Chaos City 39

There are still three days until the sky crack appears.

The news that Chaos City was preparing for the succession ceremony for the young master had already reached the Beauty Snake Tribe, the White Feather Tribe, and the Red Horse Tribe.

But they had no way to go and congratulate this time.

Yulila scoffed at this: "What time are you still preparing this?"

The crown was still on her head, and beside her stood Jabal, dressed in princely attire.

That day, Yulila tried her best to help temporarily seal the crack in the sky. When she was sent here seriously injured and unconscious, the morale of the tribe was boosted despite the panic.

They didn't know that Yulila was not the queen they had always respected. They all expressed their concern and respect, and thanked the queen for her precious time.

When Jacob came out of the dungeon, he did not expose her sister.

In the face of the impending disaster, the two sisters maintained a tacit understanding.

Jacob: “Is it worth it?”

Her words were incoherent, but Yulila understood.

She fought for her life to gain the respect of her people, but because she bore the name of Yabaiel, naturally these things could not be attributed to her, Yulila.

Yulila: "I can't even survive, so why bother talking about it being worth it?"

Yabai: "The crown hasn't been bothering you much lately, Yulila. Perhaps you can truly become a worthy king."

Yulila: "A tattered crown. Who would want to wear it if it weren't the symbol of my king?"

The sky was cloudless. They had already prepared sufficient food and set up a defense line outside the tribe to resist evil spirits. The tribesmen took refuge in the shelter.

Yabailie glanced at Yulila's serene profile and suddenly felt curious: "How did you feel when you faced the Sky Crack head-on?"

Yulila: "Hehe, damn it."

Jacob: “…”

Jacob fell silent.

She always felt that her sister had turned into a nitpicker after returning from the Gomian Plain, and her mental state was worrying. She complained about everything and everyone, and the good atmosphere was completely destroyed by her just one or two words.

-

Red Horse Tribe.

In view of the internal divisions within the Red Horse Tribe, Isa was handed over to the elders of the Red Horse Tribe by Bai Ya himself before he left.

Ai Hong led a small group of his subordinates to hide their heads, and the entire tribe was completely controlled by the young Isa.

Ai Hong can only blame himself for this. Even if Yulila wanted to usurp the throne, she had made sufficient preparations and even secretly learned how to seal the town and make seals. He just stood there.

The news that Isa used the power of sealing to prevent the sky crack from coming has spread among the tribe's army. Ai Hong has no capital to compete with him at this juncture.

In order to consider the overall situation, Isa did not deal with Ai Hong for the time being, which led to turmoil in the tribe again.

"Today is Aren's succession ceremony."

The elder said: "The sacrificial light pillar of the Mi tribe is ancient and powerful. Now they are the only tribe that has the mind to prepare for this kind of ceremony." There was obvious envy in his voice.

Isa: "Does the tribe still have fireworks?"

The elder was confused: "Huh?"

Isa: "Let's set off some fireworks tonight. Let's set off as many as we can. We might never get the chance to see them again."

The elder opened his mouth and said, "Okay."

Isa looked towards the north and thought to himself.

A Ren, the situation is unstable and disaster is about to happen. Big brother cannot go to the City of Chaos to deliver gifts. Let these fireworks in the sky be a gift of congratulations from afar, even if you can't see it.

-

White Feather Clan.

The Great Wizard White Crow looked at the mirror melancholy.

Half of his hair fell out after the words came that day, and after returning to the tribe, he lost a lot more hair due to his busy schedule. If this continues, he will become the first bald wizard of the White Feather Clan.

Chief Baiyu expressed deep sympathy for this. He settled his people down completely and established a strong defense line. He then sent them hair growth ointment every day.

Even if it's useless.

The White Feather Clan leader apologized: "I can use my spiritual power to locate your scalp and precisely cut tiny wounds. I can stuff your hair into them one by one, and then quickly apply ointment."

"..." Bai Ya's pupils trembled, and he skillfully and gently rejected the kindness from the young patriarch.

"How's the defense?"

Chief Baiyu: "Well, don't worry. My talent can predict where to focus defenses, and the efficiency of utilizing our forces has reached 99%."

"In the Northern Territory, the Mi Clan still holds the most confidence."

