The flames rose brighter and brighter.
When Han Muye drove the wolf to the hill, he saw the situation below.
A group of humans.
Hundreds of humans wearing various animal skins gathered around a stone altar, singing, dancing, and roaring with joy.
There was a ball of pale golden flames on the stone platform, as well as several roasted beasts.
These human races are all tall and have animal teeth or bones hanging on their bodies.
In Han Muye's view, these animal teeth, bones, and even the animal skins worn on his body were the skins and bones of various powerful monsters.
His eyes fell on the golden flame.
The heat, durability, and agility of this flame are already close to those of divine flames.
"Woo-"
Cang Lang looked at the flame, whimpering lowly, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
The wolf's whimpering sound came out, and the jubilant human race in the distance stopped and turned their heads.
"drink--"
An old shout came, and the humans over there were waving to Han Muye.
Han Muye pushed his legs forward, and the wolf reluctantly ran towards the crowd.
As he ran towards the altar, the wolf was lingering a hundred feet away and never came closer.
It seems that Canglang suffered a big loss in front of the owner of this flame.
Han Muye jumped off the wolf and strode towards the flames.
The closer he got to the flame, the more intense he could feel it.
In his body, a suppressed blood power began to surge.
"Golden Crow?"
This ball of flame actually contains the power of the Golden Crow.
Just because the blood power was too thin, Han Muye had not sensed it before.
In the final analysis, the suppressive power of Heavenly Dao in the ancient world was too strong, and it had a great impact on the power of souls and fairy spirits.
As Han Muye walked forward, the flame seemed to feel the pure power of Golden Crow blood in him and began to vibrate continuously.
The white-haired old man who had invited Han Muye to come turned his head and looked at the flames, and then at Han Muye. With excitement on his face, he raised his hands and shouted "Haha" at Han Muye.
Others shouted and danced along.
For a time, there was joy again in front of the altar.
Han Muye walked forward slowly, his eyes falling on the ten-foot-long bone staff held in the hand of the white-haired old man.
He reached out his hand.
The old man hesitated and slowly handed the bone staff to Han Muye's hand.
Everyone else around them had puzzled expressions on their faces, staring closely at the bone staff that had been polished to a faint glare and fell into Han Muye's hands.
The bone staff was slightly heavy in the hand, with a faint heat coming out of it.
With the infusion of divine soul power, Han Muye saw scenes of light and shadow.
"The ancient human race."
"Survive with the help of the protection of various mythical beasts."
"Worship the power of fire, fear the power of heaven and earth, and be brave and fearless."
Looking at the life-and-death fights on the screen, Han Muye felt a little emotional.
This is the human race.
Unlike those monsters who act according to their instincts, they are not physically powerful, divine beasts with powerful origins.
He doesn't have tyrannical power, but he has an unyielding soul.
There is no strong individual, but they know how to cooperate, how to learn, how to strengthen the group step by step, and gather inheritance.
In the picture, there are human beings who continue to test and pursue, and finally control the power of fire. There are human beings who are unyielding, forging gold and iron, and finally creating weapons with powerful combat power.
This bone staff was made by a skilled craftsman from a certain ethnic group and took several years to polish it.
Han Muye gently touched the three horizontal lines on the bone staff with his palm.
This is the divine pattern perceived by the human race in the prehistoric times.
Directly visualize the power of heaven and earth, induce the power of heaven and earth to join you, and then converge into patterns of divine power and rules.
Because the power of heaven and earth in the prehistoric world is so powerful that it can be sensed and comprehended by visualization, only then will the human race have the opportunity to control the divine patterns.
After sending the bone staff back, Han Muye looked solemn on his face.
"My name is Han Muye, and I come from far away."
His voice had a vague tone, and it was made from the ancient sound that he understood from the bone staff.
The language in the ancient times has less twists and turns, and more straight tone and confused tones.
"Welcome, guest from afar." The old man who took back the bone staff bowed slightly, "The Liaoyuan clan welcomes you."
The old man said, turned around and shouted a few times.
The tribesmen dispersed in a hurry, and two tall tribesmen stepped onto the altar, tore off large pieces of the braised beast meat and brought it to Han Muye.
This is the etiquette among the ethnic group. Take out your own food and share it with guests from afar.
Han Muye reached out to take the meat, tore off a piece and put it into his mouth.
The hot meat enters the mouth with a passion that burns the taste buds.
It's a special feeling.
His eyes fell on the altar, and there was something strange on Han Muye's face.
