Chapter 166: The Black Wind Emerges from the Mountains

What significance did the protagonist hold for the world? Zuo Meng hadn’t understood before, only sensing vague hints. But after ascending to the Great World, he suddenly grasped it. The world required protagonists to propel its progress and guide its course. For ordinary people, the world had growth limits—its ceiling became the ceiling for all living beings.

Take the Endless Sand World as an example: the highest attainable power level was Master. It wasn’t that people lacked ambition, but the world itself constrained them.

To shatter such boundaries, only a protagonist could succeed.

Imagine a peerless genius emerging in the Endless Sand World, deciphering the secrets of Master-level cultivation, advancing to Great Master, then Shattering the Void to reach a higher realm. This would forge a connection between the Endless Sand World and the advanced Great World, enabling growth. Not all protagonists broke world limits, though. Some mended flawed laws—like repairing a hole in the sky or removing excess suns. Others pioneered new paths like ancient cultivation methods or summoning arts. Simply put, protagonists served as the world’s loyal workforce, appearing whenever needed.

Black Wind Tribe.

After his breakthrough, Nuo spent three months mastering his new power before leading the tribe’s expansion.

Against Nuo’s current strength, the wildmen of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains stood no chance. The Black Wind Tribe snowballed rapidly, eventually absorbing over a hundred settlements to reach a hundred thousand members—surpassing even the You Qiong tribe’s fifty thousand and Da Feng tribe’s similar numbers. However, population alone didn’t determine supremacy; combat prowess mattered more, where Black Wind still lagged.

Most members remained loosely united wildmen gathered by Nuo’s might, with fewer than a thousand core warriors.

The tribe now controlled one-tenth of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains—equivalent to a major tribe’s territory in this untamed region.

“Expansion ends today!” Nuo declared from his high platform. “All efforts turn to creating bloodline warriors!”

The tribe needed collective strength now. With ten thousand bloodline warriors, Nuo could lead them beyond the mountains to conquer the world.

The crowd roared at the mention of bloodline warriors. Former wildmen had learned their meaning through Nuo’s displays of power. Since the laws incident, none dared oppose him.

“Hai! Three years to train ten thousand bloodline warriors!”

“Done!”

Hai accepted confidently. Existing eight hundred bloodline warriors—the best from recent expansions—formed a foundation. Two thousand more neared awakening, leaving seven thousand to train.

“Tu! Secure their cultivation resources.”

“Understood.”

Tu had stockpiled the necessary spirit orchids, discovering multiple harvesting grounds beyond Black Wind Gorge.

“In three years, we storm beyond these mountains!” Nuo’s voice boomed as forbidden zone ruler’s energy radiated from him.

“BLACK WIND!”

The tribe’s roar shook the earth.

For three years, Black Wind focused inward. Crude awakening methods—lacking proper guidance—left many crippled, but their numbers prevailed. Twelve thousand bloodline warriors emerged, two thousand beyond target.

After consulting Hai and Tu, Nuo led eight thousand warriors to the mountain pass guarded by You Qiong tribe’s wooden towers and bloodline sentries.

“Brothers! Beyond lies our hunting ground!”

Hardened by the mountains’ crucible, these warriors surpassed ordinary men. Nuo rode ahead on his mutated white tiger, followed by bloodthirsty veterans of half a year’s brutal training—survivors of battles against fierce beasts.

“Intruders!”

Sentinels lit warning fires too late.

Battle erupted.

When the carnage ended, every guard and resident lay dead, earth soaked black-red.

From his tiger’s back, Nuo gazed across conquered plains and raised his whip:

“From this day, this land shall tremble at Black Wind’s name!”