In the vicinity of the Dralh Sea, jumping around like a frog were two, thumb-sized Biome Bombs joined together like compartments of a train. Its four legs—Prana strings—coiled around an Iron Grade Pranic Beast and began to absorb the latter's Prana and Lifespan.
The Iron Grade Pranic Beast bombarded attacks on the Biome Bombs, failing to do any damage. After all, these two Biome Bombs were condensed by the Mystic Grade Royal Zinger. So, only Gold Grade Pranic Beasts could damage it.
Powerful Silver Grade Pranic Beasts such as a Centinger too could damage it, but the rate of damage was vastly inferior to the Biome Bomb's recovery means. In a matter of seconds, the Iron Grade Pranic Beast collapsed as a withered corpse, sucked dry of all its Prana and Lifespan.
For the past three months, the two Biome Bombs have been collecting Prana from Pranic Beasts. Inala felt that they needed to prepare at least a bit before entering the region built around Sanctuary.
He needed time to gather his thoughts and condense his abilities. Most of all, he had to entertain humility and reduce the extent of arrogance in him as much as possible. Well, the second part wasn't a priority and hence didn't see much development.
Instead, Inala focused on completing the Quip Clan's cultivation technique. It was no different from building a house. He already had all the necessary materials. All Inala needed to do was to lay them down at their respective place and perform impact tests, weathering tests, stress-strain tests, etc.
Simply creating a Mystic Grade cultivation technique wasn't the be-all and end-all. It had to be constructed robustly to the extent a Quip Clansman could use the entirety of their creativity to harness and abuse the cultivation technique to the extreme.
The Mammoth Clan's Mystic Bone Art was one such example. A robust cultivation technique that had been developed by Empyrean Tusks who constantly took inspiration, information, ideas, concepts, etc. from their immune system. While they traversed through the wilds, the Empyrean Tusks continued to think of ways to develop their cultivation technique.
All of this information was collated in the First Empyrean Tusk, allowing the Mammoth Elders living in the Mammoth Treasury to add in the necessary upgrades to Mystic Bone Art. Through this, the Mammoth Clan continued to systematically develop their cultivation technique.
The Cooter Clan too continued to develop Mystic Mist Art. It was why these two cultivation techniques were labelled the best in Sumatra. And that statement remains true even after multiple Mystic Grade cultivation techniques came into effect.
Hence, Inala focused on creating a strong enough foundation for Mystic Royal Art so that future generations of the Quip Clan could continue to develop it. A few more months passed in such a fashion.
Finally, eight months after Inala became the Royal Zinger, the Quip Clan's cultivation technique was completed. By now, he had also gained complete control of his Royal Zinger form, adjusting to his physique completely.
At a thought from him, the two Biome Bombs arrived at a safe spot. The two Prana strings forming a connection between the two Biome Bombs retracted, causing the surfaces of the two to get into contact.
Similar to the way two compartments of a train were connected, once the entrances of both the Biome Bombs aligned themselves, the compressed space within the two Biome Bombs synchronised.
Once that was done, the pathway was established, allowing Inala to enter the second Biome Bomb and observe forty-three people bow before him, their expressions one of devotion, tearing up in happiness.
The moment Inala completed Mystic Royal Art, he conveyed it to his Quip Clansmen by using Mystic Mist Art. Immediately, a fog filled the second Biome Bomb. And as they inhaled it, they absorbed the information within it.
After all, Inala used the Water Slip Skill on the fog, allowing the information of Mystic Royal Art to appear in their mindspace as they inhaled the air.
Only three were Zingers at the moment. The remaining forty were in human forms. Hence, the Zinger Shrieks couldn't be used on them, which was why Inala resorted to using Mystic Mist Art.
To ensure the information was transmitted without any flaws, Mystic Mist Art was the best, especially since the information created by the Water Slip Skill would naturally appear in the mindspace as long as the target consumes the related water or mist.