It's not the power of the flames, nor the rich power contained in the meat.
All this is because it comes from the ancient times and the power of heaven and earth.
The fire between heaven and earth roasts the food between heaven and earth. This is the origin and this is the rule.
In this mouthful of meat, there are many avenues and rules.
Originally in the world of cultivation, in those universes only top powers could understand the rules of cultivation, but in this ancient world, it turned out to be so straightforward and simple.
The road to simplicity.
Feeling the original power penetrating his intestines and abdomen, Han Muye raised his hand, took off his clothes and robe, and then gave it to the big man who gave him the animal meat.
The big man took the robe and put it on with a delighted grin.
It's just that I'm not familiar with how to wear this shirt, and the fluffy animal skins I was originally wearing made it impossible to put on the shirt for a while.
This caused laughter from the surrounding tribesmen.
Han Muye stepped forward, took off the animal skin on his body, helped him put on his clothes, and tied up his clothes with a gold belt.
After this renovation, the tall man's figure became less wild and rough as before, and became more disciplined.
The big man waved his sleeves and patted Han Muye on the shoulder with a smile.
"My name is Zhu Rong, and you will be my brother from now on."
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There are more than 230 people in the Liaoyuan tribe, all of whom have been living in the wilderness for generations.
It is said that they have lived here for generations, but in fact they themselves do not know where they came from, and then migrated here step by step.
The human race in the prehistoric times was all like this.
Live by chance.
It's not that they don't want to build a long-term residence, it's just that there are too many powerful mythical beasts in the wilderness.
Maybe in a big war, a hundred thousand miles or millions of miles around would be reduced to ruins.
It is also possible that the divine beast or strange beast that protected them was killed due to the collapse at some point, and they had to flee.
Sitting around the altar, Han Muye listened to Zhu Rong and the others talking about the life of the Liaoyuan tribe, while eating the meat torn from the altar.
The only sharp bone knife in the tribe was in Zhu Rong's hand, and he was currently helping Han Muye break down the pieces of meat.
There were a group of young children around him. From time to time they would reach out and touch the robes Zhu Rong was wearing. Even the steaming meat could not attract them.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the altar in front of him.
There are no burning objects under the altar, and the flames appear out of thin air.
But this is impossible.
Even if it is a divine flame, it either burns by its own power or is attached to some kind of object and burns.
Burning out of thin air violates the original rules.
Seeing Han Muye's glance, Zhu Rong showed a proud look on his face.
On the side, holding a bone staff, an old man named Zhutian pointed at the flames and whispered: "There is a mark left by the great beast."
The Mark of the Divine Beast.
Han Muye stood up, took one step forward, and landed on the altar.
The blazing flames rose, and the surging heat seemed to turn him into ashes.
From this angle, he finally saw three diagonal marks drawn under the flames.
Staring at the scratch, Han Muye felt layers of suppressed fire power surging through his body.
Divine pattern.
This is a divine pattern containing the power of fire.
In ancient times, this represented rules and power.
He stretched out his hand and waved it down in mid-air.
In front of him, three traces of flames flashed away.
"Brother Han, you, are you a divine pattern master?"
"This is the power that only priests can control!"
Divine Rune Masters and Priests are both human beings who control the power of Divine Runes.
The former is understood by oneself, and can be converted into divine patterns, and then carved on various weapons or animal bones.
The bone staff in Zhutian's hand was refined by a divine pattern master.
As for the priests, they can also control the divine patterns with the help of the power of the sacred beasts worshiped by the tribe.
A powerful priest can even control divine beasts.
When Han Muye came riding the strange beast Canglang, he was welcomed before, but he was mistaken for a priest by Zhu Tian and others.
The Liaoyuan tribe members around the altar all stood up and stared excitedly at the slowly dissipating halo in front of Han Muye.
Han Muye in front of him also had the power of a divine pattern master or a priest.
The strong are respected and treated with courtesy. This is a truth that remains unchanged everywhere.
Han Muye looked at the dissipating flames in front of him, his eyes flashing with light.
He could feel the changes and movement of the power of heaven and earth when the horizontal stripes appeared.
Only in a place like the Great Desolate where the power of heaven and earth emerges and is about to become substantial can you have such a feeling.
This is the trajectory of the essence of power, pure and simple, but the true origin.
No wonder the mythical beasts that came out of the primitive world are extremely powerful. They can understand the display and application of the original power with every move of their hands and feet. How can they not be powerful?
