C15 Black Mountain Range

Watching the clan members bustling with activity, each face brimming with hope for the future, Qingyou couldn't help but feel a profound joy.

This prosperity was a gift from the God of Flames, and Qingyou's eagerness to give thanks was no less fervent than that of the Spirit Cat Clan Leader.

"Mother, I share the same thoughts," Qingyou said, nodding in agreement.

"With our bountiful harvest, we'll surely have more food than we can consume. Why not turn the surplus into wine? It's not only easier to store, but we can also trade it with other tribes or use it to forge alliances," suggested the seasoned Spirit Cat Clan Leader, presenting her idea without hesitation.

"Excellent. I've sent scouts to survey the land. We're in a mountainous region with few Demonic Beasts and no other tribes nearby. We can fortify our forces and stockpile provisions here before making further plans," Qingyou concurred.

"I'll seek the God of Flames' blessing in the Holy Hall before we proceed."

With that, Qingyou entered the Holy Hall alone, knelt before the flame totem, and began her prayers.

Lin Mo, upon hearing her prayers, approved of the strategy.

The Spirit Cat Clan, with its limited population and combat capabilities, couldn't realistically conquer other tribes any time soon. Moreover, the human expedition that had previously captured members of the Spirit Cat Clan had been wiped out. They wouldn't let that slide, and Lin Mo knew he had to address this threat. He couldn't risk his newly acquired devoted followers being decimated so soon.

"Agreed," came Lin Mo's swift response.

With the deity's consent, Qingyou joyfully set about organizing the Spirit Cat Clan's domestic affairs alongside the Clan Leader.

Before they knew it, a month had passed.

Under Qingyou's leadership, the Spirit Cat Clan thrived, while Lin Mo seized the chance to familiarize himself with the area.

This was the northern expanse of Chaosland, a wild territory inhabited by Beastmen. The human domains lay to the south, in the continent's fertile and temperate regions, separated by the lengthy Black Mountain Range—a place rumored to be home to the Demon Clan.

For a millennium, the Beastmen had remained unseen, never venturing into this mountain range by their own volition. Meanwhile, humans had often sought to encroach upon these untamed lands, such as the Bernard Empire's expedition team that had ensnared the Spirit Cat Clan.

Now, Lin Mo stood at the precipice of the Black Mountain Range, lost in the vast expanse of the primeval forest before him. Over the past month, he had eradicated every Demonic Beast near the Spirit Cat Clan, significantly advancing his level in the process.

He accessed his attribute panel to review his current stats:

[Host Name: Lin Mo

Rank: Level 5 Fire King

Flame Points: 50 million

Flame Consumption Rate: 10 points per second

Special Resistance: 50% Water Resistance

Maximum Temperature: 2600 degrees

Evolution Efficiency: 10,000%

Skills: Compressed Flame Lv. 2, Brutal Burn Lv. 2, Meteoric Descent Lv. 2]

[Title: God of Flames

Followers: 432

Saintess: Qingyou (Spirit Cat Clan)

Temples: 1

Faith Power: 1532

Skill Points: 1

Storage Space Utilization: 0]

Relying solely on incinerating Demonic Beasts and other creatures was no longer sufficient for leveling up. To ascend beyond the Fire King rank, Lin Mo knew he needed to seek new opportunities.

Fortunately, there was always a maiden from the Spirit Cat Clan praying in their Holy Hall. Should he encounter any insurmountable foe, he could instantly retreat to the safety of the Spirit Cat Clan's Holy Hall via the Fire Totem.

After a moment's contemplation, Lin Mo decisively ventured into the heart of the Black Mountain Range.