Chapter 911

As the ancient oath echoed within Chijin Mountain, the tribal chieftains and high priests who had come to this place pledged their loyalty to the God of Chishan, vowing to serve the God of Chishan for all generations.

Thus, Li Yi successfully took control of a vast and powerful force.

“Great God of Chishan, I cannot express my gratitude to you; I offer only the most beautiful woman from our tribe, hoping the God of Chishan will accept her.”

When the oath of loyalty ended, a tribal high priest cried out, bringing forth the tribe’s most beautiful concubines.

Following this gesture, other tribes also presented their most beautiful women, hoping these beauties would remain on Chijin Mountain to serve the gods.

Seeing the beauties in the grand hall, E Ji and Su Ji beside Li Yi grew tense at once.

Though they disliked seeing this happen, as a deity, having only the two of them as companions was clearly insufficient—it could not expand the divine bloodline or sustain the realm of Chijin.

But Li Yi laughed: “Take your tribal maidens back. They belong to your tribe’s strong and brave warriors. I will not take what others hold dear.”

He refused the high priests’ generous offers.

Though the high priests felt disappointed, many of the tribes’ strongest warriors rejoiced.

The most beautiful maidens and the strongest warriors in every tribe formed a cherished tale; no warrior wished to see his tribe’s jewel fall into another’s hands.

Yet for the sake of their tribes, they dared not defy the will of a deity, for they had sworn loyalty to the God of Chijin Mountain—though inwardly, they were pained.

As a man from Earth, Li Yi understood all too well the tragedies born of love, hate, and desire; he did not wish one day for a mighty warrior to rise and challenge him, the deity, for the sake of a maiden.

It was best to help others find happiness.

Soon.

The tribal chieftains and high priests began to depart, carrying with them the three edicts of the God of Chishan, returning to their tribes to spread this momentous news across the land.

Instantly, all tribes erupted in celebration.

From this day forward, they would enjoy the protection of a deity, and this God of Chishan required no offerings—his only demand was that the strongest warriors of each tribe pledge loyalty to the deity.

This cost was nearly negligible.

After all, once protected, the strongest warriors were of little use remaining in the tribe; following the deity into battle might bring far greater rewards to their tribes.

But High Priest Dou Kun had his hands full.

Some tribal chieftains had come seeking aid; since Li Yi had promised to protect their safety, he naturally had to resolve their troubles, and all these troubles would be recounted to High Priest Dou Kun.

Afterwards, Dou Kun would assign powerful warriors to handle these issues; if any proved beyond their ability, only Li Yi himself could intervene.

But Dou Kun was clever—he entrusted these challenges to warriors loyal to Chijin Mountain, uniting the strength of all tribes to govern the realm of Chijin, thus sparing the master trouble.

Still, for caution’s sake, Li Yi chose to remain on Chijin Mountain for a time, ensuring all was stable before departing to return to Earth.

Of course, before leaving, he would arrange for someone to manage this place.

During these days on Chijin Mountain, Li Yi sensed a steady stream of powerful warriors entering Chijin City—each a Mountain Lord, the two strongest being brothers from the Tianmai Tribe, their power reaching thirty Mountain Lord levels.

“Hail, God of Chishan.” These two thirty Mountain Lord warriors entered the hall and bowed respectfully before Li Yi.

“Tianmai Tribe, Thirty Mountain Lords, Jiao Cang and Ji Ao.” Li Yi’s gaze swept over them; memories of records sent by Shan Guo surfaced in his mind.

Every warrior sent by a tribe was registered—name, power level, and tribal affiliation recorded.

Thirty Mountain Lord strength equaled the combined might of two peak Three-Petal Realm cultivators—impressive indeed; if they learned the Immortal arts and gained magic power, they would be formidable generals.

Yet the Tianmai Tribe was poor—even these Thirty Mountain Lords wore old, damaged Chijin battle armor, pitted and scarred from countless battles.

“Your strength is commendable. The fact that Tianmai Tribe sent you shows their loyalty. As your deity, I bestow upon you Chijin battle armor and Chijin divine swords.”

Li Yi waved his hand; several beams of crimson-gold light shot forth, instantly clothing them in new armor that shimmered with radiant energy, displaying extraordinary defensive power. As Chijin Dao artifacts, they could adjust size freely with the body’s movement, and when infused with magic power, their defense would become astonishing.

“Thank you, God of Chishan, for your grace!” The two warriors were overwhelmed with emotion, caressing their new armor and sharp blades, their confidence surging instantly.

With such weapons, they were certain they could defeat even stronger beasts and enemies.

“Go now. You have dedicated quarters on Chijin Mountain; someone will guide you to them.” Li Yi said.

The two warriors left the hall, filled with excitement and joy; soon, servants led them to the warriors’ quarters—they, as Thirty Mountain Lords, received private residences and personal attendants.

All this was thanks to Xiu Xiang; to build up Chijin Mountain, he had been forced to purchase countless slaves.

Though slavery was not a good system, Li Yi would not defy the world’s traditions—he could only adapt to local customs, ensuring these slaves lived normally and safely—that was all he could do.

Li Yi gradually received many more powerful warriors, occasionally with pleasant surprises—for instance, he gained the loyalty of a warrior named Xun Fei, a fifty Mountain Lord.

His tribe was a major one, yet still dwarfed by a deity; thus, he followed the rules and joined the realm of Chijin.

For these warriors, Li Yi planned to assign Dao masters to instruct them for a time before deploying them.

After all, they must first learn basic spells and cultivation.

Relying solely on brute strength was too disadvantageous in battle—even learning the Fist Arts of the Four Seas and Eight Zones could vastly increase the power of these primitive, muscle-bound men.

In less than ten days, Li Yi had gathered dozens of powerful warriors.

“If only a hundred Mountain Lords would pledge loyalty to me,” he mused, acknowledging the power of a Hundred Mountain Lord.

But Hundred Mountain Lords rarely pledged to a deity, for they themselves possessed the potential to become deities.