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MARTIAL PEAK 5626

The Human Race had the saying of returning to their homeland, describing how a wandering child had obtained a great honor and returned home in glory, bringing glory to their family.

The return of the Black Ink Clan to their homeland had nothing to do with bringing glory to their family, only something similar to the Human Race.

To the Human Race, their homeland was their hometown, but to the Black Ink Clan, the Ink Nest was their homeland, because every Black Ink Clan was born from the Ink Nest.

The so-called fusion was both a form of punishment and a form of glory for the Black Ink Clan, and it was something that only a strong master at the Territory Lord level could achieve.

Strictly speaking, Fusion was a Secret Technique, a Secret Technique that only the Black Ink Clan's Territory Lord could use.

If you wanted to use this technique, you would need a Royal Lord-level Ink Nest.

When a Territory Lord entered the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest, they would use the Fusion Technique to completely merge their bodies with the Ink Nest. It was extremely simple to use, and it could be said that any Territory Lord could easily use this Secret Technique. However, since ancient times, no one in the Black Ink Clan had ever used the Fusion Technique.

Because if they were to merge with the Ink Nest, it was highly likely that they would be completely devoured by it and disappear.

On the Black Ink Clan's side, although there were many Territory Lords, they were all pillars of strength in various battlefields, so how could they be so easily sacrificed?

Correspondingly, the greater the risk, the greater the harvest.

If a Territory Lord who had used the Fusion Technique was able to resist the devouring of the Ink Nest and instead swallow the entire Ink Nest, it would bring about a world-shaking change to his body.

To be honest, the Territory Lord who used the Fusion Technique and Ink Nest were mutually devouring each other. The two would not coexist, only one of them would remain.

Since the birth of an Innate Territory Lord, their strength had been fixed, and it was impossible for them to improve any further.

However, this was not absolute. Ordinary cultivation had no meaning to these Innate Territory Lords, but the Fusion Technique could greatly enhance their strength, even if this opportunity was not high.

After all, from a fundamental point of view, all of the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest come from the Source Strength of Black Ink, and all the Black Ink Clan could be regarded as Black Ink's creation. If the Black Ink Clan swallowed a small amount of Black Ink's Source Strength, they would naturally obtain unimaginable benefits.

With the help of the Fusion Technique, the Black Ink Clan's Innate Territory Lord would have the hope of becoming a Royal Lord, but compared to the other Royal Lord, they could only be regarded as Pseudo-Royal Lord.

The cost of using this technique was too great. Not to mention how many Territory Lords there were who could succeed, even if they succeeded, the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest was destined to be destroyed. A single Royal Lord-level Ink Nest was related to hundreds of Territory Lord-level Ink Nest, and tens of thousands of Feudal Lord-level Ink Nest. Making it difficult for a hundred or so of them to succeed.

Back then, how many Royal Lord-level Ink Nest were destroyed by Yang Kai in the No-Return Pass? Causing the Black Ink Clan to feel distressed for many years, and it also ruined the hard work of the Black Ink Clan in some Great Domains. If possible, they are not willing to destroy the Ink Nest.

As a result, none of the Black Ink Clan's Territory Lords had ever used this technique, and the Human Race had fought with them for countless years, but they knew nothing about it.

If it weren't for the fact that they wanted to deal with Yang Kai, the Black Ink Clan's Royal Lord wouldn't have been so ruthless as to kill this Human Race's Killing Star, almost becoming a thorn in the side of the Black Ink Clan's grand scheme. As long as this thorn was removed, the situation between the Human Race and Black Ink Clan would undergo a great change. At the very least, the Black Ink Clan would no longer need to abide by the so-called agreement between the two races.

It was naturally for the best if those two Innate Territory Territory Lords succeeded. Even if they didn't, it didn't matter. Their failure would only give future generations a chance to improve.

The more Territory Lords failed in the beginning of the integration, the higher the success rate of using the Fusion Technique would be in the future. So, as long as one was willing to sacrifice themselves, one day someone would succeed.

As for what the probability of this happening was, the Black Ink Clan didn't know, because since ancient times, no Territory Lord had taken the initiative to use it. Only the Royal Lord had a vague guess that it was about five to ten percent.

In other words, even if everything went smoothly and more than a dozen Territory Lords were sacrificed, and there was still a chance that a Pseudo-Royal Lord would be born. This was not even counting the losses caused by the destruction of the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest.

The price they had to pay was too great, but their harvests weren't too great. How could the Black Ink Clan normally make such a loss?

However, if they wanted to deal with Yang Kai, it was no longer safe for a Territory Lord to act, so they needed the Royal Lord to act. However, the Black Ink Clan only had one Royal Lord now, so how could he simply leave?

This Royal Lord remembered that more than a thousand years ago, a snow-white dragon that was more than ten thousand zhang long had broke into the No-Return Pass. According to the information obtained by the Black Ink Clan, this dragon was the Divine Dragon of the Dragon Clan and was even stronger than an ordinary Ninth Order Human Race!

Fortunately, the white Divine Dragon did not attack the No-Return Pass. It was as if he was just passing by, directly diving into the depths of the Ink Battlefield and still hadn't returned.

Facing such a powerful enemy, the Black Ink Clan didn't dare not take precautions!

