Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Silence returned to the main hall, with only the Meteor King sitting alone in the VIP seat.

The enormous vertical eye slowly turned, gazing in the direction where the Corpse Dog King had left. A barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed deep within its pupils: "A bunch of lowly mortals who can't even touch the source essence dare to negotiate with me."

It muttered to itself, its tone full of disdain: "Once I kill that human brat, I'll slaughter all of you bastards as well, and this area will fall under the control of my One-Eyed Clan."

It raised its hand.

The Thunder Eye that was floating beside it slowly drifted into its palm.

On the dark purple surface of the eyeball, the black lightning bolt pulsed more and more wildly, emitting a faint rumble of thunder.

Just as the Meteor King was plotting how to devour both the Corpse Dog Clan and the Human Clan.

It had no idea that, in the shadows of the great hall, two pairs of eyes were coldly watching everything.

Mo Yuan and Quan Huang Wang were standing in the shadowy corner outside the side door of the main hall, displaying the utmost loyalty of the Corpse Dog Clan.

"interesting."

Mo Yuan licked his chapped lips, a morbid excitement surging in his deep red vertical pupils. "The king of the One-Eyed Clan, a ninth-tier magic weapon... what an incredible surprise."

A hideous smile appeared on Inu-Oh's ferocious dog face:

"Should we pass this message on to the master?"

"No rush."

Mo Yuan waved his hand, his voice extremely low, "After we finish the Bone-Eating Ceremony tomorrow and take down all seven kings of the Corpse Dog Clan, we'll present the news about this one-eyed beast to our master as well."

"The corpse of a Saint Blood King, plus a ninth-tier magic weapon, will surely please the master."

He turned around, his hunched figure casting a twisted shadow in the eerie green firelight of the royal court, and a hoarse chuckle slowly drifted through the deathly silent corridor.

……

The Black Tooth Altar is located deep within a natural dead land, three hundred miles north of the Corpse Dog King's Court.

It was a circular altar made of countless black animal bones.

Its diameter exceeds one hundred feet.

The altar was covered with densely packed totem patterns, which glowed eerily under the light of the ghostly green flames.

In the very center of the altar stood a giant bone, ten feet tall.

Those are the remains of the ancestors of the Corpse Dog Clan.

It is said that the ancestor of the Corpse Dog Clan was an ancient dog king who broke through to the ninth rank. After his death, he sealed his life's cultivation in this skeleton.

Every ten years.

The royal bloodline of the Corpse Dog Clan will gather here.

Through the bone-eating ritual, one draws power from the remains of ancestors to maintain the purity of one's royal bloodline.

Without the blessing of the Bone-Eating Ritual, the royal bloodline of the Corpse Dog Clan will decline within three generations.

They have completely lost the right to rule over their ethnic groups.

therefore.

The bone-eating ritual is not merely a sacrifice, but also the lifeblood of the Corpse Dog royal family's rule.

At this moment, the altar was already filled with the core members of the Corpse Dog Clan.

The kings of the seven tribes stood around the giant bone, dressed in dark red sacrificial robes, surrounded by a thick aura of corpse poison.

Outside the altar stood dozens of direct descendants of the Corpse Dog royal family.

There are both old and young people.

They are all future successors of their respective tribes.

At the very center, the current Corpse Dog King, Red Bone King, knelt on both knees, facing the remains of his ancestors, chanting an ancient bloodline prayer.

The eerie green flames burned fiercely on the bone pillars surrounding the altar, casting a ghostly glow over the entire Black Tooth Altar.

"The bone-eating ritual begins!"

The Red Bone King's voice was deep and resonant.

The dark red patterns on the surface of the altar suddenly lit up, and a powerful and ancient aura emanated from the depths of the giant bone, enveloping the entire altar.

Mo Yuan stood among the kings of the seven major tribes.

It wore a dark red priestly robe, no different from any other king, and its hunched body appeared somewhat frail in the eerie green firelight.

That old face covered in wrinkles.

A pair of deep red vertical pupils calmly gazed at the giant bone in the center of the altar, but a trace of indifference, imperceptible to others, surged deep within his eyes.

Standing beside it is Inu no Kōō.

Dog King was much more robust than Mo Yuan, and his dark gray fur gleamed with a metallic sheen in the firelight.

The rules of the bone-eating ritual are extremely strict.

The order in which the ancestral remains bestow blessings is always: first the current Corpse Dog King, then the kings of the seven tribes, and finally the royal cubs.

Because power is transmitted from top to bottom.

After each layer is absorbed, the power left for the next layer will decrease by a fraction.

The youngest of the royal cubs might not even get a scrap of food.

This seemingly fair order.

In reality, they firmly locked power in the hands of the Corpse Dog King and the kings of the seven tribes.

But today.

This rule is about to be completely broken.

The light emanating from the giant bone grew ever brighter. The Crimson Bone King slowly rose, extended its sharp claws, and began to claw at the surface of the giant bone.

The bone-devouring ritual has officially begun. Once it pries off a small piece of bone from its ancestor's remains and swallows it, the ritual will complete its first round of blessing. The power of the ancestor will once again cleanse its bloodline and solidify its foundation in ruling the Corpse Dog Clan.

However, just as its claws were about to touch the giant bone, a hoarse, cold laugh suddenly came from behind it.

"Red Bone, have you forgotten something?"

The Crimson Bone King froze abruptly. It slowly turned its head, its deep red vertical pupils swirling with an unbelievable rage.

The seven tribal kings turned around simultaneously, and dozens of pairs of eyes locked onto the figure who had spoken.

Mo Yuan.

It stood at the edge of the altar, its hunched body still hunched, but now, on its wrinkled old face, hung a smile that was unfamiliar to all the kings of the Corpse Dog Clan.

"Mo Yuan?!"

The Crimson Bone King's voice suddenly rose: "You, a traitor who has been stripped of your honors, was allowed to participate in the Bone-Eating Ritual only because of your merit in bringing back intelligence about the human race. How dare you act so presumptuously on the altar?!"

Mo Yuan did not answer; it simply straightened its body slowly.

The spine, which had been hunched over for decades, suddenly straightened up at this moment, as if it had broken free from some kind of shackle that had bound it for most of its life.

A powerful aura, so immense that it made the entire altar tremble, erupted from its seemingly withered body.

Silvery-white starlight suddenly burst forth around it.

The kings of the Corpse Dog Clan suddenly contracted their pupils.

They had never seen this power in any of their kind.

That was a power that was in no way inferior to that of the Corpse Dog Clan.

Pure and vast!

"This is the power bestowed upon me by my master."

Mo Yuan's voice was no longer hoarse, but instead carried an almost manic excitement: "Chi Gu, you defeated me in the Bone-Eating Ceremony back then, took away the throne that should have belonged to me, branded me a traitor, and forced me to eke out a living in the heart of the human race for a full fifty years."

"Fifty years."

"Do you know how I've survived these past fifty years?"

It took a step forward, causing the entire altar to tremble violently, and the light on the giant bone dimmed slightly.

"Today, the principal and interest should be paid back."