He took a cursory glance.
Taihao understood.
The entire population of the Houtu Tribe was probably here.
Billions of them.
The lowest cultivation level was a Magus King, comparable to a Golden Immortal.
It seemed that the Sorcerer Tribe had yet to find a new method of reproduction.
These Sorcerer Tribesmen were all created from the blood essence of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, so they had a strong innate foundation.
If this continued to develop.
It was impossible for the Sorcerer Tribe to completely exterminate the Demon Tribe.
They were both formed at the end of the immemorial era.
An entire tribulation, countless years.
Only a Sorcerer Tribe could grow to a population of billions.
And the demon race was worth more than trillions.
What was the use of having a high single-target combat ability?
In this day and age, conquering the world depended on numbers. Only with numbers could there be an endless supply of reserve troops.
Therefore, he had no choice.
It was inevitable that the human race would replace the Sorcerer and Demon tribes and become the main characters of the world.
Even a Heavenly Immortal demon would need tens of thousands of years to give birth to a child.
Further up, True Immortals lived for a million years and Mystic Immortals lived for tens of millions of years.
A Golden Immortal was worth 10,000 years.
As for Primordial Immortals and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, there was no need to mention them.
As for humans?
Those without cultivation only needed ten months to conceive.
It was more convenient for those with cultivation to give birth to offspring than the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes.
In just a few dozen Yuanhui, the human population would surpass the demon population.
Not to mention the Sorcerer Tribe.
There was one more important point.
The Voodoo Race's combat power was indeed high, but they were too backward in terms of civilization development.
It seemed to be stuck in the Stone Age.
In comparison.
The demons and all the races in the myriad worlds directly entered the higher dimensions.
Palace pavilions, waterside pavilions, singing platforms, which one was not stronger than the Sorcerer Tribe?
Technology was the number one productive force.
If they couldn't even improve their standard of living, how could the Sorcerer Tribe improve?
He couldn't withstand the attacks of those who had weapons in their hands.
No matter how powerful the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's bodies were, could they resist the supreme treasure?
Therefore, in the later generations, the demon race used their numerical advantage to suppress the witch race.
Under the slaughter, the Sorcerer Tribe became more and more barren.
As for the demons, they were getting stronger and stronger.
If not for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery holding on.
The war of attrition alone would drag the Sorcerer Tribe into the abyss.
"Hou Yi, what do you Shamans use to differentiate cultivation levels?”
As they walked, Taihao suddenly raised a question.
"Eh!"
"Human Emperor."
"The Voodoo Race can't cultivate our primordial spirits. We can only cultivate our physical bodies.”
"Therefore, our race has developed a set of combat strength rankings that belongs to us.”
"Imitating the levels of the Immortal Dao, they are Junior Wizard, Wizard Warrior, Wizard Soldier, Wizard General, Battle Wizard, Marquis Wizard, King Wizard, Senior Wizard, and Ancestral Wizard!”
Hou Yi was stunned for a moment before he immediately replied.
Taihao was deep in thought when he heard this.
This system was not a so-called cultivation level, but more like a ruling class.
The highest level could only be Ancestral Magus.
Regardless of whether he had broken through to the Primordial Chaos Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm or not, he was still an Ancestral Magus.
After all, the Sorcerer Tribe had not created a new cultivation path.
The physical body technique was also a part of Hongjun's immortal path.
As they spoke.
Hou Yi led Taihao into the tribe.
It had to be said.
As a Grand Wizard of the Wizard Tribe, Hou Yi was very famous.
Anyone he met would greet him.
"Hey! Xing Tian!"
Coincidentally, he met a burly Sorcerer Tribe man with two horns on his forehead. Hou Yi greeted him excitedly.
However, Xing Tian looked at Taihao and felt a little dispirited.
He could not help but wave his hand.
"Go play aside. I still have work to do!”
Hou Yi was very dissatisfied with his actions and hurriedly said,"I say, what's wrong with you?"
"This is Human Emperor Taihao, an expert who is even stronger than our Ancestor of Sorcery.”
"What?"
Xing Tian's eyes lit up when he heard that.
He stared at Taihao like a hungry wolf.
"Haha! Human Emperor, hello!"
"Hou Yi, you have to entertain him well. If there's anything you don't do well, I'll beat you to death!”
The change in Xing Tian's attitude left Taihao speechless.
He even had a bad feeling in his heart.
As expected, Hou Yi introduced him to everyone along the way.
Anyone who heard that this was an expert stronger than the Ancestral Magus.
Almost all the members of the Sorcerer Tribe had fierce looks on their faces.
It was called a burning battle intent!
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Hou Yi, that's a little inappropriate of you.”
"Why don't you introduce us to the Lord?”
"Master definitely can't practice with you, but we can.”
At this moment, Zhu Yan shouted from the side.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Zhu Yan, Fellow Daoist Pi Xiu, Fellow Daoist Pi Xi.”
"Our Sorcerer Clan is very hospitable.”
"Oh right, our Sorcerer Tribe's Bonfire Assembly will be held in a few days. Do you want to join us?”
At that moment, Hou Yi smiled awkwardly.
He used a heavy tone in his last sentence.
"Bonfire Festival?"
Before Zhu Yan and Pi Xiu could understand, Taihao already understood.
In the primitive hunting era.
Fire was an important condition for the survival of hunters.
Not only could it cook and keep warm, but it could also resist wild beasts.
Therefore, early humans respected and believed in fire and the god of fire.
The Sorcerer Tribe was a cultivation tribe.
But his love for fire was unquestionable.
There must be some kind of performance on such an important festival.
It couldn't be a competition, right?
Looking at Hou Yi's excited expression, Taihao was even more convinced of his guess.
No wonder this guy wanted the Zhu Yan trio to participate.
"Aha?"
"How can such an event be without us?”
After Zhu Yan heard this, his interest was piqued.
Even Pi Xiu and Pi Pi were eager to try.
They were born with different forms and cultivated martial arts.
His physical body was not inferior to that of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Naturally, it was better to fight head-on.
If they used divine weapons, it would not be a contest, but a life and death battle.
"Human Emperor!"
Just as Hou Yi and the others were chatting happily.
A voice as warm as spring suddenly sounded.
A young woman with wheat-colored skin, dressed in animal skin, appeared at the end.
His entire body seemed to have fused with the earth, calm and serene.
"Lord Ancestral Magus!"
Instantly.
When Hou Yi saw this, he immediately said respectfully.
His face was filled with reverence.
"Lord Ancestral Magus!"
Many members of the Sorcerer Tribe looked at Houtu and bowed in unison.
Their eyes were filled with respect.
He looked at the legendary Grand Wizard of Earth, Houtu.
Taihao's expression did not change much.
He said lightly,
"Fellow Daoist Houtu has personally welcomed you."
"Greetings, Emperor Taihao of the human race!”
As the leader of a clan, he had already come to visit.
At this moment, if Houtu didn't show up, she would be slapping the face of the entire clan.
Furthermore, the battle between the Great Wizard Hou Yi and the Zhu Yan had just happened.
It was impossible for Houtu not to know.
The Voodoo Race wasn't stupid enough to offend a Quasi-Saint expert.
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