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Ye Zhen knew exactly what the Great Elder of the Ghost Tiger Tribe was thinking.

Ye Zhen simply didn't care.

Just as the Grand Elder wanted to plan the scheme in more detail...

A mysterious voice echoed in the Grand Elder's mind.

"Ghost Sin, how are the offerings being prepared?"

The large tiger shuddered, its expression changing.

Because the voice in my mind was that of the priest.

"Priest, the offerings are ready."

"It's a high-grade fourth-tier offering, which will definitely satisfy the guardian deity," Elder Guizui replied to the priest in his mind.

"Hmm." The priest's voice disappeared again after a brief, dismissive reply.

Ye Zhen then asked, "Which priest contacted you just now?"

The First Elder, Gui Zui, asked with slight surprise, "How did you know?"

"Hurry up and call him over." Ye Zhen was already getting impatient.

Ye Zhen wanted to see what this so-called priest was really like.

The Ghost Tiger tribe was now in ruins.

After several rounds of fierce battles, the Ghost Tiger tribe was filled with fear and unease.

When did they encounter something like this?
Their tribe was directly invaded, and even the elders perished.

Such things only happened during tribal wars back then.

Even in ordinary clan wars, elders don't easily fall.

But now they are being beaten so badly by an outsider that they are completely powerless to resist.

A person wearing a primitive wooden mask appeared in the sky above the Ghost Tiger tribe.

He arrived stepping through the void, his wooden mask concealing a pair of emotionless vertical pupils that looked down upon the world like a god.

It's as if they don't belong in the whole world.

The masked priest walked into the Ghost Tiger tribe.

He saw where the Grand Elder was.

They descended from the sky to the sanctuary.

The First Elder and the Third Elder knelt on one knee on the ground, saying, "Welcome the priest."

"Ghost Sin, where's the sacrifice you promised?" The priest tilted his head slightly, completely disregarding the two of them.

In the priest's eyes, so what if they are elders? They are just consumables that can be used.

If this sacrifice is successful.

Then he will be able to grasp a trace of the rules.

Once you comprehend the power of the rules, you can become a high priest!
The difference between a priest and a high priest is only one word, but the implications are worlds apart.

The elder smiled knowingly. "You see, High Priest."

Ye Zhen's figure slowly came into view from the side.

When the priest wearing the wooden mask saw Ye Zhen, his domineering gaze was undisguised.

"Ghostly Sin, are you courting death?"

"Trying to fool me with a vagrant?" The priest's tone was starting to change.

I originally thought that I had come here early this time because there were some special offerings.

I didn't expect him to be a homeless person?
The masked priest looked at the demon beside him, his anger rising.

Ye Zhen finally got to know what a priest was like.

"Are you the tribe's priest?" Ye Zhen could sense a power emanating from him that concealed his aura.

"Disqualify." Ye Zhen pointed directly at the priest.

The priest's mask cracked with a crisp sound. *Crack*.

The priest was thrown backward dozens of kilometers in terror.

"My mask has shattered."

"This is a real foreign object!" The priest knew that the mask he was wearing was no ordinary thing.

Although this thing has different names, the People's Union calls it a weapon of civilization.

However, people from much earlier times referred to these items with special abilities as strange objects or exotic objects.

This term has been used for a long time, and in some eras, such things were even called containment objects.

In any case, these things were never meant to exist in this world.

It belongs to something that is above this world dimension and possesses various special abilities.

The mask on the priest's face can also be considered a kind of civilized weapon.

However, this mask is not a complete artifact; it can only be considered a part of an artifact.

Because the priests of the Ghost Tiger tribe wear hundreds or even thousands of masks.

Basically, every priest in every tribe has an identical mask.

This originates from a wondrous object called the Mask of All Things.

By wearing the Mask of All-Encompassing Holy Spirits, one can gain the ability to conceal one's existence and hide one's aura.

You can also obtain a portion of your own power from it.

The priest was able to communicate with the tribe's guardian deity precisely because of the existence of the Mask of All Things.

It could be said that their priesthood depended entirely on the masks on their faces.

But now the mask on his face has broken, which is a rare find!
It's astonishing that it could destroy a strange object, even if it was only a part of it.

"Who exactly is he?" The priest's face was filled with fear beneath his cracked mask.

"Could he be a Ruler?" The priest was shocked, for only a Ruler could possess such power.

But why would a rule-maker appear in such a small tribe?

This shouldn't be!
The priest, still shaken by the shattered mask, said, "No, this must be reported."

"Where do you want to go?" Ye Zhen's figure had appeared behind the priest at some point.

"You..." The priest's shock was barely concealed beneath the shattered mask.

Because he had never seen anyone below the fifth rank who could comprehend the rules!

The priest instinctively thought of running away, but his intuition told him that if he ran away again, he would die on the spot.

"My lord." The priest, wearing a shattered mask, immediately changed his tune.

"May I ask which god you serve as the rule-maker?"

"What rules did you just mention?" Ye Zhen asked calmly, but in the priest's eyes, every move Ye Zhen made was unfathomable.

But how could such a powerful being, capable of wielding the power of rules, not know what a rule user is?
The priest thought the other party was joking, but then he saw Ye Zhen's serious expression.

He really didn't know? The priest found this utterly absurd.

"Is this the kind of power you're talking about?" A trace of the power of the rules of death appeared on Ye Zhen's fingertips.

The priest's face showed a mixture of fascination and deep fear.

"Rules Master, this is the power of the rules!" the priest explained from the side. "Those who can grasp and comprehend the rules are Rules Masters."

Ye Zhen seemed to have grasped something; rules can be said to be the underlying logic of how the entire world operates.

Just like the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers, they all operate according to certain laws.

Those who can glean certain rules from these rules are called rule makers.

For example, Ye Zhen comprehended a trace of the power of the rules of death from the power of the Ghost Tiger Tribe.

It's like a mechanism that can erase or strip away a part of someone else. (End of Chapter)