He sighed and was talking about the succession ceremony of the Mi tribe.

Great White Crow Wizard: "They are just conveying hope to their people."

"But who knows, we might all end up in the city of chaos."

Chief Baiyu: "What do you mean?"

Bai Ya: "The forces in the Northern Territory capable of resisting the Sky Crack are now too dispersed, but no one wants to abandon their tribe and go elsewhere. I have already experienced the power of the Mi tribe's sacrificial light pillar last time. If we are ultimately faced with despair, the City of Chaos will be the place where our four tribes will gather again to resist the Sky Crack together."

The great wizard of the White Feather Clan inherited foresight and wisdom.

There was a deep and penetrating look in Bai Ya's eyes.

-

And the city of chaos at this time.

In the Central Royal City and the Central Enclosure, apart from the necessary guards, no other tribesmen are here.

All the watchtowers and forging towers were installed with moving crystals the day before, which could broadcast the scene of the sacrificial light column inheritance ceremony in real time.

This is the most important thing for the entire Mi tribe today.

Every member of the tribe, including the cubs and guards, put on their most formal clothes and waited solemnly for noon to arrive.

Residents from the inner and outer cities who were not part of the tribe also came out of their homes and watched silently the images projected into the sky by the moving shadow crystals.

They are also residents of this city, and the future leaders of this city are closely related to them.

The little red bear came out of his blacksmith shop, climbed up the wall with great effort, and pointed at the projection of the shadow-moving crystal with sparkling eyes.

It has long since gotten over its own troubles and can proudly say loudly, "That's my Congcong's best friend!"

Minister Yinsu is not here today as he is going to watch the ceremony of worshiping the Light Pillar. Congcong asked the minister to bring in the tail-shedding gift it gave to A Ren. It was a little nervous, but also looking forward to A Ren's reaction when he saw the gift it gave.

The scene in the moving shadow crystal is as follows:

The sky was gloomy, and there was no sun even though it was almost noon.

The wind in May in the City of Chaos was warm yet chilly. In front of the sacrificial light column stood tens of thousands of members of the Mi tribe, lined up according to the color of their tails, with the young at the front, the cubs in the middle, and the old at the back.

[Baby—Mom is here!]

[On such a big day as my son's succession ceremony, how could I not come and join in the fun?!]

[Dad Asulin! I'm here to support our son!]

[I love grilled fish, reward fireworks x10~]

【Pork Tenderloin Patty's Forever God Reward Spaceship X9】

【……】

The audience in the live broadcast room who usually lurk around suddenly came out to give gifts as if they were a group. The system was flattered and almost thought that there was something wrong with the live broadcast room!

These audiences are usually so cool and don’t say a word, or send a single comment, but at the critical moment, they are so cool!

It was so happy that it couldn't stop grinning. It was planning to have a birthday party or something like that later...

[Aren, charge!]

[Wow wow wow my poor cub, holding the succession ceremony at this time without any proper preparation (crying)]

[Wait! The crack in the sky won't appear at this time?!]

[Don't! With all the tribesmen gathered together now, if it really comes and we don't react, it would be a disaster, turning a happy event into a tragedy.]

[@呆萌小通 said that healing anime wouldn't create such a stir among viewers.]

The system once again came into play and promised: [Don't worry, it won't happen.]

This is indeed the case. Bai Ya's words are very reliable, and God seems to want to give Ning Ren a perfect ceremony. Nothing went wrong until the ceremony officially started.

[Relieved.]

[Family, the host of this live broadcast room is still trustworthy.]

The system's credibility among viewers surged again. With waves of donations, the ceremony slowly progressed.

The cold and dry cracks in the rocks are still mostly gray and black.

Pink muhly grass only bloomed in front of the sacrificial light column. It was the first batch of seeds planted, and the quantity was small. Perhaps it would take until next year for it to bloom all over this barren land.

Jie Lingyu dressed himself nakedly again and stood in front of the tribe with a serious face.

Simao has returned to his normal size today, with a silenced bird curled around his tail.

The elder of the clan stood face to face with tens of thousands of clansmen, one step before the sacrificial light pillar allowed them to approach. He tapped his cane lightly and said one word: "Enter—"

The queue suddenly split in the middle, with the east and west facing each other, leaving an extremely long and wide passage.

