Chapter 1672: Chapter 1672

At his side, nine Ten-times Transformed Warriors stood guard, looking at the Overlord with eyes full of awe. They, along with the warriors outside, firmly believed that Overlord would need no more than three rounds to tear the imposter from the Nelson Tribe to pieces.

After the Overlord finished enjoying his meal, only some hair remained on the ground. He stood up, and the beast horns on his head bumped against the roof. This spacious barracks was rather cramped for his massive body.

"Has my opponent arrived?" His voice carried a natural deterrent power, like the roar of a beast king. His subordinates immediately bowed and replied, "Yes, Your Excellency, you can take him down at any time."

"Let’s get on with it then." The Overlord also looked down on the so-called "Overlord" of the Nelson Tribe because he knew his origins and was very clear that no one in this world could possibly compete with him.

The Inheritor was an Ancient Demon! After entering this world, all their cultivation was suppressed, and they couldn’t use their demon artifacts or techniques. However, the naturally strong bodies of the Demon Clan far surpassed everyone else’s.

The Guest Clan believed they had undergone numerous transformations, but in fact, the Inheritor had only undergone four transformations—the rest of him was all original. Even unaltered, he could easily sweep through this world.

When his massive figure appeared in the Heaven and Earth Gorge, the Guest Clan camp shouted in enthusiasm, while the Nelson Tribe camp cursed loudly with red eyes.

The Nelson Tribe’s sham Overlord was already standing at the exact center of the gorge. When the Inheritor saw him, he subconsciously paused, feeling a sense of familiarity in his heart.

When Master Sun stepped into the Heaven and Earth Gorge, he had a faint feeling: This place seemed to have some connection with the Heavenly Track!

It wasn’t as evident as the Heavenly Track Fragments on the Ancestors’ Ancient Corpses, so Master Sun couldn’t figure out what the connection was.

Master Sun also saw the Inheritor and secretly laughed to himself, different from the ignorant people in this world: "Is this the original form of the Ancient Demon Inheritor? So ugly. Among the Demon Clan, only our Little Princess looks good."

The Inheritor strode to Master Sun’s side, frowning as if unsure of how to speak. Master Sun mocked, "It seems that you have given up on going back, resigned to degeneracy, wanting to indulge and sleep your life away in this world until the end?"

The Inheritor trembled, "It really is you..."

They had never met face-to-face during their long-distance battles, and the Inheritor had a familiar feeling towards Master Sun but did not dare to confirm whether it was him.

Master Sun stomped his foot, "Have you noticed anything unusual about this place?"

The Inheritor thought Master Sun was referring to the Heaven and Earth Gorge and responded in a low voice, "Of course I know, but what’s the use? You’ve seen the Ancestors’ Ancient Corpses too. They’ve collected Heavenly Track Fragments, which we can’t comprehend, let alone the mere trace of the Heavenly Track Dao Melody here."

The warriors from both clans behind them were cheering and hurling insults, supporting their Overlords and hoping to witness an earth-shattering duel. But the two Overlords just stood there, seemingly chatting? Some of the hot-tempered transformed warriors couldn’t stand it any longer and began cursing and yelling, "What are you doing? We’re mortal enemies! Hurry up and kill him!"

Master Sun glanced at the other side and said, "Let’s find another place to chat."

The Inheritor bitterly smiled, "How can we switch? Even if we could, where could we go? We can’t use Cultivation Methods in this world—you walked all the many thousands of miles from the Sacred Temple one step at a time, didn’t you? If we try to leave, the warriors from both clans will definitely follow, and our speed is only slightly faster than theirs. We can’t lose them."

Master Sun’s eyes revealed a hint of mischief, and he suddenly lunged forward, a Fishbone Knife appearing in his hand. The Inheritor snorted, "You humans are indeed cunning, hiding a knife behind a smile!"

The two figures quickly intertwined and separated, with neither gaining an advantage. The Inheritor muttered, "In this world, my natural body has a clear advantage—you’re no match for me!"

