Chapter 243 Fire (Ten Thousand Words Seeking Determination)

Thick fog spread downward from the altar again, and the Gate of Wonders slowly appeared.

Everyone looked at each other, glanced at the Tai Chi on the door, and their eyes all looked in the direction of the Totem Pillar Shaman.

In addition to the Eighth Generation Shaman and the Third Generation Herb Shaman, there are only eight Totem Pillar Shamans who can be called Fire Tribe Shamans. Their eyes are focused here, and naturally they want them to explore.

However, before the eight pillar shamans can speak, a voice suddenly came, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

"I want to go in and take a look."

The one who spoke was the son of the sixth generation leader, the Totem Shaman.

His face was stern, and his eyes were fixed on the Gate of Wonders, without a single gleam in his eyes.

Everyone's eyes turned to the Sixth Generation Leader again. In the absence of the shaman, this matter should be decided by him.

Whether it is the three generations of herb witches or the eight pillar witches, their status is not as high as his.

The face of the sixth generation leader showed hesitation. He glanced at his son, and then looked at the expectant eyes of the pillar witches.

"Is this kid overthinking? He is a totem witch."

Niu Totem spoke and said to Diwu Xuan.

"But he believes in me."

Diwu Xuan didn't mind the identity of the totem witch. In his view, the totem was just a tool, just like the sun totem and the moon totem. What

he cared about was whether the totem could cause a corresponding reaction when it entered the Bagua space.

But he couldn't speak, and didn't want to make any expression. He just waited quietly for the decision of the sixth generation leader.

After some hesitation, the Sixth Chief finally looked at his son: "Okay, go ahead."

The Third Herb Shaman frowned, his lips moved, and finally said nothing.

The Pillar Shamans showed disappointment on their faces, but they did not dare to argue with the Sixth Chief. They could only hope that the Totem Shaman would not be able to open the door to all wonders.

However, they were destined to be disappointed. As the Totem Shaman stretched out his hand, the Tai Chi Gate slowly opened, and the Totem Shaman strode in.

"Think about what you want before you dance the sacrificial dance."

The Third Herb Shaman spoke from behind, reminding the Totem Shaman.

The Totem Shaman stopped, turned around and nodded to the Third Herb Shaman, turned his head, and strode into the corridor.

The Gate of Wonders closed, the corridor disappeared in an instant, and the Chuantu Tribe Shaman entered the Bagua Space.

In the mist, the Chuantu Totem Shaman seemed very calm.

He rarely spoke to people since he was a child, and he didn't like to communicate with others. He was silent every day, but he developed a character that

could not be startled in the face of changes. The Fifth Xuan watched him, waiting for him to perform a sacrificial dance to see if he could cause changes in the Bagua Space.

After observing the surroundings, the Chuantu Totem Shaman slowly danced the sacrificial dance.

His movements were standard, without a single mistake. Even though he became a Chuantu Totem Shaman, he had never missed a grand sacrifice, because his heart had always been in the Fire Tribe.

As he moved, the connection between the Fifth Xuan and him became closer, and that feeling of telepathy appeared again.

"Do you hope to... find the source of the Fire Tribe?"

Fifth Xuan murmured softly. He explored the will of the Totem Shaman.

This taciturn boy actually wanted to explore the source of the Fire Tribe. This idea really exceeded Fifth Xuan's imagination.

While he was thinking, the whole space began to vibrate, and then a light spot was born in the center of the space.

Fifth Xuan looked at the consciousness transmitted from the light spot and began to inject power.

Then, his soul seemed to go with it, and the severe pain made him roar in pain.

He originally thought that with the experience last time, this time would be much better, but he didn't expect the result to be worse than the last time.

His totem power was restored, but his soul seemed to be damaged. When transmitting power, it seemed to cause secondary damage to the wound, and the pain made him dizzy.

Holding back the feeling of dizziness, Diwu Xuan and the Totem Shaman stared at the light spot together.

The light spot grew bigger and closer, and slowly, the two saw the image inside.

It was still the mountain peak, and it was still the totem stone from the past, but the one who appeared next to the totem stone was no longer the second-generation wizard, but a short wizard.

The short wizard was really short and thin. He looked like a monkey, jumping up and down around the totem stone, which looked very funny.

It was the first time that Diwu Xuan saw this scene from a third-party perspective. Even though the pain from his soul was unbearable, he still couldn't help but smile.

The Totem Shaman didn't laugh. Instead, he took out a piece of animal skin from his arms, took out some dyes, and actually sat on the ground, ready to paint this scene.

Diwu Xuan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he wanted to see the source of the Fire Tribe. It turned out that he wanted to record everything.

"It would be good if I could record this scene. I would let future generations know that their first generation of witches was not as great as they looked."

Diwu Xuan thought with a smile while enduring the pain.

The appearance of the little witch in that world of light spots was extremely funny. If future generations knew about it, they would definitely laugh at him.

Diwu Xuan looked at the world in the light spots for a while, and then his eyes swept to the scroll in the hand of the totem witch.

His right hand was shaking rapidly. He was now very familiar with painting. With a few simple outlines, the mountain peaks, totem stones, and the little witch appeared vividly in the scroll.

He did not beautify the little witch, but just recorded everything he saw truthfully, which made Diwu Xuan happy.

