Feng Gong tribe.
The altar used for the sacrifice was not removed.
The flames were still burning quietly on the simple altar supported by several long logs.
Although no firewood was added, it seemed that it would never go out.
At this time, Feng Xi was standing on the high platform next to the altar, looking up at the eternal flame in the "stone pot".
Stare directly into the quiet burning flame.
The doubts that had troubled him for a long time were quietly solved after yesterday's sacrifice.
I saw a spark that was slightly brighter than the flame, swimming in the fireworks with some magical trajectory. This spark seemed to contain an extremely mysterious power, which Feng Xi was very familiar with. It spread outwards and maintained his power. combustion.
"Firefire?"
Feng Xi stared at the sparks fluttering in the flames, which were so closely connected to him that it only took one thought of his to extinguish them.
The source of the flame is not the firewood, but the remaining power of the firewood after the sacrifice.
"One sacrifice!"
Feng Xi clearly felt that the sparks left by the fire could last for a long time.
"No wonder the tribe needs to hold a fire ceremony every year!"
It is impossible to control the fire. Only the tribal belief generated by the fire sacrifice can draw the fire from the holy land and leave the fire source needed for the tribe for a year.
Feng Xi could imagine how long it took the ancestors of the Fenggun tribe to figure out this time pattern so that they could have a continuous source of fire.
They were struggling to survive in the vast wilderness. It turned out that they had already learned the power of "tools" through the profound lessons of failure.
But as the years passed, the fire that Emperor Sui left as a source of fire was passed down from generation to generation and finally became the sacred fire of the tribe.
The sacred fire sacrifice and the reliance and worship of the power of fire made the "tools" left by the ancestors become the faith of the Fenggon tribe!
But now, Feng Xi, who has mastered the power of fire, also has the ability to make fire with a single thought, which also means that the tribe can finally get rid of the shackles of its own beliefs.
Feng Xi's thoughts turned, but he did not extinguish the fire on the altar.
At this time, the tribe still needs faith. In this primitive era of struggling for survival, a faith that is harmless to the tribe may not be a bad thing.
He thought silently.
"But before that..."
Feng Xi turned his gaze and looked at the tribesmen who were kneeling in groups of twos and threes to make fire under the altar. From time to time, he looked at him with reverence in his eyes.
"The first step is to teach them how to use fire!"
Use fire!
Although they have a steady stream of firewood, in Feng Xi's eyes, the people of the Feng Gun tribe still don't know how to use it.
Keep praying to the fire for fire.
A race that is always dependent on "gods" can never be independent and powerful. What Emperor Sui left to the human race is not another obedient "god".
In order for Feng Gun to help his people stand tall in the wilderness, the first thing Feng Xi had to do was to teach his people how to make fire!
"slim Shady!"
Feng Xi turned his head and looked at Hua Xu, who had pulled Xi over at some point.
They seemed to have been waiting for a while, just watching Feng Xi silently watching the fire without disturbing him.
"Xi!"
Hua Xu looked at Feng Xi with a hint of warning. From time to time, I glance at the altar, as if to say, don’t even think about starting a fire.
As if he could see what Amu was thinking, Feng Xi chuckled lightly,
"Amu, can you gather the tribe members here?"
"what you up to?"
Hua Xu's eyes moved, and his black eyes stared at Feng Xi closely, with a little nervousness, as if he was afraid that Feng Xi would make some big move again.
There was no reason why Hua Xu wasn't worried. After returning yesterday, she couldn't sleep all night. Feng Xi's words were like a curse, echoing in her ears even now.
The tribe regarded him as a messenger of the gods, but only Hua Xu knew that what his child was hiding in his heart was...
"Don't worry, Eminem!"
Feng Xi shook his head gently and looked at the nervous Hua Xu. He didn't know whether it was funny or sad, and finally said softly,
"I just want to teach my tribe how to use fire!"
"Use fire?"
Hua Xu was stunned. She subconsciously glanced at the tribesmen making fire under the altar, then turned her head and met Feng Xi's eyes with doubtful eyes.
Hua Xu saw Feng Xi's firm gaze, full of seriousness, as if telling her that he was serious!
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something. Under Feng Xi's gaze, she finally nodded and turned around to gather her clan members.
“There’s a long way to go!”
Feng Xi looked at Hua Xu's back and sighed softly.
Even Hua Xu, who has become a witch, can't get rid of his previous thinking, let alone those ignorant tribesmen.
"Brother!"
Xi's timid voice sounded in Feng Xi's ears.
"hope!"
Feng Xi's expression changed, and he suddenly came back to his senses, just in time to see Xi looking at him cautiously, without his usual cheerful and lively look at all.
"What, where is my usually lively and lovely sister?"
Feng Xi smiled, stepped forward and subconsciously prepared to touch Xi's head, but suddenly felt that the outstretched hand was empty, and Xi took two steps back to avoid it.
"Brother! You seem to have changed!"
Xi looked straight at Feng Xi and said seriously with a small face.
"changed?"
Feng Xi paused his hands and lowered his gaze. He saw that Xi's eyes had a faint light at some point. His small face lost the innocence of the past, and seemed to be a little surprised and...resistance.
'resist? '
Feng Xi was stunned. He subconsciously stared into Xi's eyes. From the reflection of his pupils, his body was shrouded in a layer of fire.
"Brother is on fire!"
Xi nodded seriously, paused, and then added,
"Not only brother, but also Eminem!"
"It's the power of fire."
Feng Xi's heart moved and he glanced at Xi thoughtfully.
'Xiao Xi can see Xin Huo's will! '
Then the thought changed, and the fire in my heart sank to the bottom of the sea!
This flame is the manifestation of the Tao Yun left by the Xinhuo on his body. When Feng Xi opened up the sea of mind, he fell into it and became the root of his witchcraft.
As the flames disappeared, the power of the fire that enveloped Feng Xi was hidden. At the same time, the flames in Xi's pupils also quickly disappeared.
"Brother, the flame on your body has disappeared!" Xi's surprised voice sounded with a hint of joy.
"That's because my brother took away the flames from his body!"
Feng Xi smiled and reached out to touch Xi's head, but this time, Xi did not avoid it.
"Let's go! Brother will take you to find some wood!"
He took Xi's little hand and pulled her out.
"What are you looking for wood for?"
"Brother wants to teach the clansmen how to make fire!"
"Make a fire? Can that be like Brother and Eminem!"
"That's not making a fire, that's the power that Eminem and Brother found to protect the tribe!"
"Then I want to learn too!"
"..."
"Xiao Xi, this kind of power is not suitable for you!"
"Why……"