The pink grass waves swayed in the wind, as if they were respectfully waiting for the young leader of the tribe.

Asulin held Ning Ren's hand and walked slowly from the end. The father and son wore almost identical clothes and had similar faces. One could almost foresee what Ning Ren would look like when he grew up.

Ning Ren is a lively person, but at this moment his face was stern and he acted like his father.

He looked at the towering sacrificial pillar of light in front of him and the tribesmen on both sides who were saluting him and his father. For some reason, his heartbeat began to speed up.

He seemed so small in this vast world.

Asulin noticed that the cub's palms were a little cold, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or the wind around the sacrificial light column was too cold.

He gently squeezed the cub's palm.

Ning Ren looked up at him and met Asulin's slightly curved and somewhat gentle eyes.

It is the silent comfort from my father.

The child didn't say anything, but gave him a big smile. His sparse teeth that showed some light instantly destroyed his image as a young master.

He smiled briefly, then quickly put on a serious face again.

Dad has told the elders that he needs to be serious today and doesn't need to talk. He just needs to follow Dad.

One big, one small, one long, one short, they move forward step by step.

As they passed the back, the elders of the tribe congratulated Ning Ren with a voice full of vicissitudes but expectations:

"May our young master be wise and courteous, loyal, kind, and forgiving. Even if he inherits supreme power, he will still have compassion for his people. We, with our aged bodies, pray for the good health of our ancestors—"

The sacrificial light column flashed slightly, and the first crimson light flew out and merged into the mark of inheritance between Ning Ren's eyebrows.

As they walked through the middle, the youngsters and underage children of the tribe congratulated Ning Ren with joyful and tender voices:

"May my young master have smooth academic progress and extraordinary talent. When he inherits supreme authority, I will become the general defending the city! We sincerely pray to our ancestors to grant us a long life—"

The second crimson light flew into Ning Ren's eyebrows.

Momo, Xixi, and Yuanyuan were right in the front. They watched their little friends walk forward step by step, raising their chins proudly.

This is the boss they recognize!

They walked in front, and the young pillars of the tribe were full of vigor and vitality, smiling and shouting their congratulations:

"May my young master be a hero, a warrior, and a decisive warrior, inherit supreme authority, and forge a sharp blade. We are willing to serve as his vanguard, and pray for the ancestor's glory—"

The third crimson light flew into Ning Ren's eyebrows.

The mark of inheritance on his forehead became more solid.

Ning Ren only felt that he was more energetic, his mind seemed to become clearer, and his control over his mental power inexplicably reached a higher level.

It's amazing!

He looked at the sacrificial light column in front of him and realized for the first time the magic of this big guy.

The elder of the clan: "Return to your position!"

The queue stood facing north again.

A Sulin held Ning Ren's hand tightly, "Are you ready?"

Ning Ren nodded: "Yeah."

"Trust me, don't look down, just keep moving forward."

"good."

Asulin raised his foot forward and stepped directly on the void, as if there were invisible steps holding him firmly.

Ning Ren followed him without hesitation, taking one step after another, rising higher and higher in the void. He did as Asulin said, believing in him, not bowing his head, and always walking forward with his head held high.

The winding hem of the dress fluttered in the air.

They finally stood at the top of the second level of the sacrificial light column, a total of six meters high, looking down at the millions of people below.

"present--"

All the tribesmen knelt on one knee.

"My Lord will live forever, and my clan will be passed down forever—"

"My Lord will live forever, and my clan will be passed down forever—!"

At this moment, Ning Ren's eyes widened slightly.

A Sulin lowered his head: "A Ren, tell me, what did you hear?"

The child touched his chest in a daze.

He heard a lot, a lot of gentle, heartfelt love and blessings, as trivial as the breeze, warm, hot, and dense as if his heart was thrown into a hot spring.

Very comfortable.

The energy collection rate of the first stage has reached 87.89% silently at this moment.

Standing on the open sacrificial light column, you can hear the blessings of the tribesmen.

Ning Ren hesitated: "Well, a lot..."

A Sulin patted his shoulder and said, "It's a blessing, but also a responsibility."

