact that my tribe is weak, I promise to pay tribute to the hundreds of thousands of loyal souls of the Purple Snake Battle Division every year and not to let your lineage be forgotten.”

“After stripping everything of value from my Purple Snake Battle Division, why did you come back!”

Hearing the old man’s words, Xiao Chen looked solemn.

He thrust his Dark Blood War Spear into the Qing Stone surface and, seriously, paid homage according to the rites of the Great Wasteland Ancient Human Tribe – towards the aged figure before him, towards the eight lifeless sharped-figures sitting cross-legged nearby, and towards tribesmen of the Purple Snake Tribe outside the stone tower.

“As a member of the Great Wasteland Ancient Human Tribe, loyalty and righteousness are embedded in me.

The human tribe has fought courageously in the Great Wasteland, their azure blood illuminating the vault of heaven.

The tenacious and unyielding blood of the human tribe flows within me.

Moreover, the Purple Snake Battle Division, to ensure the humiliation of foreign tribes no longer plagued our Giant Stone Valley, sacrificed themselves without a second thought.

It is my duty to pay tribute to their noble souls.”

“Hahaha…..!” The Purple Snake Venerable burst into a roaring laughter, a mixture of misery and mirth.

“Tell me, young man, was I wrong?”

How could right and wrong be discussed under these circumstances?

With the lives of hundreds of thousands of tribesmen on the line, we managed to subdue the Beast Controlling Tribe from resurfacing in the Great Wasteland.

There is no right or wrong, only survival.

The Purple Snake Venerable and the tribesmen of the Purple Snake Tribe had made a heroic sacrifice.

“Right or wrong, I am not in a position to judge.

But if I were in your position, I would have done the same.

I believe that even if the calamity of the foreign tribes were to recur, you, venerable elder, would still make the same decision.”

“Good!

Good!

Good!” The Purple Snake Venerable shouted three times in a row.

The very hall echoed with his shout, and the sound unsettled one’s spirit.

Even with Xiao Chen’s current cultivation in the realm of the soul, he still couldn’t completely resist the overwhelming pressure of the roar.

“Indeed, if the events of ten thousand years ago were to happen again, I would do the same.

Our human tribe has flourished in the Great Wasteland for eternity.

Generations of supreme sovereigns, human emperors, and human kings have held countless battles against the Hundred Clans in order to protect the inheritance of the human tribe.

How could we let alien tribes rampage across our land again?

Even at the cost of our lives, we should send them to the hell of endless reincarnation!”

“Venerable elder, our human tribe has been fighting battles in the Great Wasteland.

No matter how many battles we have fought, we have never fallen.

We have fought across the Eight Desolate Lands, and even when foreign tribes strive to seize the lands under our feet, we will fight until the azure heavens are stained with our blood.

Thousand years ago, the Purple Snake Battle Division made a great contribution to the human race.

I will make an annual sacrifice in remembrance and record the history in my heart.”

After a while, the Purple Snake Venerable regains his senses, his old voice ringing out in the great hall, “Time waits for no one.

Everything has changed since ten thousand years ago.

The remains of my hundreds of thousands of tribesmen have long been reduced to dust under the ground.

Who will remember how, ten thousand years ago, the Beast Controlling Tribe invaded the Giant Stone Valley, leaving corpses of the human tribe everywhere, and staining the entire valley with human blood?”

As the elder rambled, a sense of grief filled the air in the closed great hall.

The desolate atmosphere seeped into one’s marrow, but Xiao Chen did not interrupt.

He just stood quietly behind the elder, listening to his narration.

“Young man, did you know?

If you had left after plundering what was remaining of the Purple Snake Battle Division, you would already be a corpse, buried in this city eternally shrouded in darkness with the rest of my tribesmen.”

What!

Upon hearing the Venerable’s words, Xiao Chen was taken aback.

He then felt a chill running down his spine.

He firmly believed the elder was not bluffing, even if he seemed to be nothing more than an old man who had already passed away thousands of years ago and was now merely a soul fragment struggling to hang on.

Unmindful of Xiao Chen’s shock, the Purple Snake Venerable continued, “This place is the final resting place of hundreds of thousands of my tribesmen.

How could we let someone with no sense of righteousness for the human tribe, those with ulterior motives, trespass and disturb the rest of our brave souls!

If they refuse to remember the bloodshed our ancestors strived through, then they can stay here, lost in the darkness, and regret for eternity!”

The unmistakable killing intent in his voice gave Xiao Chen a chilling realization that he had just narrowly escaped death.