In his previous life, he was full of disgust towards those who tampered with history. Whether it was beautification or ugliness, it would have an incorrect impact on future generations.

This made Diwu Xuan occasionally have the illusion of standing in front of a funhouse mirror to adjust his clothes when watching history, and he always felt very uncomfortable.

The first generation of witches in the world of light spots looked at the totem stone for a while, then picked up a sharp stone.

Diwu Xuan knew that he would cut his palm and write the word "fire". From then on, the Fire Tribe was called the Fire Tribe. Before that, the Fire Tribe was just a tribe without a name.

Just when the stone in the hand of the little witch was about to cut his palm, he suddenly stopped and looked outside the world of light spots, looking at the totem witch.

Diwu Xuan was slightly stunned and didn't understand why he stopped.

The totem witch also stopped what he was doing and looked at the first generation of witches in surprise, not understanding what he was going to do.

In the surprised eyes of the two, the little witch suddenly smiled, and then, under the gaze of the two, he cut his palm with the stone.

Everything returned to normal, but the Totem Wizard's movements completely stopped. As the little wizard slowly began to write the word "fire", he actually threw away the animal skin and looked intently at the world in the light spot. The

word "fire" is easy to write. Even if it is a pictogram, it can be outlined with just a few strokes. But this time, the little wizard wrote very slowly, much slower than his writing speed in real history.

He seemed to deliberately let the Totem Wizard see every stroke of his strokes.

Slowly, a fire word was written. He smiled at the Totem Wizard again, then waved his hand at Diwu Xuan, turned around and slowly disappeared from the sight of the two.

As he disappeared, Diwu Xuan could no longer bear the sleepiness that was sweeping over him, but the Totem Wizard just stood there blankly. Diwu Xuan was afraid of interrupting his thoughts, so he could only support himself with all his strength.

When people are in pain, time flows very slowly. Diwu Xuan was fighting against sleepiness day by day, while the Totem Wizard just stood there in astonishment.

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a moment, or maybe it took a long time, anyway, Diwu Xuan couldn't judge the specific time.

"Ah..."

The Totem Wizard suddenly let out a cry of sudden realization, and then his eyes became smart again.

"What are you saying, get out of here."

Diwu Xuan said tiredly, barely controlling the thick mist and sending the Totem Wizard out of the Bagua space.

"Buzz..."

The thick mist shook, and the Totem Shaman was already standing beside the altar. The people of the Fire Tribe let out bursts of exclamations.

Judging from the time, the Totem Shaman should have succeeded. People looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could also wave his hand and let the warriors have more powerful totem power.

However, they were destined to be disappointed. The Totem Shaman, who had just suddenly realized, waved his hand to salute the Fifth Xuan, and then he stood there in a daze for a long time, as if thinking about something. Just

when everyone was waiting a little bit at a loss, and the sixth-generation leader was about to step forward to wake him up, he suddenly moved.

It was still a familiar action. He took out an animal skin from his arms, then dye, and then... he was in a daze again.

"Wait a bit, maybe you will get some insights."

The third generation of the Herb Shaman spoke to the sixth generation leader.

He was the only one who got the magic from the Gate of Wonders, so naturally everyone should listen to him.

Although the Pillar Shamans were not happy that the Totem Shaman was the first to enter the Gate of Wonders, they were still happy if he could gain something, so they did not object.

Even they did not object, so the others could only wait quietly.

After about a meal's time, the Totem Shaman finally moved slowly. He dipped his right hand in the dye and waved his hand to apply it on the animal skin, but he stopped as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Seeing this scene, I don't know how many people wondered if it would ever end.

As a result, this time the Totem Shaman was not in a daze at all. He threw down the animal skin, took out his stone knife from his waist with his left hand, and made a strong cut on his right hand.

"Ah..."

Someone screamed in surprise.

Amid the screams of these people, the Totem Shaman strode to the thick mist.

At this time, blood dripped from his cut right palm onto the altar, but he didn't care at all. He stood in front of the thick mist and looked around, as if he was observing the animal skin as a scroll.

He stretched out his hand, raised it high and dropped it on the thick mist. The thick mist was stained with blood, leaving a mark.

But all this was not over yet. His hand began to move slowly, very slowly, and the blood in his palm flowed very quickly. As he moved, a blood-red vertical stripe appeared on the thick mist.

"What is this for?"

Someone asked the question in everyone's mind, but no one could answer it.

Slowly, his speed became faster and faster, and after just a few seconds, his movements stopped.

"Fire."

The Fire Totem Pillar Shaman stretched out his hand in surprise, pointing at the bloodstains on the thick mist and shouting.

"It's really fire."

More people spoke up.

The word "fire" was not because they knew it, but because they could feel the will on it at a glance. It was the will of the Fire Totem, which was once written on the original totem stone by the first generation of shamans.

After more than a hundred years, they saw this word again, which embodied their beliefs and represented the mark of the origin of the Fire Tribe.

A simple word, but I don't know how much blood and tears it condenses, and how much of the past it represents. The hardships of the rough road seemed to hit the most fragile hearts of the Fire Tribe people in an instant.

They thought of too much, they also experienced too much, but they knew that this is the Fire Tribe, this is the Fire Tribe that is unyielding and does not bow to fate.

They may suffer more pain, but they are not afraid, they will definitely go on more firmly, and greet one glory after another, until the end of the world.

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end of the second volume of Ice Age-