The Pseudo-Royal Lord was also the Royal Lord!

This time, no matter what price they had to pay, they had to kill Yang Kai in the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land.

Qing Fu and Mu Yu, the two Territory Lords, were disheartened as they retreated. Although they were unwilling to die like this, the inferior Black Ink Clan masters had a natural sense of obedience to their superior. Since the Royal Lord had given the order, they could only obey.

After finding a Royal Lord-level Ink Nest, the two Innate Territory Lords glanced at each other and saw the despair and bad luck in each other's eyes. Smiling bitterly, they walked into the Ink Nest together.

Arriving at the deepest part of the Ink Nest, the two Territory Lords sat down cross-legged and began executing the Fusion Technique.

In an instant, the Ink Nest's flesh walls began to wriggle and the two Territory Lords slowly sank down, as if they were trapped in a swamp.

Not long after, their figures completely disappeared and were swallowed up by the Ink Nest. Only their auras remained inside the Ink Nest to resist this counterattack.

As time passed, the auras of the two Territory Lords became weaker before finally disappearing.

Inside the hall, the Royal Lord and the other Territory Lords were investigating the situation here. After confirming that their auras had disappeared, many of the Innate Territory Lords sighed. The Fusion Technique was indeed not so easy to achieve.

However, their sacrifices were destined to not be in vain. Above them, the Royal Lord asked in a low voice, "Are any of you willing to return to the Ink Nest?" This question seemed to be asking who else was willing to die.

After witnessing the fate of Qing Fu and Mu Yu, how could the many Innate Territory Lords below be willing to take the initiative? Therefore, after the Royal Lord asked this question, all of them fell silent.

After a long time, one of the Territory Lords stepped forward and said, "Sir, I am willing to go!"

Among the silent crowd, this Territory Lord appeared somewhat unconventional, with many pairs of eyes staring at him with various expressions.

Above them, the Black Ink Clan's Royal Lord couldn't help showing a gratified expression. Although most of the Black Ink Clan's masters were afraid of death, there were still some who were willing to sacrifice themselves for the great cause of the Black Ink Clan.

The Royal Lord nodded, "Since that's the case, Di Wu will go."

"Yes!" Di Wu cupped his fists.

"Are there anyone else?" The Royal Lord turned his head around and saw that no one was responding, so he couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed and bluntly called out the names of a few Territory Lords.

The Territory Lords' faces immediately became ashen as they struggled to get out.

When the other Territory Lords saw this, after a brief comparison, they suddenly realized that these Territory Lords were all people who had once fought against the Human Race masters. Sometimes, their foolish decisions had sacrificed a great advantage for the Black Ink Clan, so it seemed that the Royal Lord's choice wasn't random. This made the other Territory Lords feel relieved.

"Di Wu, stay behind. The rest of you can go. Black Ink is with you, Black Ink will live forever!"

Even though the Territory Lords who had been pointed out were in a strange mood, they couldn't help wearing solemn expressions, "Black Ink Will Never Die!"

Turning around, they walked out.

A moment later, the auras of the Innate Territory Lords disappeared into the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest. Obviously, all of them had failed, but although they had failed, the auras had lasted longer, meaning that the Fusion Technique was getting closer to success.

For a time, many of the Innate Territory Lords who had remained behind were tempted.

Innate Territory Lord was indeed powerful, and even an average Eighth Order Human Race master would find it difficult to defeat them, but it was a pity that their strength was fixed and unable to improve.

In this current situation, an Innate Territory Lord could still occupy a position in the war, but in the future, when the two races decided to fight, under the great calamity, the number of Royal Lords and Ninth Order shouldn't be too low. At that time, what could an Innate Territory Lord do? When the crisis arrived, it would be difficult to protect themselves.

They also wanted to obtain greater strength and become a Royal Lord, even if it was just a Pseudo-Royal Lord!

From the beginning to the end, six Territory Lords had already merged into the Ink Nest, and the success rate of those who came after them had become higher. Perhaps one of them would be able to devour the Ink Nest and break through the shackles of Innate Territory Lord, allowing them to transcend their own limits.

It was precisely because they were afraid of death that they were even more desperate for power. If the Innate Territory Lords had been so afraid of the Fusion Technique just now, they were now looking forward to it.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Royal Lord asked again, "Who else is willing to go?" Seven or eight Territory Lords suddenly stood up.

It was far more positive than before.

How could the Royal Lord not know what they were thinking? However, he still nodded slightly with a gratified look on his face, but this time he didn't ask these Territory Lords to move out together. If he had been building a foundation before, now that the foundation had been laid out, it needs to be harvested carefully.

Under the orders of the Royal Lord, the first Territory Lord left and entered the Ink Nest to perform the Fusion Technique. Half a day later, his aura disappeared.

Next was the second Territory Lord, the third…

Each Territory Lord could last much longer than before, and their chances of success were also increasing.

When the thirteenth Territory Lord left and never returned, the Territory Lords below all stared at the Royal Lord with fervent eyes! Anyone could see that success was about to arrive. Perhaps it would be the next, or perhaps the next…

However, without the Royal Lord's permission, no one dared to act rashly. The Territory Lords who had just announced their names all stared at the Royal Lord in anticipation.

TO BE CONTINUED