When the two suddenly started fighting, the two armies immediately got excited, shouting and waving their weapons. The warriors of the Guest Clan began cursing loudly, "Did the Nelson Tribe pick a loser as their Overlord? They’re so stupid! Your Excellency, tear him apart!""Tear him apart!"

Soon, all the Guest Clan warriors shouted together, their voices neatly shaking the Nine Heavens.

Although the Nelson Tribe was also cheering, their confidence seemed lacking. They had witnessed the divine power of the opposing Overlord and the difference in size between the two was too great, making Master Sun appear too weak.

Master Sun suddenly swung a pale golden whip in his hand, which looked weak and fragile no matter how one looked at it - the Inheritor couldn’t use cultivation methods, so naturally, he couldn’t see the anomaly of the whip. He grabbed the whip, planning to pull Master Sun closer, and use his powerful physical body to defeat him with a flurry of punches.

But the whip snapped and hit the Inheritor’s hand with a loud crack, shattering the bones in his entire arm! The Inheritor was astonished and terrified, while the whip fell smoothly, like a living creature, binding him tightly. He found himself unable to struggle, as if his entire strength had been suppressed by the whip!

The Inheritor fell solidly onto the ground, and the angry roar of the hundreds of thousands of Guest Clan warriors came to an abrupt halt! Their eyes bulged: what on earth just happened?! The Nelson Tribe’s side also lowered for a moment before erupting in a sky-shattering howl.

Master Sun picked up the Inheritor and strode towards his own camp. The Nelson Tribe warriors were full of fanaticism, and they automatically made way for him. When Master Sun entered the camp, he shouted angrily, "Idiot! What are you waiting for?"

The Nelson Tribe suddenly realized, and the generals raised their giant Beast Bone Battle Sabers: "Charge! Exterminate!" Then the Nelson Tribe warriors, like a burst of floodwater, roared and rushed towards the opposite side. The Guest Clan’s formation was in chaos, and a great melee ensued.

Master Sun entered the campsite, which was empty inside. The enmity between the two tribes led them to pour out in droves. He found a holding cell and threw the Inheritor inside, spreading his hands: "Now we’ve just changed places."

"With no tribesmen watching behind us, we can talk about some secret matters."

As for the battle outside, neither of them cared whether one side would be exterminated.

Full of resentment, the Inheritor was still bound by the whip, and Master Sun showed no intention of releasing him. Grinding his teeth, he said, "I want to go back too, but how do I accomplish that?"

Master Sun said: "You arrived earlier and soon became the Overlord of the Guest Clan. I don’t believe that you haven’t found anything." The Inheritor replied: "It’s pointless. I did discover some circumstances. The Ancestors’ Ancient Corpses’ bodies hold Heavenly Track Fragments, and this world is very likely split from the Heaven and Earth Gorge. This place is the starting point for the entire world."

"The Heavenly Track Fragments on both of the Ancestors’ Ancient Corpses might contain the ultimate mystery of the world. Understanding this mystery could allow us to return to the Eight Desolates."

"But since we can’t use cultivation methods, what can we use to comprehend this?"

Master Sun stroked his chin, and the Inheritor’s judgement was similar to his own. Master Sun asked again: "What did you come here for?"

The Inheritor’s face immediately filled with caution, and Master Sun shook his head: "At this point, you still want to keep secrets for the Heaven Realm? This world blocks everything, and the Immortal Venerables above are powerless here."

The Inheritor gave a bitter smile: "When I first entered this place, I tried to contact Master Burgess, but there was no response. I couldn’t even send out a request for help."

Master Sun folded his arms, waiting for him to continue.

"Master Burgess assigned me the task of investigating the real cause of the Heavenly Track Reversal in the Lower Realm. The general location of this world’s entrance was told to me by Master Burgess." The Inheritor told him everything. He had slept for tens of thousands of years and was naturally unwilling to waste his life in this low-level martial world after waking up.

Master Sun recalled a detail: why did the Inheritor voluntarily come in, while he was forcibly dragged in by the cave? Was this world truly as the Nelson people claimed, that it had a supreme rule that balanced the power of the two tribes? Why must there be such a unique rule?