The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

The voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The dragon’s body spiraled in the sky, amidst sparkling brilliance, swiftly transforming, changing into the initial humanoid form, runes flickering, in the midst of transformation, the pressure continued, waves of air swept around, and the immense dust below was completely lifted, leaving it clear. Under the dust, a huge pit was revealed, yet it was empty inside.

Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit.

After Qin Jin’s first move while riding the Abyssal Dragon, it was completely obliterated, with no remains left.

The moment the Golden Body was shattered by power, the outcome was already destined.

Amidst the spreading oppression, the pressure emitted by the Abyssal Dragon, coupled with Spiritual Power, formed a peculiar suppression, sweeping in all directions, leaving no one daring to move.

Qin Jin’s gaze swept across.

In the direction of the Tu Yang Tribe, faces were filled with shock and excitement, with all eyes focused on only two places: one, the Sheep Sacrificial Spirit lying weakly on the ground, and the other, the Abyssal Dragon standing in the sky.

The world was silent, as countless gazes focused on the Abyssal Dragon descending, stepping onto the ground, with resonating footsteps echoing as it strode forward.

It reached the location of the Sheep Sacrificial Spirit.

Upon seeing this, clan members surrounding the Sheep Sacrificial Spirit quickly made way.

At this moment, the huge Unihorned Sheep was in an extremely weak state, lying on the ground, with a frail aura, covered with wounds. In the previous battle, its already aging body became riddled with scars.

Through brief sensing, Qin Jin confirmed its current state, describing it as a flickering candle in the wind was no exaggeration, and the reason this flickering candle existed was due to the Wish Power obtained from its clan members’ offerings, constantly sustaining itself and healing its wounds.

Glancing with a thoughtful look, at this moment, the Spiritual Power surged in Qin Jin’s Spirit Ruins, with two spectacles actively at play.

One was the character for "Tribulation" above the Thunder Marsh.

The other was the Black and White Divine Tree.

Spiritual Power surged, under Qin Jin’s control, the Abyssal Dragon raised its hand and lightly tapped above the Sheep Sacrificial Spirit, turning the Spiritual Power into pure white nectar, which rained down, falling onto Qi Mountain.

These were two [Techniques] containing vitality, means of creation.

The gentle power merged in, assisting Qi Mountain’s remaining Wish Power in repairing everything, temporarily stabilizing its aura. At a certain moment, its eyelids slightly trembled, slowly opening its eyes.

Within its eyes, the gaze was cloudy and dull, a testament to its age.

Upon opening its eyes, it immediately attempted to rise, legs supporting it, struggling to lift its body halfway, but as it was about to fall back to the ground, Spiritual Power surged, intercepting below, allowing it to land steadily.

Around, exclamations from the Tu Yang Clan People echoed.

Only then did Qi Mountain fully regain consciousness, its cloudy gaze shifted around, seeing the distant remnants of the battle, seeing the massive figure before it, and its voice was aged and weak: "Who are you?"

"Ashes."

Qin Jin replied concisely.

Upon hearing this name, Qi Mountain’s expression visibly wavered, its gaze extremely complex, looking at the appearance entirely different from when it first interacted with a part of it, thoughts swirling in its mind, and ultimately it spoke: "Thank you."

"No need."

Qin Jin’s voice was calm: "Since the Tu Yang Tribe intends to merge into my tribe, from now on... they are all members of my Sacrificial Fire Tribe. I will certainly take action."

"But you."

"Qi Mountain."

Qin Jin uttered the name: "You are near death."

Upon these words, a mood of sadness permeated the tribe.

"I know."

Qi Mountain’s tone was instead very calm: "When I visited other tribes back then, I knew I was going to die."

"Otherwise, I wouldn’t have hurriedly set them off."

Its gaze shifted, looking at the Tu Yang Clan People around with varied expressions.

"Ashes."

"From now on, they are members of the Sacrificial Fire Tribe, and the Tu Yang Tribe will cease to exist."

The sense of sorrow grew stronger.

Qin Jin gazed at Qi Mountain.

From the perspective of the Desolate Human Race, sacrificial spirits like Qi Mountain deserve the utmost respect, treating their clan members well, seeking a good path for the Tu Yang Tribe when facing its own end, and truly sacrificing everything for it.

Thoughts shifted in his mind, Qin Jin’s gaze swept, first landing on Ding Yang.

Perceiving Qin Jin’s gaze, Ding Yang did not hesitate, hurriedly saluting: "Lord Sacrificial Spirit."

Qin Jin’s gaze shifted again, looking at someone else.

Sheng Fang.

He stood beside Sheng Yi, upon sensing the gaze, masking his sadness, solemnly saluted: "Sheng Fang greets Lord Jin."

As the tribe’s leader, he knew well that this was the most critical period, and if his performance caused a barrier in the mind of the new Lord Sacrificial Spirit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Especially...

Given how powerful the new Lord Sacrificial Spirit was.

"I want to take it to a place."

Qin Jin’s tone was calm: "Ding Yang, coordinate with the tribe, clean up the aftermath."

"The Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit has been defeated, and the follow-up will be left to you."

Ding Yang did not ask, merely nodded: "I understand."

In Qin Jin’s plan, in the Sacrificial Fire Tribe’s development, he would gradually step behind the scenes, after all, he is a worshiped Sacrificial Spirit, not a tribal leader.

With the most powerful force resolved, cleaning up the aftermath would also be a trial for the Sacrificial Fire Tribe.

The newly formed tribe also needed some honing, enriching experiences to thoroughly consolidate its growth.

Turning his gaze back, Qin Jin looked at Sheng Fang: "Sheng Fang."

"You, coordinate with Ding Yang for the actions."

With a single command.

The Abyssal Dragon lifted its arm, using its finger as a pen, writing in the void, as Wish Power surged, inscribing a character for [Strength] in mid-air.

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