"Buzz——"
When the light in front of Han Muye dissipated, there was a sound from the mountains in the distance.
A big golden bird spreads its wings and comes.
Under the altar, all the Liaoyuan tribe members raised their heads, their faces even more excited.
"Priest!"
"The priest summoned the totem beast!"
"The sacred fire totem is here!"
call.
The totem beast can be summoned by stimulating the same source of fire power on the altar. This is the priest.
Han Muye turned to look at the big bird spreading its wings.
A divine beast, but its cultivation strength has not yet reached the true strength of a divine beast. It can only be said to be a half-step divine beast.
The power of bloodline is similar to that of the Golden Crow, but it is not pure and very mixed.
"call out--"
The big bird was extremely fast and could reach outside the tribe with just a few spreads of its wings.
With a flash in mid-air, the big bird suddenly opened its mouth, and a ball of flame flew out of its mouth.
The flames were directed at the wolf that Han Muye was riding.
Canglang, who was already extremely nervous, trembled all over, turned around and ran away.
"Bang——"
The flames burned on the ground and turned into flowing flames within a thousand feet, igniting the surrounding vegetation and melting the rocks and soil.
The horror of this blow made the members of the Liaoyuan tribe roar with excitement.
This is their totem beast. The power of the totem beast means the stronger the protection they can receive.
A ball of flame drove the wolf away, and the big bird stopped pursuing it.
It doesn't seem to be interested in hunting wolves.
"call--"
Watching the wolf run away, the golden bird folded its wings and flew down on the altar.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the flames on the altar into his mouth.
This flame seemed to be an extremely delicious thing. The big bird chewed it gently and closed its eyes slightly, appearing to enjoy it very much.
After a moment, all the flames were swallowed up, and the big bird flapped its wings and turned to look at Han Muye.
However, he didn't pay much attention to Han Muye. He glanced around, opened his mouth, and spat out another pale golden fist fire bead.
The bead fell on the altar and turned into a ball of flame as big as the mouth of a bowl.
Looking at the flame, all the people of the Liaoyuan tribe below bowed and worshiped.
This is the fear of fire and the worship of fire.
The big bird flapped its wings in satisfaction.
Below, Zhu Rong stood up, untied the robe that Han Muye gave him, handed it to the people around him, then stepped out and landed on the altar.
"Brother Han, I'm going to make a sacrifice. We are lucky to see a priest come to our Liaoyuan tribe."
"I hope you can help our Liaoyuan tribe become stronger."
After Zhu Rong finished speaking, he walked towards the flame.
Under the altar, all the Liaoyuan tribe members had complicated expressions on their faces, ranging from excitement to reluctance.
Sacrifice?
Han Muye frowned.
He pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the altar below.
"Buzz——"
In the altar, memory images appeared in his mind.
Every time the totem beast appears and collects the flame, the new flame needs to be sacrificed by the strongest person in the group.
Use your own body to ignite the flame of inheritance.
Because this flame is ignited by the strongest person in the clan, it is very attractive to totem beasts. Afterwards, various beasts and monsters are sacrificed in it every time the clan hunts, making the flame stronger and stronger.
This flame is not only a treasure that protects the clan, but also a link with the totem beast.
The human race in the prehistoric times has long been accustomed to such rules.
Rules for dealing with mythical beasts.
Standing up slowly, Han Muye looked ahead at Zhu Rong, who was already close to the flames.
"Brother Zhu Rong, wait a moment."
Han Muye spoke, and then quickly stepped forward.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhu Rong's body.
The purest flame power rushed into Zhu Rong's body through his palm.
Zhu Rong's hair turned red instantly.
His body trembled, he staggered forward, and landed on the flame.
The flames instantly enveloped his body.
"Buzz——"
This flame was lingering, and Zhu Rong's body was dissolved in one sweep.
But in the next moment, the flame exploded, rose up, and turned into a golden flame that reached hundreds of feet into the sky.
This is a scene where the pure power of fire turns into rules.
The big bird standing on the altar was stunned at first, then spread its wings and sang, its eyes full of excitement.
It spread its wings and flew high, then rushed towards the flames, opened its mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The flames entered the belly, and the golden bird looked up to the sky and roared.
A golden divine light enveloped his body, causing his body to expand continuously and become ten feet in size.
The long roar just started and then stopped suddenly.
The golden bird's body suddenly collapsed, and a human figure remained in the air, covered in flames.
Zhu Rong.
