As Fenggun's fire festival day gets closer and closer, with Chifeng as the center, this land becomes more and more lively.
Soon, the tribes who came to this land discovered that everything around them seemed to have suddenly changed overnight. Every member of the Fenggon tribe seemed to have changed.
They began to dress themselves with various kinds of animal feathers, and all the people of the Fenggun tribe gradually put down what they were doing, or took out the stored dried meat, or collected various fruits to prepare for this sacrifice. A moment of homage.
In front of each stone house in the Fenggun tribe, rounds of bonfires began to be set up. The flames would not extinguish, driving away the darkness. The red light illuminated the surroundings of Chifeng, as if it were daytime.
"fire!"
The "nest" tribe.
In the tree house in the center, the old tribal leader stood in front of the window, looking at the fire in the distance with a shocked face.
Dots of firelight gathered together and seemed to condense into a whole.
In a daze, she seemed to see an extremely powerful force brewing above the Fenggun tribe, and it began to become more and more powerful as time passed.
This was a fire power that made all living beings feel fear. She vaguely felt that it also contained a powerful, no, even powerful will that could not be described as great.
Striving upward seems to break the sky.
This was something she had never seen before when she came here. It was also a fire ceremony, and she only felt it for a moment when Hua Xuwu presided over the fire ceremony, but it only passed by in a flash.
But now, before the fire festival has even begun, Feng Gun has already begun to undergo such astonishing changes. She has a vague feeling that this fire festival may completely subvert everyone's imagination.
"Fuxi, what do you want to do?"
She couldn't help but murmur to herself.
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"Master Feng, what are they doing?"
Near Luohe, those fellow tribesmen brought here by Feng were also looking at the scene at the foot of the mountain in the distance, with shock and confusion on their faces.
"Fire festival!"
Feng looked at the red color in the distance, seeming to be answering their questions, but also seemed to be just talking to himself,
"This is Feng Gun's fire festival!"
"Fire ceremony?"
"Are you worshiping some god?"
Sacrifice, in this primitive wilderness, seems to be the deepest will engraved in the hearts of the human race. Every tribe of the human race has more or less sacrifices to the gods. Some will sacrifice the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the heaven and earth, and some will worship the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the world. A mountain and a river will be sacrificed.
Some tribes even use powerful beasts as objects of sacrifice, treating them as gods.
"It's not a god!" Feng shook his head, but his expression was extremely serious.
"What we sacrifice is fire!"
"Fire? Isn't it a god?"
Someone whispered a few words, but their eyes were blank.
Such natural phenomena as thunder and flames, which are born between heaven and earth, are no different from the gods in their opinion. If we really want to break them down, then thunder is the power of the gods, and flames are the wrath of the gods!
Fire, is it a god?
To this point, Feng Hui would answer yes without hesitation in the past, but now, all the tribesmen have learned how to make fire, and the totem also gives them the power of fire that they were afraid of before.
Fire seems to be no longer as unattainable and sacred as it once was!
In Feng's mind, the idea that fire is a god is getting weaker and weaker. If Feng Gun is blessed by a god, then that god is not the fire controlled by them, but Feng Xi!
In the Fenggun tribe, not only Feng, but other tribesmen also had this idea, especially the warriors who lit the totems.
If one day Feng Xi once again said in front of everyone that he was not the envoy of the divine fire, they might not persist as before!
Perhaps they would put aside their belief in Xinhuo and regard the tribe that changed the tribe as a god.
Unknowingly, Feng Xi has begun to become the new belief in the hearts of everyone in the Feng Gun tribe!
"The tribe has enough food. Starting tomorrow, let the tribesmen stop hunting!" Feng withdrew his gaze from Chifeng, turned around and said to the tribesmen beside him.
"grown ups……"
Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed in the man's eyes. The tribe finally found stable food and took advantage of the absence of the two strange beasts to hunt by the river. But now Feng asked them to stop.
"The fire festival is about to start, let them get ready too!" Feng did not explain much, just left a faint voice, then turned and walked towards the stone house not far behind him.
"Prepare?"
When the other party heard this, he was a little confused at first, but after a while, his eyes widened, as if he had reacted, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
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At the same time, among the other tribes around Feng Gun, similar conversations seemed to have been agreed in advance and took place in each tribe.
Every Fenggun tribesman who was assigned to lead a tribe seemed to have received an order to ask his fellow tribesmen to stop hunting and stay where the tribe was.
Everyone seemed to be silently waiting for the fire festival to begin and for that day to come.
Time passed slowly, and the sun rotated several times again without realizing it.
When the dark night fades and the first raindrops in the morning arrive as expected.
A drum sound that seemed to shake the world suddenly exploded at the foot of Chifeng.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at Chifeng in the center.
"Fire ritual."
"here we go!"
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