Jiang Wang plunged into the Tian Shu Star, and as before, he didn’t perceive how he transitioned through space.

When he came back to his senses, he was already enveloped in raging flames.

Fire, just ordinary fire.

For Jiang Wang, who specialized in both fire and wood elemental Dao techniques, it wasn’t even a minor inconvenience. With a casual press of his hand, he extinguished it.

Outside the extinguished flames were a group of kneeling people.

These kneeling people were all dressed in animal skin clothing. The most striking feature was on their faces, with several diagonal red lines on either side. The one with the most lines, a total of eight, was a tall, middle-aged man kneeling in front of everyone else. The one with the fewest had only two lines on his face.

In front of all the kneeling people was a figure constantly rising and prostrating, wearing an exaggerated mask. His attire also differed from the others, consisting of a fire-red robe woven from an unknown material, somewhat resembling linen.

“The one who comes from the Azure Sky!” someone shouted from among the kneeling people.

Then others chimed in, “Burn him! Burn him!”

“Burn what? He’s been chosen as a Star General!”

“Burn what burn! All of you shut your mouths!” the man with eight red lines on his face reprimanded. “Let the Witch Priest speak!”

Silence fell instantly.

Only then did Qinghuo Qiming suppress the immense surprise in his heart, ceasing his instinctive movements of prayer.

He took a step forward, reaching out to grab Jiang Wang’s hand. “Oh… Star General, my lord!”

Jiang Wang took a step back, maintaining distance from this masked oddity.

Originally, those who entered this world would receive information about “Star Generals” and “Game of Life and Death,” and have enough time to choose a tribe.

But he had entered this world later, without such preferential treatment. Aside from knowing that this was the Floating Land and that various tribes existed, he knew nothing else.

However, having experienced the Yuheng World and the Hidden Star World, Jiang Wang had gained some insights into descents.

He directly asked, “Tell me, where is this place, and what are your plans?”

These people’s language was also very similar to the language of Jing, making communication easy.

“Uh, this…” Qinghuo Qiming, after all, lacked experience. Facing the questions from the outsider, he feared giving an unsuitable answer and looked back at Qinghuo Gaochi for help.

“Congratulations!”

Seeing that the young man was indeed inept, Qinghuo Gaochi quickly scrambled to his feet, approaching Jiang Wang with enthusiasm. “You have been chosen by my Fire Clan as the Master of this Game of Life and Death, bearing great responsibility and receiving supreme honor! Our clan’s Witch Priest will personally bestow upon you the noble Fire Totem, granting you the purest Totem Power!”

His expression clearly said, “You’re getting a good deal, why aren’t you agreeing already?”

Jiang Wang was actually somewhat tempted.

Fire was a righteous path of the Five Elements, and this clan, named after fire, must have some abilities. Moreover, he had only just descended and didn’t have much choice. Unless he went to another tribe and fought for a position with those who had arrived earlier.

But he still asked, “I’m new to this place and some information is unclear to me. Tell me, what are Star Generals, and what is the Game of Life and Death?”

Qinghuo Gaochi glanced at the young Witch Priest, his meaning obvious – speak.

“Oh.” Qinghuo Qiming reacted, “This is the territory of the Fire Clan, and I am the clan’s Witch Priest, Qinghuo Qiming.”

Then he began to explain what the Game of Life and Death was, what Star Generals were, and what the Master was, in a rambling manner. Fortunately, Jiang Wang was organized and categorized it himself, enabling him to fully understand.

“So, our goal is to compete for first place in the Game of Life and Death? Against other outsiders?” Jiang Wang asked.

“Uh, compete for first place, yes, compete for first place,” Qinghuo Gaochi said without much confidence.

Seeing his expression, it was clear that the supreme honor and the purest Totem Power were probably not very reliable.

But Jiang Wang didn’t expose him.

Newcomers naturally had disadvantages, and they didn’t have much choice of partners. But they also had an advantage, which was that others probably wouldn’t notice him at this time.

Choosing a stronger tribe now to compete for the Master position might lead to a better start in the Game of Life and Death, but it would also mean losing the advantage of being unnoticed.

