Chapter 156 Passing
How magical is this world?
It was snowing, windy, and people were wearing heavy animal skins. It was a cold world.
However, this world was full of green: green grass, green trees, and bright flower buds on green flower paths. It was a
cold world, but it was full of spring.
The two extremes collided together, creating a gorgeous scenery that the Fifth Xuan had never seen before.
Even with the film and television industry as developed as the world before the time travel, he had never seen anyone build such a world.
Cold and warmth coexist, and desolation and vitality coexist.
The two people and the turtle looked at the scenery in front of them greedily, but their focus was different.
The Fifth Xuan was attracted by the magnificent scenery and couldn't extricate himself.
The little turtle was looking forward to the roots of those plants. This was his hobby.
The sixth generation witch stretched out his hand and asked the last question of his life: "Who?"
His roar startled the Fifth Xuan, who hurriedly looked in the direction he pointed. That was the direction of the sea in the east.
The sea had long been frozen, and there were ice caves along the coast. Those were the holes used by the Fire Tribe to catch fish.
On the ice further east, a man wrapped in animal skins was walking towards the Fire Tribe step by step in the wind and snow.
He had an upright posture, holding a sharp wooden stick in his hand, and each thrust could pierce into the ice and snow to stabilize his body.
He looked at the Fire Tribe intently, and moved forward in the direction of the Fire Tribe unwaveringly.
"Who is he?"
The Fifth Xuan also asked the same question, but this picture was played repeatedly and could not tell him the result.
"Boom..."
The earthquake became more and more severe, the world was collapsing, and the Fifth Xuan could not care about these.
"Take the Sixth Generation Wizard and go quickly."
He said to the little turtle.
At the critical moment, the little turtle naturally did not hesitate. He bit the Sixth Generation Wizard's thigh, turned around and ran desperately towards the exit.
The dark spots of light behind him exploded one by one, and the pictures in the world collapsed and disappeared, and finally dissipated in the white world.
And the white world farther away was also collapsing, as if returning to chaos, looking like the end of the world.
The four claws of the little turtle rotated like wheels, and it stumbled forward all the way. This was a manifestation of panic.
"Don't look back, run faster, and don't care about anything."
The Fifth Xuan roared at the little turtle, stopping him from looking back from time to time. Such actions can only slow down the speed. On the verge of life and death, such useless work is completely redundant.
This time they delayed too long, and the dark shadows behind them were overwhelming and oppressive, which was really terrifying.
"Plop..."
At the last moment, the little turtle finally passed through the passage and flew out of the totem fire.
"It happened in a split second again."
The voice of the Wolf Totem rang out.
In the outside world, the words in the Wolf Totem's heart had just fallen, and the little turtle jumped out from inside.
"Witch..."
The sixth-generation leader flew forward and caught the sixth-generation witch who was thrown out in mid-air.
He hugged the sixth-generation witch, and the whole person was stunned there, because the sixth-generation witch in his hand was... stiff.
In another space, when the sixth-generation witch asked that question, he was already dead, and the little turtle was holding the corpse of the sixth-generation witch all the way.
"Woo..."
The bone whistle was blown, and the low sound spread in all directions. Many warriors silently took out their own bone whistles and blew them.
This is a funeral music, played for the dead.
The Wolf Totem was about to ask the Fifth Xuan about the future, and then she heard the Sixth Generation Chief blowing the bone whistle. She swallowed her words and said nothing.
Others did not ask about the situation in the Fifth Xuan. The death of the Sixth Generation Shaman made the aura of the entire tribe become suppressed.
"Call back all the warriors, let us bid farewell to the Sixth Generation Shaman together."
The Sixth Generation Chief instructed the warriors.
The Wolf Tribe warriors were more suitable for this kind of thing. They ran out in all directions to call back the hunting team.
That night, the funeral of the Sixth Generation Shaman was held. Many hunting teams that were far away did not have time to return.
It was helpless to send the Sixth Generation Shaman's body into the totem fire so quickly, because his body was collapsing.
Coming out of the totem fire, the Sixth Generation Shaman's body was stiff. The Sixth Generation Chief just thought it was natural, and every dead person was like this.
But when the Sixth Generation Shaman's daughter put on the animal skin for him, she suddenly found that his body was as fragile as a burnt branch.
In this case, everyone dared not wait, so they hurriedly held the funeral at night.
Although the time was rushed, the whole ceremony was still very solemn, and the Sixth Generation Chief personally arranged many links.
For example, he stood in front of the totem fire and talked about his respect for the sixth-generation witch, and then asked the seventh-generation witch to come forward and talk about the life of the sixth-generation witch.
The life of the sixth-generation witch was happy in his childhood, but quite tragic in his later years.
He was born in the era of the fourth-generation witch. At that time, the fourth-generation witch was already old, but he had unparalleled prestige. It was also the happiest time for the people of the Fire Tribe.
At that time, the surrounding tribes all submitted to the Fire Tribe, and many tribes respected the Fire Tribe from the bottom of their hearts. He was born at that time and was honored to learn from the fourth-generation witch for a period of time.
Later, it was the era of the fifth-generation witch. That era was relatively short, but full of blood. He watched the entire tribe decline all the way.
Betrayals happened repeatedly, and many tribes around him were dissatisfied. The entire Fire Tribe seemed to be in turmoil after the death of the fourth generation of witches.
Then, he entered his era, but the first thing he faced was the arrival of the Dragon Tribe. He barely managed to survive by cutting off his tail, and then returned with the Fire Totem, and was able to survive safely.
But then the Dragon Tribe attacked again, and he attacked angrily, but fell into the trap of the leader of the Spirit Tiger Tribe and was lured away from the mountain. When he came back, the enemy had been repelled.
His prestige also began to decline from that time, and the Fifth Xuan did not support his administration, so he finally had no choice but to hand over the administrative power.
His tragedy also stems from this. The two generations of witches before him both combined faith and power.
But when it came to him, power was completely stripped away, leaving only faith. The witch of the Fire Tribe had long forgotten how to be a real witch. In such a transformation, he must have been very painful, even desperate.
Fortunately, he did not give up on himself.
The cold weather and the pressure of the tribe's survival made him test and question himself for a long time, and finally made him realize the power that the previous generations of witches had not glimpsed.
So, he used this power to shock people and glimpse the future of this world.
"Your greatness will be spread to the world."
The Fifth Xuan looked at the sixth generation of witches who were slowly sent into the totem fire, and whispered to himself.
As his body entered the totem fire, Fifth Xuan also felt his soul. The black mist-like soul... unexpectedly became broken.
He entered Fifth Xuan's totem stone, waiting to merge into Fifth Xuan's power.
"You must be in pain."
Looking at the sixth generation of witch soul in his body, Fifth Xuan whispered softly.