I saw that the child's eyebrows were actually flowing with golden fire patterns. The fire patterns jumped from time to time, just like the real fire burning in the eyebrows.
This is an outward sign that can only appear if the Vulcan bloodline is pure to a certain extent. The vision between the eyebrows is not only a symbol, it also contains the most powerful power of the God of Fire, and carries part of the will of the God of Fire.
Before the death of the God of Fire, there were golden fire patterns between his eyebrows, which was almost the standard for a generation of sons of gods.
But now, only powerful warriors who have raised the Vulcan bloodline to the level of a demigod can have such a vision revealed.
The tall giant carefully placed the child, which was only the size of his finger, in the palm of his hand.
Then hold it up high.
The red light enveloped the place, and the rushing Yang water shook the golden waves.
"From today on, your name will be 'Xu'."
"You will be the child of the Zhu Yan tribe and the future lord of Southern Xinjiang." The tall giant said loudly.
There were sounds of exclamation coming from all around.
Having a name from birth... This is a treatment only a son of God can have.
But no one questioned it.
After all, in the eyes of most people, the newly born 'Xu' is the son of the God of Yangshui. Although he is not born by true blood, he can be regarded as a direct descendant in a sense.
There is nothing wrong with taking care of someone like a son of God.
In the deeper mountain forest, among the flaming bushes, a dozen monks who had joined together were looking at what was happening on the bank of Yangshui, with angry expressions on their faces.
"It's just a little bit... Just a little bit worse than forcing these Vulcan remnants to leave the southern polar regions."
"Unexpectedly, at the last moment, the bloodline of the God of Yangshui was successfully brought into the world, resulting in a failure. Our plan will be greatly delayed. The new bloodline son of the God of Yangshui will definitely be killed by these descendants of the Fire God. If you protect them well, it will not be easy to attack..." a monk said through gritted teeth.
Another monk who looked particularly thin said: "Failed by half the effort? Is that what you think?"
After that, he stopped talking any further.
The monk who spoke first was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed slightly and he said: "You mean... this is not a coincidence?"
"Of course this is not a coincidence. The Tianzhu is broken. Even if the remnants of the Fire God use special methods to sacrifice to the God of Yangshui, every time the God of Yangshui sends blood, it will consume a huge amount of power. We don't understand God... ·But it does not prevent us from making certain inferences.”
"If the God of Yangshui is helping the remnant tribe of the God of Fire in this way, if it is not because he has some past relationship with the God of Fire, then he must have another intention, and the intention is very big. In your opinion, do you tend to the former or the latter? "The thin monk said with a sneer.
"Well, although this time it failed, it still damaged the foundation of the Yangshui River. In the next ten years at least, the flow of Yangshui will decrease, and conflicts will continue between the various tribes along the coast. Everyone... seize the opportunity." The person who spoke this time seemed to be the leader.
So after he spoke, no one had any doubts, but all nodded in agreement.
After a brief gathering, these monks dispersed.
Some of them come from various tribes in the southern polar regions, and a small number of them... actually come from outside the southern polar regions.
There is no night or day in southern Xinjiang, only the eternal crimson sky and the burning world.
Naturally... outsiders, if they can withstand the heat and heat, can travel long distances and go deep into the polar regions of southern Xinjiang.
Wait until the crowd has dispersed.
Only two people remained.
One of them was the thin-looking man who had previously suspected that the God of Yang Shui had other intentions.
"Brother! Did you see that child just now..." The man was about to say something, but was directly interrupted.
"Don't say it! Since this is a world where gods manifest themselves, there are naturally some methods that we don't understand. Using mortal thinking to fully understand the thoughts of gods is the most fatal arrogance. If you have such Thoughts will kill you sooner or later."
"This world belongs to the gods, humans, beasts, and us monks, but in the final analysis... it belongs to the unknown power. You have also seen the scene of creation."
"That child may be really extraordinary. Every world has a destined protagonist, and this child...may be the protagonist." 'Big Brother' said.
Then, without waiting for his brother to ask further questions, he said directly: "Don't interfere! Don't interfere, don't think about testing or peeking, if you can... I just want to go with the flow, and I hope you think the same way."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
After a few steps, it turned into a stream of fire and disappeared into the forest that was also filled with flames.
"Go with the flow...?" the thin man said sarcastically, and then it shattered into fire marks and disappeared into the crimson forest.
Everything seemed to have returned to calm.
And a child named Xu began to grow up in the Zhu Yan tribe.
He grows much slower than the average child.
Ordinary children, as long as they drink the blood of wild beasts and eat the meat of wild beasts, their height will soar.
But Xu was different. The meat he ate and the blood he drank were no less than those of a normal five-meter-tall warrior. But at this time, he was still a baby who looked less than one meter tall.
If it weren't for the special function of his existence, the people in Zhu Yan's tribe would have started to reject and target him.
In wild tribes, people don't have much intrigue.
But it does not mean that this is an Eden-like world. It is precisely because there are no strict rules and no systematic system that the tribe can be direct, magnanimous and ruthless when they cut down what they consider to be the "remnant branches".
In the entire wild world, those old people whose bodies are aging and no longer capable of fighting, those young people who are physically disabled and have lost their ability to fight or hunt, those children who cannot grow up quickly... will be given up as they should, and no one will Something feels wrong.
Because this is the law of survival in the wild.
If you worship such a barbaric civilization just because of its simplicity, it only proves that the admirer itself has no brains.
"The Son of the World is born!"
"But... Zhu Yanxu is not the only son of the world."
"The new world, this huge world full of my ambitions, of course I want to play something different."
"The blessings of the world are scattered, and the many children of the world are shining like stars in this huge world. So in the end...who will have the last laugh?" Ke Xiaoliang sat by the lake, blowing the cool breeze , looking at the skylight and cloud shadows reflected on the lake, I thought so pleasantly.