Qinghuo Gaochi pulled out a roll of yellow silk from somewhere. “Now that the one who comes from the Azure Sky knows the situation, sign your name on the Covenant of Kings!”

He urged, “Sign it quickly, we’ll seize the time and arrange to bestow upon you the purest Totem Power!”

He looked just like a con artist about to fleece a fat sheep.

Jiang Wang looked at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

Amidst the rising anxiety in Qinghuo Gaochi’s heart, he asked with a smile, “How do I sign?”

“Just cut your finger and write,” Qinghuo Gaochi hurriedly took out a small knife to give him.

Because he was too excited, the tip of the knife went straight for Jiang Wang’s face.

Jiang Wang pinched the blade with some distaste, pushing it back. “I have my own sword.”

“Alright, alright,” Qinghuo Gaochi awkwardly retracted the knife.

To “trick” this Master into joining the clan, he, the leader of the tribe, was doing everything he could.

He completely abandoned any pretense. After putting away the knife, he pressed forward again. “Just draw two strokes, it takes effect as soon as it sees blood.”

The “Covenant of Kings” had a resounding name, but its appearance was very simple. It looked like an ordinary silk book, bright yellow throughout. However, it was indeed quite old, with a hint of antiquity.

Jiang Wang lightly stroked the outside of the sword sheath with his finger. Chang Xiang Si only slightly released its sharpness, not needing to leave its scabbard, and his finger was cut open.

On the yellow silk scroll, he scribbled, “Zhang Linchuan.”

“Done!” Qinghuo Gaochi happily put away the yellow silk.

With the Covenant of Kings signed, he wasn’t afraid that this Zhang Linchuan guy would run away. As long as he wasn’t killed and didn’t sign a new Covenant of Kings, he could only represent the Qinghuo Tribe in the Game of Life and Death.

“That… Witch Priest. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

With that, Qinghuo Gaochi put away the yellow silk and strode away confidently.

On the way, he also shouted to the clansmen in front of the altar, “What are you all doing standing here, courting death? Aren’t you working?”

In an instant, the Qinghuo Tribe dispersed.

Jiang Wang blinked his eyes, watching his back.

Although he knew he was being “tricked” before signing, the feeling of “being tricked!” was still very strong at this moment.

This uncle with eight red lines on his face changed his attitude too quickly!

At least try to hide it, put on a show! Don’t victims deserve some sympathy?

Jiang Wang also noticed that none of these people bowed to the Witch Priest when they left, indicating that the young Witch Priest of the Qinghuo Tribe had a precarious position.

He was paying attention to Qinghuo Qiming, and Qinghuo Qiming was also paying attention to him.

“Actually,” he said somewhat awkwardly, “it doesn’t necessarily have to be first place, being in the top ten… is also okay.”

According to historical records, the outsiders who descended later were generally not as strong as those who descended earliest.

If they could get a place in the top ten in the Game of Life and Death, it would already be a win for the Qinghuo Tribe. They couldn’t ask for more.

“Specifically, what place in the top ten?” Jiang Wang asked.

“It could be sixteen, or maybe seventeen, eighteen, it depends on the situation…” Qinghuo Qiming answered subconsciously. Seeing Jiang Wang’s speechless expression, he said embarrassedly, “I’m sorry for the embarrassment…”

Sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen… indicating that their goal was completely dependent on the number of outsiders.

Those tribes without outsiders as Masters could only send a group of clansmen who hadn’t surpassed the ordinary to participate in the Game of Life and Death, and any outsider could easily defeat them.

So, you’re saying I’m last?

Jiang Wang was slightly annoyed. He asked, “Your clan is named after fire, you should be a major clan, how can you be so unambitious?”

Qinghuo Qiming’s embarrassment could be felt even through the mask. “Well, among the thirty-six Fire Tribes, we are just one of them.”

“One of them?” Jiang Wang’s head throbbed as soon as he heard that. “What is your specific ranking?”

“Uh, in the top thirty.”

Jiang Wang understood. So, they were thirtieth.