"Dad will carry these for you first, but you will be on your own in the future."

Ning Ren thought that the leader was not as simple as he thought, but considering that he could eat red fruits at will, he could still agree.

He nodded heavily: "Yeah!"

He also caught the dilemma in the heart of the old Minister Yinsu among countless voices: How should he give Congcong's gift to the young master?

Ning Ren's eyes lit up.

He tugged at Asulin's sleeve, "Dad, is the ceremony over?"

It's almost over. Next, it's the chief Asulin's turn to say a few words, but it doesn't really matter whether he says anything or not. The tribesmen all know that he is always concise and to the point, so they skipped this process.

So he announced the end and the tribesmen could disperse.

There was originally going to be a dinner party, but given the current situation, in order to avoid unrest, it would be better for everyone to celebrate at home.

A Sulin raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?" He touched the child's head, "Whatever you want to do, you are the protagonist today."

Ning Ren felt relieved and shouted to the crowd, "Grandma Yinsu! Minister Yinsu's grandma!"

The tribesmen who had not yet dispersed immediately fixed their eyes on a strange old woman.

Minister Yin Su: “…”

Damn.

Minister Yin Su felt uneasy and asked loudly, "Young Master, what's the matter?"

Ning Ren: "Where's Congcong's gift?"

Oh, so this is what you want. Do you want it to be opened on the spot?

Minister Yin Su took out an iron box and handed it to the right inspector Jie Ling. He immediately felt envious of Congcong's little red bear.

Wow, this little red bear is so lucky that the young master can open the gift he gave him at such a solemn moment.

After more than half a month, Congcong's gift finally arrived in Ning Ren's hands.

The small iron box is extremely sturdy, and you can tell at first glance that it’s Congcong’s own handiwork!

Asulin: "Open it now? Will your friends mind?"

"No!"

Ning Ren knew that he couldn't go out to see Congcong now, but Congcong must want to see how happy he was when he received the gift. His father said that his current look can be seen by the whole Chaos City!

Then Congcong must be able to see him.

This is the best time to open the presents.

Ning Ren opened the iron box and a dazzling red came into his eyes. He exclaimed in surprise, then took it out and raised it.

A striking red cape with a sun embroidered on the back fluttered in the wind, becoming the most dazzling color of the sacrificial light pillar. Red capes are the style worn by heroes in storybooks, very cool and handsome.

When Ning Ren met the little red bear for the first time, he was wearing such a thin red cloak, but it was torn into two pieces by Asulin, who was still a bad father at the time.

Ning Ren had muttered this to Cong Cong many times, and Little Red Bear still remembered it.

There is a line of words engraved on the iron box:

A Ren, be happy every day, you will be the coolest leader, this is a cloak that will grow with you!

Ning Ren handed the iron box to Asulin for safekeeping, and then put on the extremely cool red cloak on the spot.

It's really a little handsome.

Asulin smiled slightly and took a step back. It was just that this cloak was a little small. The little red bear probably didn't know that A Ren had grown a lot taller after he shed his tail.

But the next second, the cloak that was a little short on Ning Ren suddenly became longer and fit him perfectly.

A Sulin was surprised: "This..."

Will this dress adjust itself to size?

The red cloak and the hem of the black dress were entwined together. The coolest leader of the future stood under the dark sky, with his eyebrows flying, and stepped on the edge of the sacrificial light column in a very arrogant manner. He was so dazzling that he really looked like a small shining sun.

The tribesmen smiled kindly and couldn't help laughing.

The cubs are always the cutest and purest treasures in the tribe, and their young master is the most precious of the treasures.

Xixi: "Taikyuu hot!"

Yuanyuan: "The boss is so handsome!"

Momo: "We also want a cloak that grows bigger!"

The images broadcast by Yiyingjing were shown throughout the city, and Congcong puffed out his chest with great pride.

No, he won’t tell other kids how he does it!

There is only one red cloak, just like A Ren, it is a unique existence in its heart.

It already knew what it meant that it could only live for twenty years at most. Moreover, under the disaster of the sky crack, it might be difficult for a weak race like it to survive.

So let this red cloak bear witness to A Ren’s high-spirited appearance in the future!