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Sparse clouds floated in the clear sky, and the flat land was covered with knee-high green grass.
As the wind blew, the green grass bent and then stood up again. Dozens of oval wooden hemispherical buildings stood on the grassland.
Long, thick, brown wooden sticks, connected end-to-end, were stacked to form these buildings.
A strong smell of blood overshadowed the slightly astringent fragrance of the plants on the grassland. Blood flowed slowly like a stream on the ground.
A corpse, eyes wide open in death, lay on the ground, gripping a long saber in his hand, though his wound was from behind.
"Patriarch, what are you doing?"
Several men, holding long spears, surrounded a man who wielded a great saber, stood over three meters tall, and had a playful look in his eyes.
These people had dark complexions, their skin appearing somewhat rough from prolonged exposure to wind and sun. Their lips were thick, their noses round, and most notably, each of them exhibited some characteristics of magical beasts.
Some had extended tailbones forming lizard-like tails, while others had octopus tentacles instead of fingers on their hands.
The man referred to as the Patriarch had the lower body of a horse, and his horse body was covered in scales.
Among the barbarian tribes of the Northern Continent, merging with the souls of magical beasts is a very common cultivation method. Many tribes appear as half-human, half-magical beast, with the Snake People being a very representative branch among them.
In this vast land, there are also Horse People, Lion People, Wolf People, and near large lakes, there are Fish People, Crab People, Shrimp People…
However, in most tribes, everyone chooses to merge with the soul of the same type of magical beast, so everyone in the entire tribe has similar magical beast characteristics.
Their bloodlines, through generations of fusion, have already approached that type of magical beast, so even without performing secret techniques to fuse magical beast souls, newborn infants will possess the physical characteristics of the magical beast chosen by the tribe.
The Mo Family is a more unique barbarian tribe. Their newborns are all normal humans, without magical beast characteristics. They do not choose a single magical beast for fusion, and they fuse everything of the magical beast, including body and soul.
Within the Mo Family's sphere of influence, the subordinate branch tribes are often bizarre and varied; a small tribe alone can make one realize the diversity of species.
The tribe currently embroiled in conflict is a small branch belonging to the Mo Family.
The Horseman Patriarch suddenly swung his great saber down, killing one of the men surrounding him.
The man whose fingers were tentacle-like, who should have been attacking the Horseman Patriarch with the others, suddenly turned around, his Dou Qi erupting as he stabbed his companion's heart.
The slaughter continued, and soon only the Horseman Patriarch and the man with tentacle-like fingers remained.
They exchanged glances, then simultaneously plunged their weapons into each other's chests… As their life force slowly vanished, there were no longer any living people in this tribe.
A man dressed in a black classical robe, wearing a matching black pointed soft hat, and a crystal monocle over his right eye, slowly approached.
He ignored the scattered bodies and severed limbs, paid no mind to the pervasive smell of blood, and wore a faint smile on his face.
Beams of light, shimmering with starlight colors, flew from his body, sweeping over each corpse, carrying away illusory, bewildered, and terrified souls, before flying back into the youth's body.
From the Horseman Patriarch's corpse, a hand emerged, followed by a head and neck. After revealing his upper body, the figure emerging from the corpse pushed with both hands on either side, then leaped out.
This was also an Amon!
He walked directly to the Horseman Patriarch's corpse, took the space ring from his finger, then walked to the Amon who had first arrived, handed him the space ring, and merged with him.
Amon's spirit power probed the ring, finding a secret technique scroll called "Fusion Method" inside.
He already had a dozen such scrolls lying in his "Nether Sea space ring," but no two were exactly alike.
After browsing these different types of Fusion Methods, Amon discovered that they corresponded to different organs of the human body.
For example, the one found in the Horseman Patriarch's space ring this time corresponded to "legs." The one obtained from the previous tribe corresponded to the heart, and the one before that was the lungs…
After fusing with magical beasts using different Fusion Methods, one would inherit the characteristics of the corresponding organ of the fused magical beast, Magnifying that advantage.
These Fusion Methods subtly hinted at the "Magical Beast Limb Transformation Method" previously obtained from the Mo Family of the Jia Ma Empire, seemingly being the result of its development and refinement.
The main branch of the Mo Family was experimenting on its own branches, using them to gradually refine the Fusion Method… He wondered what would happen if a Worm of Spirit was fused using this method… Would it strengthen the soul?
Amon pondered as he walked towards the next Mo Family tribe.
...
Not long after Amon left, a group of people with wings on their backs and feather ornaments on their heads descended from the sky.
The leader exuded a powerful aura, treading on thin air, his deep-set, brownish eyes flickering with a cold glint.
"Damn it, we're late again," he said angrily, looking at the deathly silence below.
"Mo Li, there are no survivors," a young man reported after searching the surroundings.
They did a clean job… Who exactly is targeting us? And what is their purpose? The middle-aged man called Mo Li lowered his head, his face grim, in thought.
He spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "These people must have been killed not long ago. Send word to the other small teams, tell them to check the nearby tribes.
"The killer shouldn't have gone far. Which is the closest tribe?"
A man with a darker complexion replied, "It's the Mo Shou Tribe, a medium-sized tribe. Their leader is also a Dou Ancestor expert."
"Let's go to the Mo Shou Tribe," Mo Li said.
"Yes," the darker-complexioned man replied decisively.
The group flew into the sky, swiftly heading towards the closest medium-sized tribe.
...
In a massive palace constructed from gears, levers, specially shaped magical beast bones, and rocks, a group of people were discussing the recent attacks.
"More than a dozen small tribes have been annihilated. The perpetrators are extremely ruthless and cunning, leaving no survivors."
"Elder Mo Li has already led the Mo Xing Army in pursuit, but there's been no progress."
"We must take more forceful measures, otherwise we will be looked down upon."
"Those branch lineages are now in fear for their lives. If this matter isn't resolved quickly, I'm afraid some tribes might believe our Mo Family is unreliable and defect to other great clans."
Seated in the main position was a golden-haired man, robust and broad-shouldered. He had only one eye; his left eyelid was closed and sunken, but his right eye sparkled with an intelligent light, as if it could see through people's hearts.
The golden-haired man's name was Mo Yanzhong, the current Family Head of the Mo Family.
He quietly listened to the Elders' arguments, and as the arguments grew louder and the emotions of those present became more intense, he finally spoke slowly:
"Mo Li has a spatial jade slip to notify me. Once he finds the killer, he will immediately crush it and transmit the information. At that time, I will personally take action.
"Although our Mo Family is not the top tribe among the barbarians, we are not to be trifled with.
"More importantly, I want to know, what is the current development regarding the Barbarian Phoenix Tribe and the Heavenly Demon Phoenix?"
Someone replied, "It is said that a Grand Elder of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix arrived, and the tribesman of the Barbarian Phoenix Tribe who had fused with a Heavenly Demon Phoenix's soul was killed on the spot… The Barbarian Phoenix Tribe retreated and offered a large amount of compensation."
Hearing such a result, Mo Yanzhong was not surprised, sighing lightly:
"Those magical beast overlord families are not to be provoked. If it weren't for their apprehension that our entire barbarian race would unite to a certain extent when facing foreign invasion, they probably wouldn't have let the matter rest so easily…"
An Elder echoed, "That's why our Mo Family's path is safer, by fusing the single, unique limb parts of various different magical beasts, combining them to forge the strongest beast body… Unfortunately, the secret technique is not yet completely finished."
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