Mystery Descends: My Exchanges Are Not Equal

On the other side, Wang Teng followed the siblings Qian Ling Dou as they headed to their tribe.

Along the way, with some casual conversation, Wang Teng learned more about the situation.

It turned out that every thousand years, a War of Ten Thousand Realms would occur.

Many races were directly annihilated in the War of Ten Thousand Realms.

Some races were defeated but fortunately had some survivors.

The defeat in the War of Ten Thousand Realms comes with a punishment, and the means of punishment vary.

For example, the Qian Ling Dou clan, they came from a Middle Thousand World called the Dou Shen Continent.

At that time, ten billion of them mysteriously descended into the world instance.

However, after the War of Ten Thousand Realms, almost everyone perished, leaving less than a million survivors, who were then scattered by a mysterious power across various Great Worlds to endure a thousand-year punishment.

A total of over ten thousand were allocated to this Great World.

But after a thousand years, only about three hundred clansmen have survived.

The Qian Race has suffered so gravely because they were abandoned and cursed by the Great World.

Firstly, the descendants of the Qian Race no longer have the ability to awaken Talents, nor can they cultivate Martial Techniques.

Most terrifyingly, they are not recognized by the Great World; their Level can only rise to 15 at most.

In this crisis-ridden Great World, where fierce beasts prevail, the lowest possess Heroic Level combat power.

The fierce beasts surrounding their tribe generally have strength above Grandmaster Level.

If the Qian Race wishes to survive, they must hunt these fierce beasts and survive on beast meat.

But without Talents and Skills, unable to surpass Level 15, how could they deal with so many fierce beasts?

Therefore, their survival environment is extremely harsh.

Especially after the death of the first-generation ancestors, there were no strong individuals left in the tribe, and strength declined with each generation.

Their living conditions have become increasingly difficult.

Every year, many clansmen tragically die at the mouths of fierce beasts.

For instance, this time, the siblings Qian Ling Dou were part of an eleven-member hunting party, but they were brutally massacred when they encountered a group of Lightning Rabbits on the way.

In the end, only the siblings Qian Ling Dou survived, fortunately meeting Wang Teng, and thereby staying alive.

Due to such cycles, the Qian Race dwindled, now with only over three hundred people remaining.

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng sighed with emotion.

He suddenly thought, if the Hua Country people were to suffer such a tragic defeat in the War of Ten Thousand Realms, their fate might be even worse.

After all, the Fertile Continent is merely a Small Thousand World; its Innate Qualities are certainly inferior to a Middle Thousand World.

Like the Qian Race, from a Middle Thousand World, but under a millennium of punishment, they are almost extinct.

If the Hua Country people faced such a millennium punishment, would there still be descendants?

Thinking of this, Wang Teng felt a sense of urgency.

He absolutely could not allow the Hua Country people to fall to that extent, and it was also for his own sake.

Thus, he must accelerate the grand plan for the elevation of the Celestial Court.

That being said, he also discovered an interesting piece of information.

The Fertile Continent is a Small Thousand World, and a hundred billion people descended into the world instance.

The Qian Race came from a Middle Thousand World, where a billion people descended into the world instance.

Would it be that only a hundred million people descend from the Great Thousand Worlds?

After all, Wang Teng, after descending, found that the rules here are exceedingly fair.

The stronger one's basic Innate Qualities, the fewer people should descend.

Otherwise, with the strength of the Small Thousand Worlds, they could not possibly compete with the Great Thousand Worlds.

Of course, all of this was just his speculation.

Speaking of which, the Fertile Continent's population has only recently exceeded a hundred billion.

Wang Teng even suspected that the Fertile Continent had long been watched by mysterious forces, just waiting for the population to reach the hundred billion mark, then begin letting everyone descend into various world instances.

Thus, with all these thoughts, Wang Teng and the group of three chatted as they headed towards the gathering place of the Qian Race.

Time passed quickly, and Wang Teng and the three finally arrived at the location.

It was a ruined village.

The village was established within a mountain valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a small path leading in, making it quite hidden.

Upon entering, Wang Teng saw dozens of roughly constructed houses made from stones, earth, and wood, with thatched roofs.

A large wooden fence surrounded the village.

Upon returning to the village, news of the hunting party's near-extermination quickly spread.

The whole tribe was enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere.

But soon after, once they learned of Wang Teng's origin, they grew immensely excited.

At this moment, Wang Teng was surrounded by the Qian Race, layer upon layer.

The tribesmen were all emotionally charged, as if seeing a savior.

They had waited for a thousand years indeed!

At last, a new Challenger of Ten Thousand Realms has appeared.

Their race can finally be saved!

In the crowd, an elderly man with snow-white hair trembled, warmly receiving Wang Teng.

Only then did Wang Teng know, this elder was the grandfather of the siblings Qian Ling Dou, the clan leader of the Qian Race, Qian Xunji.

"Lord Wang Teng, thank you for saving my grandchildren."

Qian Xunji's face was full of wrinkles, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Wang Teng smiled slightly: "Clan leader, you're too kind. As a fellow Human Race, it's only natural I couldn't stand by indifferently."

