The human race has the Yan tribe. After more than thirty years, the peaceful and peaceful life was once again broken by the stirring wind and clouds and the muffled sound.
Over the hundreds of years since the Yan clan established their presence here, the tribe has experienced many ups and downs, but when supernatural phenomena come, people still inevitably feel fear.
This is the reality of the prehistoric world. Ordinary mortals are like ants. Although they are strong and struggle to survive, there are too many natural and man-made disasters in this world that human beings cannot resist.
It's the same now. Faced with sudden changes in visions, they have no ability to investigate and resist. They can only look anxiously towards the forbidden land, Zi Yanling Mountain and the temple, pinning their hopes on the immortal gods.
For other people, when faced with irresistible human factors, placing their hopes on external forces such as gods and gods is a matter of testing their luck and passively waiting for the judgment of fate.
But for the Youyan clan, whether it is the old patriarch in the forbidden area, Yan on the Zi Yanling Mountain, or the ancestral god Cheng Huang in the ancestral temple, they all come from the tribe. Although they are immortal gods, they are also very worthy of reliance and trust.
Just like now, when the vision has just appeared, there will be signs of panic in the tribe. Along with a divine light rising from the temple, a loud voice sounds from the forbidden area.
"Don't panic, everyone! We are in charge of everything! You can stay in peace and wait for the situation to calm down."
With the guardianship of the ancestral spirit City God and the comforting words of the old clan leader, the Youyan tribe quickly became quiet, leaving only a loud bang - a muffled sound that kept ringing.
Seeing that the tribe had returned to calm, Yan's eyes once again looked at the mountain that was heading towards the forbidden land step by step. A trace of relief flashed in his eyes, but he had no intention of helping his increasingly stooped figure.
"Brother, do we need help? Shan's condition doesn't look good." Yu asked with some distress, looking at Shan's staggering figure and dripping sweat.
Yan glanced at Yu lightly, turned to face Shan who was looking up at the mountain with difficulty, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and then he asked with encouragement:
"Shan, as the leader of the Youyan clan, you have worked hard for more than thirty years and inherited the tribe's belief in destiny. Your achievements are just around the corner. Do you need our help?"
In the past few decades, Shan's cultivation has been exhausted. With his mortal body, he has carried the weight of his clan and traveled step by step throughout the tribes with the Yan clan, spreading the spirit of civilization and collecting the belief in luck.
Although it was extremely hard work, under the constant illumination of the magic lamp and the constant tempering of the belief in luck, he developed a pure Yang body that resembled that of an immortal Buddha.
In the process, we saw the hardships of countless tribesmen struggling to survive for the continuation of their bloodline, and also witnessed the Youyan family’s optimistic, tenacious, and undaunted spiritual will.
Feel the joys and sorrows of the tribesmen, and realize that the Youyan tribe is constantly forging ahead and enjoying a prosperous and prosperous future.
The soul and will of the mountain have been tempered for a long time, and little by little accumulation and transformation have made the Taoist heart firm and untainted by dust. It is no longer the muddled state it used to be.
At this time, after hearing the seemingly tempting but actually encouraging words, Shan struggled to squeeze out a smile. Without any fluctuation in his eyes, he took an unusually firm step forward.
"Boom!"
Shan's footsteps became heavier, but Yan looked at him with a more pleased look. He nodded with some encouragement and affirmation, turned to look at Yu, and asked: "How is it? Do you want more?" To help?”
After saying that, without waiting for Yu's answer, he started to blame himself: "You are now a first-class immortal. You should think carefully about everything you do. You must not act impulsively based on your temper."
Yu took a deep look at Shan Yan, who was coming slowly but firmly step by step. He turned to look at Yan, rolled his eyes in his heart, but replied very obediently: "I know, my good big brother!"
Yan Wenyan glanced at Yu, said no more, and turned his eyes again to Shan, who was walking more and more difficult step by step.
In the forbidden area, as Yan remained silent, Yu and the old patriarch also looked down the mountain together in tacit agreement. For a moment, the entire forbidden area and even the Yan clan became quiet.
There was only the sound of the constantly whistling Lingyun wind, and the intermittent but persistent footsteps that kept a certain rhythm, constantly shaking the surrounding void.
Although the pressure on him became heavier and heavier as he got closer to the forbidden area, and Shan even had to stop step by step, his will did not waver at all and he kept moving forward.
But the interval between footsteps getting longer and longer. By the time Shan walked into the forbidden area and came to Yan, most of the day had passed. The golden sun in the sky had already set, and only a dim orange-red fireball remained on the horizon. Making the final struggle.
Yan looked at Shan standing in front of him, his figure becoming more and more stooped, with a smile on his face, nodded affirmatively, and said: "Very good! At this time, the sun is setting in the west, and the night is approaching, so a light is needed. Bonfires illuminate the tribe.
Taking advantage of this heavenly opportunity, you will be able to bring together decades of work to gather the general trend of luck, rekindle the sparks of the magic lamp, light up the tribal flame totem, and dispel the darkness of the earth. "
Shan Wenyan nodded, a slight smile appeared on the corners of his pursed lips, but without speaking, he turned to look into the cave, his eyes were unusually firm and he stepped forward again.
As the mountain stepped into the ancestral land of belief in luck, the canopy of spiritual luck gathered above its head shook with a roar, turning into a colorful divine wind, falling from the sky, and instantly rolled up the black magic lamp that had been held by the mountain in the palm of his hand. , slowly flying towards the cave.
The magic lamp flew into the cave, and like an introduction, the sea of fire and the strong human power that swept through the entire forbidden area earlier moved with it, and converged towards the magic lamp.
The sea of fire is filled with sparks, which are constantly integrated into the flame of the magic lamp, making the magic lamp brighter and brighter; the incense and faith merge into the lamp, turning into a pool of colorful and dark-yellow lamp oil, continuously providing fuel for the swaying flame of the lamp.
In this way, in just a moment, all the strange phenomena in the forbidden area disappeared, and only the magic lamp became brighter and brighter, shining brightly and slowly falling towards one of the cave walls in the cave.
"Boom!" With a crisp sound, the black magic lamp fell on the cave wall where the Yan clan's totem was located, and hung naturally on the stone wall.
The flickering flame of the lamp shines on the totem, which has only a few strokes on the stone wall but is extremely expressive. It is as if the totem suddenly has a soul.
With a "boom", a bright yellow flame ignited out of thin air. It was interdependent with the flame of the magic lamp, and was constantly involved in Yan's belief in incense and luck.
As the belief in luck increased, the bright yellow flames and the flames of the magic lamp became brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire cave.
Then it slowly spread outside the cave, then the entire forbidden area, and then the entire Yan clan.
Finally, when the sun completely set and darkness enveloped the wilderness, the brilliance of the magic lamp and the totem flame finally illuminated the entire tribe, bringing warmth and light to the Youyan clan in the dangerous dark night of the wilderness.
