"If I am not mistaken, someone is directing them from behind." Lin Qian’s face slightly darkened as he looked at Shi Yun in front of him, "Shi Chief, I previously told you the reason why I would enter this Small World."
Shi Yun nodded, "Of course I remember, you came here to pursue a tribe called the Black Blood Clan, in order to stop them..."
At this point, Shi Yun suddenly realized something, and, surprised, he looked at Lin Qian, "Sir, could it be that this sudden southern move by the Giant Ghost Clan is ordered by this Black Blood Clan?"
Lin Qian nodded solemnly, "This Black Blood Clan entered this Small World, most likely to awaken one of their ancestors. I fear that the Giant Ghost Clan’s goal in capturing the Human Clan is to refine them into blood and spiritual essence to aid in reviving their ancestor or restoring him."
"But, sir, didn’t you say that the Black Blood Clan consisted of only one person? The Giant Ghost Clan is temperamental; how could they possibly follow the orders of one person?" Shi Yun was somewhat puzzled by Lin Qian’s statement.
Lin Qian sighed deeply, turned toward Shi Yun and said, "Existing in this Small World, you all are likely descendants of a disciple of an Ancient Sect, but a cultural gap in your cultivation practices makes your situation very difficult."
"I previously asked you how many in this Small World’s Human Clan can fly, how they compare to you, and about the strength of the Dwarf Ghost Clan and the Giant Ghost Clan. With your answers, I obtained a general understanding of the overall strength of this Small World."
According to the information provided by Shi Yun, Lin Qian was generally able to infer that whether it was the Human Clan, the Dwarf Ghost Clan, or the Giant Ghost Clan, all had Soul Martial Artists of the Sky Breaking Realm.
However, in the eyes of the Human Clan of this Small World, the Saint, also known as the Sky Breaking Realm, their numbers had always been less than ten.
As of now, just a hundred years after a war ended, there were only four Soul Martial Artists of the Sky Breaking Realm—each of them being a clan leader of one of the four major tribes.
As for those of the Venerable Level, also known as the Nirvana Realm Soul Martial Artists, there were nearly a hundred in the entire Human Clan.
Like in the Stone Tribe, there were only three Venerables: Shi Yun, Shi Niu, and Shi Meng, and the Qin Tribe had only four.
Looking at the Dwarf Ghost Clan and the Giant Ghost Clan, when these two clans moved southward, they had at least thirty of Sky Breaking Realm and over three hundred of Nirvana Realm.
Not to mention the numerous other tribes that hadn’t come from the north, occupied by these two clans. The strength of these two clans, in the eyes of the world’s Human Clan, was unfathomable and formidable.
Moreover, Lin Qian discovered that the people of this Small World did not know what Elemental Weapon Armament of Martial Soul was; they had never undergone the nine rounds of Nirvana cultivation, so naturally, their strength was not on the same level.
The Human Clan’s greatest innate Talent includes their ability to learn and the Martial Soul within them.
Within this Small World, the Human Clan was treated by the other tribes as livestock, making it impossible to utilize their first talent. As for the second talent; it was practically a joke.
Following this, looking at the puzzled Qin Xing and Shi Yun, Lin Qian slowly spoke, outlining the real classification of Realms, explaining it to them once more.
"If I am not mistaken, then among the Dwarf Ghost Clan and the Giant Ghost Clan, the strongest are only at the Sky Breaking Realm, at most at the Sky Crossing Stage."
"If that is the case, then the Black Blood Clan’s ability to control these two clans and make them work for him is not surprising. With his strength, he alone could annihilate those two tribes in this Small World."
Hearing Lin Qian’s words, both Shi Yun and Qin Xing broke out in a cold sweat. It was only at this moment that they understood what it meant to be a frog in a well.
They originally thought that the existence of a Saint was the most powerful being under the heavens, but they soon realized how laughable this idea was.
"So, in the face of absolute disparity in strength, numbers do not solve the problem," Lin Qian said, his expression also very serious.
Lin Qian could now confirm that the otherworldly Black Blood Clan should be in the north of this Small World.
Given that his own landing spot was so far from the opponent’s, Lin Qian guessed it was due to the destruction of the portal he entered through, which caused the disturbance.
Lin Qian also felt fortunate about this disturbance; otherwise, the Human Clan of this Small World might have been exterminated.
The Dwarf Ghost Clan and the Giant Ghost Clan wouldn’t completely exterminate the Human Clan because of their future need for war provisions.
But the Black Blood Clan would!
If inside the Small World, there was really a royal member of the Black Blood Clan, and escaping required all the Human Clan to die, he would certainly do it without hesitation.
Lin Qian suddenly looked out towards the gate of the tribe; at that moment, heavy white fog had begun to rise outside while inside the Stone Tribe, devoid of withered trees, was not enveloped in the thick fog.
"So it turns out, it’s already daylight. It seems that the Black Blood Clan can’t rely on the power of reanimated corpses right now. Such dense fog will also hinder the Dwarf Ghost Clan and the Giant Ghost Clan," Lin Qian pondered before asking Qin Yun and Shi Yun, "How many Human Clan tribes are there now, and do you know their locations?"
Hearing Lin Qian’s urgent query, Shi Yun and Qin Xing hastily responded, respectively.
"There are about sixty tribes now!"
"Because the southern land viable for living hasn’t changed much, so the locations of the tribes are clear."
Lin Qian nodded, instructing Shi Yun and Qin Xing: "Point in the direction, and verbally state how long it would take you to reach those tribes at your speed. Mention all the tribes. With me at the center, Shi Chief to the left, Clan Chief Qin to the right."
Shi Yun and Qin Xing looked at each other, wondering if Lin Qian could remember all this.
However, they did not dare to question Lin Qian; they stretched out their hands in the two directions and began to speak.
"Over there, Qi Tribe, three hours."
"Wang Tribe in that direction, a whole day’s time."
As Shi Yun and Qin Xing narrated, these details were simultaneously transmitted to the Heavenly Art Department, and a simulated tactical map of the southern distribution of the Human Clan in this Small World gradually took shape.
"What... what is that?" A cry of alarm rose from nearby; the people of the Stone Tribe looked bewilderedly towards the direction of the pond.
Lin Qian likewise turned his body to look in the direction of that pond.
His gaze passed over the pond he had created and at the back, from behind a twenty-foot-tall stone wall half-engulfed in the white mist, a blurry huge figure appeared; the stone wall reached only to its waist.
"Hahaha, you ants of the Human Clan, aren’t you going to hide and seek?" A wild laugh came from above, as the huge figure stepped out of the dense fog and trampled the stone wall to collapse.
Simultaneously, while looking down at them, the true form of the giant was revealed before their eyes.