My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1034 - 508: Thunder Guiding Finger_1

Chapter 1034: Chapter 508: Thunder Guiding Finger_1

Powerful Fifth Realm Cultivators crushed to pieces, this deterrence was too formidable. The cultivators were certainly not willing to be manipulated by the Mountain God Temple like this, but they would not dare to resist rashly either.

A few cultivators joined forces, quietly discussed, sighed and released their magical instruments to protect themselves, and went onwards into the Extinction Domain.

The others hesitated a bit and followed suit. They all had the same idea: since they couldn’t fight their way out directly, they might as well offer the sacrifices first and see what kind of rewards they received.

Many cultivators even had a glimmer of hope in their hearts: if the rewards were valuable enough, risking their lives hunting sacrifices might not be unacceptable.

These cultivators gathered here didn’t have much background, struggling in the cultivation world. Often, they had to pay a huge price for a single cultivation resource. Therefore, as long as the "returns" were generous enough, they were willing to risk their lives.

The Honored Lord also hesitated: Although the Fifth Great Domain was annihilated, it wasn’t necessarily impossible for him to resist. The reason for his lack of confidence was that when he was transported into the Mountain God Temple, he was stunned and didn’t find an opportunity to resist.

He stared at the Mountain God Temple deeply, eventually convincing himself: those who accomplish great things must be able to endure things that ordinary people can’t! He waved his hand and gathered Mr. Archibald and others around him: "Let’s go, I will help you collect the sacrifices first."

Those gathered around him were his most trusted subordinates, along with a person both he and Mr. Archibald regarded highly: Owen Bertram.

The cultivators who had been gathered in the inn all looked expectantly at the Honored Lord: You said that you would protect us before receiving the "blessings".

Mr. Archibald’s heart moved, and he stepped forward to say, "I propose that we form a ’Righteous Alliance’ and publicly elect the Honored Lord as our leader!"

Mr. Bertram nodded repeatedly. This Mr. Archibald was really a great schemer. Now was a good time to form an alliance. Not only were the cultivators they gathered in the inn willing to join the alliance, many other cultivators were also willing to join the alliance in hopes of being protected by the Sixth Great Realm.

It would be very difficult for them to hunt for their own sacrifices, but it would be easy for the Sixth Great Realm to do so.

The hastily-formed alliance was far from perfect, but Mr. Archibald would not let them take advantage of it for free. He divided everyone into groups of equal strength so that they could help each other hunt for sacrifices.

Hunting sacrifices alone was extremely dangerous, but with more people cooperating, the chances of success increased while the danger decreased. The barriers that originally prevented people from forming teams by themselves were trust issues; but with the endorsement of the Righteous Alliance, things naturally fell into place.

Although they didn’t manage to invite the Sixth Great Realm to hunt for their sacrifices, everyone could accept this arrangement. The newly formed members of the Righteous Alliance dispersed and headed to the Ancient Annihilation Domain.

Only Owen Bertram, Mr. Archibald, and the Honored Lord were left near the Mountain God Temple. The Honored Lord gave a bitter smile and said to the two, "We’ve worked together, and I appreciate your support that made me the Honored Lord and leader of the Alliance - it’s just a shame that our ambition is difficult to fulfill this time.

I will do one last thing for you all: collect your sacrifices. Consider it a small token of gratitude from me."

Mr. Archibald objected: "Leader, how can you say such things? Our great cause has just begun!"

The Honored Lord waved his hand: "You can’t help me with my sacrifice, and having more people without enough realms would only lead to death. When the time comes, I will have a desperate fight with this Norton Mountain God. If I happen to escape with my life, we can talk about our grand plans!"

But it was clear to everyone that he lacked confidence. However, such a leader, who was still thinking about saving his trusted subordinates at the last moment, made Mr. Bertram struggle to determine if he was trying to bribe their hearts or if he was genuinely kind-hearted.

Mr. Archibald refused to give up and asked, "What is the Leader’s sacrifice?"

The Leader was unwilling to say, but after being repeatedly questioned by Mr. Archibald and others, he reluctantly said, "A Tire-7 Monster."

Everyone went silent, with a grim look on their faces. If it were a Tier-6 monster, there was still a glimmer of hope with everyone working together with the Leader, but for a Tier-7... The Leader had just advanced to the Sixth Great Realm, and it would be difficult for him to defeat even a Tier-6 monster, not to mention a Tier-7.

Including all five hundred cultivators who had entered this time and working together with the Leader, they would only be adding a few more dishes for the Tire-7 Monster to feast on.

Mr. Bertram bowed to everyone, "Let’s part here." There was no point in saying more, plus, Mr. Bertram’s purpose was the Fierce Sun Plains. Now that he had entered, he naturally wanted to find the Nirvana Grand Tomb of the Red Dragon Master.

As for the Leader and the others... after all, they had helped Mr. Bertram find the Fierce Sun Plains, and they owed them a favor. After completing his own tasks, if there was still time, he would try to save them along the way.

It wasn’t that Mr. Bertram was cold-blooded, but the major Void Channel leading to the Red Clan Barbarian Continent was of great importance, and everything else had to give way for it.

Mr. Archibald wanted to stop Owen Bertram, but the Leader gently waved his hand, "Forget it, let him go. People have their ambitions, and it’s no use forcing them." Mr. Archibald was furious and cursed at Owen Bertram’s retreating figure: "An ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

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As for the Mountain God Temple and the so-called "Nat Mountain God," Mr. Bertram had no reverence or respect in his heart. The Light Flower Mark on his wrist could kill a Fifth Great Realm Cultivator... but Mr. Bertram was sure that the Mountain God Temple couldn’t do anything to him.

Mountain God Temple couldn’t even see through his hidden strength; even if it had some mysterious aspects, it was limited. It was far inferior to his second brother, and even more so to Alexia.