As the Quip Clansmen inhaled the mist, the contents mixed with the blood brought to their lungs. The information became imprinted on the traces of Prana carried by the blood, which circulated through their bodies. Once they came in contact with their Spirit Container, the info appeared in their mind space.
In a few hours, all 43 Quip Clansmen obtained Mystic Royal Art, beginning to cultivate through it spontaneously.
"Eh?" Gappu was the first to shriek in alarm, observing that he had transformed into a woman. The strangest thing was that he felt it was natural, thinking like a woman, as if he had been born as such.
All the forty Quip Clansmen that had evolved from the Quip Tribe became women, for they were all Zinger Aristocrats now. As they continued to use Mystic Royal Art, they gained the missing parts necessary to function as part of the Quip Clan.
It was at this moment that the Second Biome Bomb became connected to the first. Soon, the entrance opened as Inala sauntered inside, emanating the presence of the Royal Zinger.
Spontaneously, all 43 Quip Clansmen prostrated, their eyes streaming tears of joy, as they had been allowed to bask in the presence of their race's Deity.
"Good," Inala expressed upon seeing the influence of Mystic Royal Art do its thing, "From today onwards, the Quip Clan can function properly. We've suffered a lot to get to this point, especially the sacrifices borne by our comrades."
Most of the Quip Tribe was destroyed by the Bolts of Transcendence. The survivors weren't exactly happy to be the sole ones to survive. Hence, Inala placated them, "It was their sacrifice that protected us. We need to honour that and develop into the greatest Clan on Sumatra."
"Are you all with me?" Inala asked, though he knew the answer already. The Royal Zinger's words were absolute to the Quip Clan. But, he didn't want to force them and instead lead them as a leader. Hence, he wanted to hear their thoughts.
"What is our purpose?" Gappu asked, "Will we…continue to lose our people?"
"Ideally, we don't lose anyone anymore." Inala replied, "To strive towards that future, we need to work hard."
"As long as the Quip Clan develops happily, there's nothing else I could ask." Inala stared at Gappu, "You are the first one to become part of the Quip Tribe. I want to hear your thoughts."
"I want to honour the Tribesmen," Gappu bowed lower, "Can I build a memorial for them?"
"Obviously, you can." Inala nodded, smiling upon seeing the expressions of the Quip Clansmen ease up in response. It would give them mental peace if they could construct a memorial. As long as they feel that they are carrying the will of their fallen, they can continue to progress on this path without hesitation.
Everyone was aware that becoming Clansmen wasn't easy. But it was their dream since the day they became part of the Quip Tribe. Those that managed to develop enough survived while the rest didn't.
Though he didn't show it, Gappu was aware that the fact he survived back then was thanks to Inala. Had Inala not protected them from the Bolts of Transcendence, the Quip Clan would have been combusted long ago.
No one blamed their Deity. Or rather, seeing the Royal Zinger gave them strength, an unshakable confidence to make the impossible possible. And seeing the way the Royal Zinger paid attention to their wants gave them euphoria.
The Quip Clan stared at the Royal Zinger on a pedestal. So, even the simplest level of consideration from Inala was monumental to them.
Expert Silver Grade Pranic Beast—Zinger Aristocrat!
Gappu assumed his Zinger Aristocrat form, unleashing a powerful shriek. In response to his actions, the rest of the 39 Zinger Aristocrats assumed Pranic Beast forms, shrieking in unison.
A jet-black face of a monkey accompanied by the jaws of a bat. Its greyish-silver fur was dull, sporting a matt finish. Two stripes trickled down its body, white in colour, starting from the shoulder blades, across the hips, and ending at the feet.
When standing tall, the Zinger Aristocrat reached a height of eight metres. Its most prominent detail was its tail covered by fins similar to a fish, acting similar to the elevator and rudder of an aeroplane. It had two tails in total, with each reaching a length of 12 metres.
The muscles forming the tail were the most in tune with Prana throughout its body, making it spontaneous for Prana to accumulate in the tail muscles. This allowed the Zinger Aristocrats to attack with their tails, for their power was something Inala used a lot.
Primary Nature—Tangible Psychokinesis!