Chapter 812 - Summoning The Scattered Clansmen

'Tak-si, completely seal this land so that no one will stumble upon the tomb by chance after we are gone.'

'Understood, Master.'

Shortly after the tomb was buried entirely in black sand, the quicksand whirlpool disappeared and left behind a cone-shaped landscape.

Such conspicuous spots in the Blacksand Desert are easily assumed to be tomb locations.

As such, after Leon gave the order, the realm spirit smoothed out the land and removed its conspicuousness.

"Where to now, my Lord?" Shadowtail asked with the intention.

"We'll head north to the Bone Sea and gather the other members of the Dark Fae Clan before making our way to the western region," Leon stated.

Shortly after, he paused and threw a casual glance back at the High Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm.

"Aren't you going to unite the scattered members of your Dark Wyrm Clan?" he asked.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, my Lord," Shadowtail stated before turning to Nightingale, "You call them, Nightingale."

"Alright."

Shortly after Nightingale agreed, she immediately issued a mighty dragon roar towards the Blacksand Desert's inner regions.

The powerful sound wave kicked up a sandstorm in its wake while vibrations rippled across the surface of the land.

At the same time, the abrupt dragon roar caught many dark faes off guard; they fell onto their butts with stunned expressions, unable to move.

Although Nightingale didn't direct her dragon roar at them, they were still caught under its innate ability to shake the soul and inflict fear.

Even Aria and Darlene felt affected by it.

However, their symptoms were only mild compared to the dark faes, who were creatures of darkness like the dark wyrms, but much weaker.

Nevertheless, they quickly recovered after a few breaths.

At the same time, the sound wave of Nightingale's dragon roar gradually disappeared into the distance, returning silence to the land.

Only the rustling of the wind and the movements of the black sand could be heard from time to time.

"…"

Just as some dark faes were about to say something, the Blacksand Desert became disturbed once more.

However, it wasn't just one but dozens of distant dragon roars.

As if the dark wyrms were relaying messages, they issued their dragon roars after hearing others of their kind issued theirs, setting a chain reaction throughout the Blacksand Desert.

Not long after, the desert rumbled with vibrations of movements.

Countless trails of sandstorms across the vast plains of the desert rushed towards them from every direction; the were tens—no, hundreds of such trails.

"With this, all members of our Dark Wyrm Clan will eventually receive my message and make their way towards us. Thus, we don't need to wait for them; they will eventually come to us, my Lord," Nightingale informed.

"I see…" Leon rubbed his chin with an intrigued look.

"How convenient; the desert sand carries your message and easily covers large stretches of land to reach all your clansmen…"

As Leon praised Nightingale's means, he suddenly paused; an idea had lit up in his mind.

"Shall we get going?" Aria suggested.

However, Leon shook his head and said, "Not yet; hold on for a minute. I got something to talk to the Tak-si about."

Since the realm spirit paid particular attention to Leon's businesses, it immediately heard Leon mentioning its name, prompting it to appear right away.

'You need something from me, Master?' Tak-si asked.

'I do,' Leon admitted before saying, 'I have an errand for you; are you interested? You can earn some True Grandmist Energy from me if you complete it.'

'What do you want me to, Master? Just say it,' Tak-si declared its willingness for the job.

An opportunity to obtain more True Grandmist Energy was not something it could refuse.

'Good!' Leon nodded with approval.

'Seeing how eager you are, I'll tell you what you need to do; it's definitely something you can do, so don't worry about it. You just need to convince all the scattered members of the Dark Fae Clan in the Bone Sea's southern region to head to shore.'

'Of course, you have to guarantee their safety from the threat of other demons for abandoning their posts,' he added.

'Then, you have to convince the dark faes from the other Bone Sea Regions as well; have them all head to the western shores to meet up with us there.'

'T-this… this sounds like a lot of work…' Tak-si hesitated.

'A lot of work, but definitely doable for a realm spirit like you who is basically omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent in this space, no?' Leon persuaded.

The realm spirit could suppress any living being with just its mental pressure alone—but of course, such methods don't work on him when he has his Nihility Barrier protecting him.

'Master is not wrong about my omnipresence and omniscience, but I am definitely not omnipotent; using my spiritual strength too much will exhaust me and force me to hibernate,' Tak-si said wryly.

'Of course, I am prepared to reward you fairly for your service. I will give you a wisp of True Grandmist Energy for every dark fae successfully grouped,' Leon promised generously.

He will gain the True Grandmist Energy from tearing down the excess land in the secret realm, and the Radiant Heaven Realmship's core needs the True Grandmist Energy for repair.

Everything aligned with his goal, so there was no problem with his generosity; it was a win-win situation for him.

Nevertheless, Tak-si couldn't believe what he heard.

'Can you say that again, Master?'

'You heard me; I will give you a wisp of True Grandmist Energy for every dark fae successfully added into the group,' Leon repeated.

'Great! I will get the job done perfectly, Master! I assure you!' Tak-si promised excitedly.

Not long after, it immediately disappeared to reach out to every dark fae in the secret realm with its spirit.

"Alright, everything's sorted. Let us wait here for Dark Wyrm Clan; the Dark Fae Clan's members will also come to us," Leon said leisurely with a confident smile

While Aria and Darlene were taken aback by his words, he constructed a few seats of ice for them before taking his own seat.