Nearly a year had gone by.
Chen Yuan had come to understand many things about Beiming State.
Within the entirety of Beiming State, there were a great number of different tribes.
Among them, some tribes were extremely powerful, even capable of contending with the Royal Family.
The Snow Demon Clan was one of them.
And this Barbarian Clan, though not as strong as the Snow Demon Clan, was much more powerful than the Ancestor Clan.
After all, seated within the Barbarian Clan was a Golden Core Ancestor.
In this chaotic wasteland, there were many foreign tribes.
And the greatest enemy of all was this Barbarian Clan.
Had the Barbarian Clan not had enemies of their own, it's uncertain whether the Ancestors could have held out for so long.
After all, the Barbarians had always wanted to swallow the Ancestors whole.
"Alas, the grudge between our clan and the Barbarians is long-standing, each conflict resulting in widespread misery."
