Chapter 36 Persistence

The Fifth Xuan didn't know if he would die if he fell off the cliff.

He glanced at the sea below and felt that he would not die.

But so what?

Without the Fire Tribe, he was just an ordinary stone, sinking in the sea, and it was unknown how many tens of thousands of years it would take before he could see the light of day again.

"Maybe I will never see the light of day again in this lifetime, or... I will see the sunken Titanic."

The Fifth Xuan joked to himself, and his eyes once again looked at the hysterical third-generation witch.

"Don't be like this, you are still pregnant. It's not good for your body, and it's not good for the child."

He wanted to cry, really wanted to cry.

After traveling for so long and witnessing so much, he still had to say goodbye in the end.

He certainly wouldn't be naive to think that he would always be with the Fire Tribe. Just like the little witch, the second-generation witch and the big chief, everyone has his own mission, and the totem is no exception.

Everyone has to say goodbye one day. All good things must come to an end. It's just that this farewell seemed a little hasty.

"There are still many things to do, really. I can actually teach you to read and write."

"Haha, I can also draw abstract paintings that I don't even understand."

"I can play the guitar. Okay, I'm bragging. I can play the ukulele... but it's a small guitar."

"Actually, I want to name the baby in your belly the Fourth Generation Witch. Wow, haha, I'm so smart."

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"Boom..."

The world shook again. The Herb Witch handed the Third Generation Witch to the Second Generation Leader and held the round fire himself.

"Let's go... Let's go... People always have to learn to grow up on their own."

Diwu Xuan waved goodbye in the totem, and the shaking in his sight became more and more severe.

"Wuwuwu..."

The third generation witch rushed towards the fifth Xuan without hesitation. Even if the second generation leader held her tightly, he could not stop her from moving forward.

The fifth Xuan widened his eyes in surprise, because he found that the third generation witch was shining with a fiery red light, which was stronger than the light on the second generation leader.

"When did you realize it?"

The fifth Xuan asked in surprise, and then thought of the mother of the third generation witch.

That woman who burned her life to change everything and save the tribe when the tribe was in crisis, even though she was not a witch.

"What an unexpected harvest. Seeing you like this, I feel much more relieved. Let's go. It's too dangerous here."

The fifth Xuan thought, and sent out a grass-green force.

A large ball of grass-green force hit the third generation witch, directly knocking her forward figure.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The herb witch hurried forward and helped to hold the third generation witch, while explaining that this was the will of the totem.

"Yes, this is the will of the totem." The fifth Xuan responded in her heart.

The third generation witch fell to the ground, her strength slowly dissipated, and she fell asleep in tears.

"In the future, you must work hard."

The fifth Xuan took a last look at the tribesmen, and then fell down quickly amid the rumbling sound.

"I haven't jumped to the pole or dived in my last life, but I didn't expect to achieve it in this life. Hahaha, today I have achieved my wish, I have achieved my wish." "

Bang."

The fifth Xuan fell into the sea, and the huge pressure caused cracks to appear on his body.

"Ah... it hurts, it hurts..."

With a roar of pain, Diwu Xuan slowly passed out, and his body began to slowly sink.

The sea was surging, and the cliffs were collapsing, but the sea was quiet and silent.

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As the fire totem fell, the second-generation leader shouted a slogan to retreat, and everyone quickly retreated from the cliff.

Of course, some tribesmen who were too late fell off the cliff, and some were crushed by the collapsed cliff, but most people still retreated from the cliff.

They ran into the jungle, but still didn't feel safe, so they retreated again and again until they retreated to a place where they felt safe.

In fact, the jungle was not safe either. With the great earthquake, ancient trees collapsed and beasts fled in panic, which would cause harm to the people of the Fire Tribe.

But so what? It was safer than being on the edge of a cliff. Moreover, their leader was very powerful and could fight against saber-toothed tigers.

The Fire Tribe retreated into the jungle, and the earthquake continued. It was not until a long time later that everything returned to calm.

However, this was not the end. There were several more aftershocks, but none of them were as fierce as before. The people of the Fire Tribe huddled together in the jungle.

After the shaking stopped for a day, the people of the Fire Tribe dared to walk out of the jungle.

The second generation leader led his men to the edge of the cliff and found that the entire cliff had disappeared. Now the new cliff has spread into the jungle.

"Woo woo woo... woo woo woo..."

The Herb Witch found the second generation leader and discussed with him about re-establishing the totem fire, and this time the totem fire should be established deep in the jungle.

"Woo woo."

The second generation leader glanced in the direction of the sea and gave a positive answer.

The third generation witch has woken up, but she has no interest in anything, and she even ignored the establishment of a new totem fire.

The Herb Witch took care of everything on her behalf and ignited the fire in the jungle. The new totem of the Fire Tribe, emitting a weak flame, replaced the Fifth Xuan and began to guard the Fire Tribe.

However, he is not like the Fifth Xuan. He does not light a fire when the beasts come, nor does he hold up a larger umbrella when the rainy season comes.

It was no longer magical, just like the totem fire that the Herb Witch had seen before, it just burned quietly.

The sun rises and sets, and time will not stop because of pain.

Winter came, and the third-generation witch gave birth to her first child.

She devoted all her time to the child and fed the child herself.

The second-generation leader and the Herb Witch had no objection to this, even though she never participated in the sacrificial dance, they all acquiesced.

Because they knew that every time everyone danced a sacrificial dance in front of the new fire totem, the third-generation witch would carry the child on her back and go to the new cliff to dance a sacrificial dance.

Her sacrificial dance was only for the fire totem in the sea.

The child grew up slowly, which greatly comforted the heart of the third-generation witch and allowed her to slowly get out of the pain.

Three years later, the third-generation witch was pregnant again.

From this year on, the third generation witch began to take the two children to the cliff to perform a ritual dance. The herb witch began to try to persuade them, but the third generation witch ignored them.

The second generation leader never persuaded them. Sometimes he would also go to the cliff to perform a ritual dance, but not as often as the third generation witch.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

Sometimes, the third generation witch would tell her eldest son and youngest son the story before the fire totem at the cliff, about the little witch, about the big chief, about the second generation witch and the cylindrical fire totem.

Time passed quickly again, and when the seventh child of the third generation witch and the herb witch was born, more than ten years had passed.

Many tribesmen have accepted the Fire Tribe's stone spherical totems, and have even forgotten the cylindrical fire totems of the past, but the third generation of witches still insist on performing sacrificial dances on the edge of the cliff

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