Qian Xunji nodded repeatedly: "Your sense of justice is admirable, my lord."

"Grandpa, Lord Wang Teng is the newly descended Challenger of Ten Thousand Realms; you must ask him to save us!"

Beside him, Qian Ling Dou was somewhat impatient.

"Indeed! Clan leader, please ask Lord Wang Teng to save our people!"

"Yes~! Clan Leader, please speak up!"

The surrounding tribe members all showed anxious expressions.

It's no wonder they were anxious; everyone already knew that Wang Teng is the recently arrived Challenger of Ten Thousand Realms.

According to the tribe's rules, a new player challenger can save their tribe. Why was the Clan Leader still reluctant to mention this matter?

To be honest, these people didn't know what they needed to do to be saved.

This method has been passed down from generation to generation, and only the Clan Leader has the qualification to know it.

Seeing the anxiety in everyone's eyes, Wang Teng was also quite curious.

At this moment, Clan Leader Qian Xunji glanced around and then sighed, "At this point, I should tell everyone the method to save our tribe."

"Previously, to reassure everyone, I only told you that as long as a new Challenger of Ten Thousand Realms appears, if we encounter any one of them, we can attain redemption."

"In reality, the situation isn't like that. Not every Challenger of Ten Thousand Realms has the qualification to save us."

"Only a very few among those challengers have this qualification. According to tribe records, even among ten million people, one may not appear."

As soon as these words fell, the whole room was in an uproar.

All the tribe members began to panic.

Previously, they believed that as long as they encountered one Challenger of Ten Thousand Realms, their tribe would be saved.

Unexpectedly, there was an even higher requirement.

Even more terrifying is that this qualification is so rare that it might not appear among ten million people.

"Grandfather, can you check if Lord Wang Teng has this qualification?"

Qian Ling Dou hurriedly asked.

Everyone also looked nervously at Qian Xunji.

A wait of a thousand years!

Will it all end in vain?

"This..."

Qian Xunji looked at Wang Teng, his lips trembling, seemingly not knowing how to word it.

To be honest, he couldn't tell either, but he had a way to verify.

Wang Teng smiled faintly, seeing Qian Xunji's difficulty: "Clan Leader, just speak plainly. Exactly what are the requirements?"

Seeing this, Qian Xunji finally said, "Lord Wang Teng, then let me put it plainly. Only challengers with the 'Realm Master' identity and the 'War God' title have the qualification to save us!"

Saying this, he sighed, "Lord Wang Teng, I know this requirement is somewhat excessive. From the information passed down orally from my ancestors, those who can create a New World with their own power are one in millions of strong individuals."

"And among these strong individuals, those who can obtain the 'War God' title within seven days are even rarer."

"Once the seven days pass, even if the Reputation Value meets the criteria, the 'War God' title will no longer be conferred."

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng immediately understood.

It turned out that the titles like War King, War Emperor, and War God must reach the criteria within seven days to obtain the title.

After seven days, even if one's combat power and reputation meet the criteria, the title will not be conferred.

Without the title, naturally, there would be no world blessing rewards.

Thinking of this, Wang Teng was secretly delighted.

It seems not everyone has the chance to receive title rewards.

Some things, once missed, are lost forever.

This gave him a great innate combat power advantage!

At this moment, Qian Xunji spoke again, "From the information passed down by our ancestors, it is known that those who become War Gods within seven days are extremely rare, and even among ten million people, one might hardly appear. If I'm not mistaken, Lord Wang Teng, you've been in the world sub-dungeon for seven days now!"

In fact, the standard Qian Xunji spoke of is the Middle Thousand World standard.

When converted to the Small Thousand World, the probability needs to be multiplied by ten.

At that moment, the Clan Leader's words immediately dropped everyone's excited mood to the bottom.

"My God~! These conditions are too harsh!"

"Yes~! How could such a probability happen!"

"Indeed~! It's the last day. Can Lord Wang Teng be the War God?"

"This...hmm!"

Everyone was in a panic.

A probability of one in ten million is simply too low.

They couldn't believe their tribe's luck would be so good as to encounter such a peerless powerhouse.

Qian Xunji also had a bitter smile on his face: "Lord Wang Teng, it's not that I'm demanding too much, it's the mysterious laws limiting it. Even if I wish to request you, I'm afraid it would be...sigh!"

Qian Xunji sighed helplessly.

Clearly, he also didn't believe that Wang Teng would be that one-in-a-billion War God.

After all, the conditions were too harsh.

Seeing everyone's pessimistic expressions, Wang Teng smiled faintly, "Clan Leader, the person you're looking for is me!"

Qian Xunji was stunned: "Lord Wang Teng, could it be that you are already a War God?"

"See~!"

Wang Teng flipped his palm.

"Buzz~!"

The next second, a light curtain projection rose from his palm.

[Name: Wang Teng]

[Title: Celestial War God]

[Identity: Celestial Court Master]

"War...War God! You really are a War God!"

"Boom~!"

With these words, the whole place was shocked.

The next second, deafening cheers erupted from the entire scene...