Chapter 239 Exploration

"Boom..."

The thunderous sounds made many tribesmen who were sitting cross-legged on the ground look up, and they saw the swirling dark clouds slowly dispersing.

"Retreat?"

The Bull Totem looked up at the sky from the totem stone in suspicion, his heart full of doubts.

But what puzzled him even more was the state of the Fire Totem.

From his angle, the eight totem pillars on the altar appeared and disappeared, as if they had not disappeared.

Wrapping the eight totem pillars was a thick black and white fog that swirled like Tai Chi. He had only seen the sense of mystery from it in the Soul Tribe.

He tried to call the Fire Totem and inquire about the situation, but the Fire Totem seemed to be isolated from him and could not be contacted at all.

"Is this a success? Or a failure?"

He asked the other totems in confusion, but was surprised to find that after the death of the Wolf Totem, he seemed to have only communicated with the Fire Totem.

"I don't know."

The one who answered him was the Earth Totem, which was a mutation of the Sand Totem's fire seed. His voice was dull, like a rough man.

The Ox Totem pursed his lips in the totem stone with disdain and gave up communicating with other totems.

The sixth generation leader didn't know what was going on. After thinking for a while, he called up the warriors who still had the strength to dance the sacrificial dance.

After dancing the sacrificial dance twice, the warriors' physical strength was a little overdrawn, so he asked everyone to stop and wait.

On the altar, Diwu Xuan quietly felt the changes in the Bagua space. He was sure that he had entered the realm of Ming Totem, but he had not yet figured out his abilities.

This space was filled with black and white mist. The mist was white on top and black on the bottom, but there was white in black and black in white, just like Tai Chi, and it could rotate freely.

But in the whole space, there was nothing except the black and white mist.

Although there was nothing, this space gave him a feeling that it could produce endless changes.

He tried to produce changes several times, but all ended in failure.

"Where is the problem? What is the function of this space?"

Diwu Xuan pondered, controlling the black and white mist, slowly rotating, trying to understand his changes.

In his opinion, the space is very small, and he can have a panoramic view of the whole situation with just one thought.

But from another perspective, this space is very large, because his consciousness is running at a fast speed, but it cannot touch the boundary for a long time .

The coexistence of big and small gives him an illusion of space, which makes him very uncomfortable.

He knows that this uncomfortable feeling is just a lack of adaptability, which is not the most important problem. The main problem is: what can this space do.

The tribesmen outside are waiting, and everyone is looking forward to the ability of the Fire Totem after the upgrade, but he has been unable to produce results.

"If I can't find out..."

Diwu Xuan's eyes suddenly looked at the tribesmen under the altar, and a guess suddenly arose in his mind.

"Then what about them?"

This idea came to his mind, and Diwu Xuan began to try uncontrollably.

In order to let them in, there must be an entrance. Diwu Xuan controlled the entire space with his mind, allowing the black and white mist to slowly spread out.

In the eyes of the tribesmen, the mist on the altar finally changed. The

black and white mists merged together, like a strong stream of water, spreading down from the altar along the steps, and finally stopped in front of the last step.

"The door, let's use Tai Chi."

Diwu Xuan thought in his heart, and the black and white mist at the bottom slowly changed into a Tai Chi diagram, like a gate, standing in front of everyone.

"This..."

The sixth generation leader looked at the eighth generation witch in surprise, but he only saw confusion and stagnation in the eyes of the eighth generation witch.

"Maybe... you can touch it."

The third generation of the Herb Shaman said, and walked forward slowly, boldly reaching out to touch the black and white gossip in front of him.

"Om..."

The black and white gossip opened left and right like a door, revealing a foggy passage.

"Wow..."

The people of the Fire Tribe couldn't help but exclaim.

The third generation of the Herb Shaman looked back, and he saw the eighth generation of the witch swallowing his saliva, and saw the sixth generation of the leader paying attention to him, and saw the eyes of more people.

He suddenly smiled and said, "I'll go and take a look."

Just like his usual playful and unremarkable appearance, and then under the surprised eyes of everyone, he flashed into the foggy passage.

"Om..."

The Tai Chi-like door immediately closed, and then the long foggy corridor instantly retreated from under the altar to the altar, and entered the eight trigrams space.

The third generation of the Herb Shaman, who was supposed to be standing at the bottom of the steps, disappeared along with the mist.

The people of the Fire Tribe were surprised again. They looked at the rolling black and white mist, wondering what was happening in there.

The third generation of the Herb Shaman was no less surprised than them. He took only one step into the corridor and wanted to walk forward to the steps of the altar, but after two steps, he found nothing.

He seemed to be standing in a mist, which was black and white at times. He could not see anything left, right, front, or back. His feet were also stepping on the mist.

"What is going on?"

He asked around, but got no answer.

He didn't feel terrified even though he didn't get a reply. He walked on the ice with a cat and a dog. His courage had long been proven.

"Communication is needed."

Diwu Xuan sighed and said depressedly while looking at the Third Generation Herb Witch who was standing in a daze in the mist.

"The best way to communicate with the totem is to perform a sacrificial dance."

He thought, and filled the Third Generation Herb Witch with white mist, and then controlled the black mist to perform a sacrificial dance in front of the Third Generation Herb Witch.

The Third Generation Herb Witch looked at the black mist figure that appeared after the black mist faded away, and then saw the black mist figure dancing a sacrificial dance. He was moved and immediately danced along.

As the sacrificial dance was performed, the Fifth Xuan and the Third Generation Herb Witch seemed to have reached a kind of resonance at this moment, as if they could have a weak telepathic connection with each other.

"Magical world, then, what should I do next? Or, let him tell me what he wants?"

Diwu Xuan thought so, and began to instill his consciousness into the mind of the third-generation herb witch.

In this space, he has a better communication ability with the witch. As he thought, the third-generation herb witch immediately sensed this information.

The information was very vague, and he could only vaguely feel that the totem seemed to be peeking at the thing he wanted most in his heart.

"What do I want?"

This question made the third-generation herb witch a little confused for a moment.

He wanted to be a witch the most and wanted to return to his hometown the most. Both of these were achieved, but he seemed to have not really thought about what he wanted next.

Confusedly thinking, the third-generation herb witch fell into trouble.

He thought about his past, his curiosity about his hometown when he was young, his growing up and stealing the totem fire and sneaking out with a dog and a cat, and his curiosity about the Fire Tribe after arriving there.

Gradually, he thought about the Seventh Generation of Shamans, and their recognition and support for him.

The Seventh Generation of Shamans' help was crucial to his quick integration into the Fire Tribe.