"Congratulations, player, on obtaining the Lord Token of the White Flood Dragon Territory. As long as you are within the White Flood Dragon Territory, you may exercise the following lordly powers:"
"1. Your clan gains 200 Legend Rank or below entries to the Heavenly Dome Rank."
"2. Second Rank Heavenly Dome beings need the Lord's permission to descend within the territory."
"3. The Lord's overall strength increases by 10% within the territory."
Qin Chuan looked at the text before him and heaved a sigh of relief.
Lordly authority was very important to the Human Race.
The Heavenly Dome Rank only allowed Mythical Rank and Legend Rank to enter, with limited spots for those below Legend Rank.
Allowing weaker players to enter the Heavenly Dome Rank under the protection of stronger ones provided significant enhancement to the overall strength of the Human Race.
The requirement for Second Rank descent to obtain permission greatly ensured the safety of the Human Race.
From now on, the other six clans of the Second Realm would not be able to descend into the White Flood Dragon Territory.
The Human Race in the White Flood Dragon Territory would not have to face opponents above the First Realm of the Mythical Rank, and with the protection from the senior Bai Xi, security was greatly enhanced.
As for the third privilege, it was less important to Qin Chuan.
After tucking away the Lord Token, Qin Chuan turned to look at Thunder Demon God·Parn.
The other party's previous move was not a result of losing his way.
It was just that in the instant of action, he had been influenced by Lin Yue, who was hidden in the shadows.
At this moment, Parn was fighting with Lin Yue and Xiao Bai who had summoned Xiao Lu to assist him; under the Human Race's two-against-one system, Parn, who had also reached the peak of the First Realm, was not gaining the upper hand.
As Qin Chuan joined the battle, Parn ultimately fell under the Frost Breaking Slash with regret.
With two Mythical Rank beings defeated, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue obtained ten Mythical Hearts.
After converting the Mythical Hearts into overall strength, the two did not stay long; they set out toward the direction of the Red Rock Territory according to previous plans.
Before leaving, Qin Chuan glanced towards a certain direction, sensing something.
It was a good while after the two disappeared into the horizon when a figure emerged from the direction Qin Chuan had just glanced towards—it was Monk, the Moon Spirit Clan Mythical Rank who had been severely injured by Qin Chuan.
"Such formidable power," Monk said, looking at the bodies of the two Mythical Rank beings, a hint of fear in his eyes. "It's good I didn't show myself, otherwise..."
He shook his head slightly, pondered a moment, and then took out a purple crystal ball.
The crystal ball lit up, and a gentle female voice emerged.
"Monk, how are the humans?"
"Mahiya, they killed the Lord of the White Flood Dragon Territory," Monk said solemnly.
The Purple Moon Priest, on the other end, fell silent for a moment, clearly surprised by the news.
"I didn't expect that, having just reached the Heavenly Dome Rank, the Human Race has already become so powerful."
"Since the Human Race has now obtained the Lord Token of the White Flood Dragon Territory, our clan should retreat, preserve our viable forces, and wait for the Clan War to begin."
"But before leaving, you need to do one thing."
"This is the Ancestor's instruction."
"All right," Monk said, his expression turning more respectful. "What instruction does the Ancestor have?"
The crystal ball suddenly flickered, and a unique token appeared in front of Monk, crossing the distance.
"This is a Golden Prop, the Transmission Pursuit Order," Mahiya slowly said. "Go once to the Human Clan's entrance, use it to locate the present position of the Human Clan Gatekeeper who teleported away."
"Understood," Monk took the token, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"The recent incident, I will report again to the Ancestor," Mahiya paused slightly, "And let me know of any situation immediately."
"Ancestor, that's the situation."
Mahiya's voice echoed in a silent void.
A figure was sitting cross-legged in the void, shrouded in multicolored radiance that obscured its features, the aura around it so terrifying that even the void distorted under its unbearable pressure.
A pair of eyes brighter than the multicolored radiance slowly opened, and in that instant, the heavens and the earth dimmed.
Those eyes slightly drooped, as if looking towards the ground, yet seeming to peer through the layers of the Heavenly Dome Rank, from the mysterious Third Rank of the Heavenly Dome Rank towards a place in the First Rank.
A deep voice echoed in the silence.
"White Flood Dragon Territory… Ascension Territory…"
"Immortal Clan, it's indeed you."
"The Immortal Clan?" Mahiya's voice carried a hint of confusion. "Ancestor, is it the race that competed and won against our clan in the last ten thousand years?"
"Competed?" The Ancestor of the Moon Spirit muttered to himself.
In his mind, an image of a figure holding a long sword, invincible in battle, emerged.
The Moon Spirit Clan, only he, the old one who has survived to this day, might still remember, right?
The Ancestor of the Moon Spirit chuckled self-deprecatingly and spoke softly.
"Mahiya, you are mistaken."
"In the last ten thousand years, no clan had the qualifications to compete with the victors, the Immortal Clan."