Chapter 569: The City of Strict Discipline

In the divine court, the land, mountains, and cities all disappeared, leaving only the altar standing there like a tower to the sky.

This altar was not straight and sharp like a blade, but had three large platforms not far apart on top.

On the top platform, the Fifth Xuan stood alone, with a panoramic view of the entire area.

Next were the witches and leaders of the Fire Tribe who had obtained golden bodies, divided on the left and right, like yin and yang, like the sun and the moon, guarding the Fifth Xuan. Next

were the seven generations of male wizards and seven generations of female witches, and their two clones. Behind these four figures, the souls of the ancestors of the Fire Tribe gathered.

They also had golden light on their bodies, but the light was very dim compared to the witches and leaders, and their faces were unclear and their eyes were chaotic.

The Fifth Xuan's eyes fell on these phantoms at this time. They are the pillars of the Four Symbols and the source of the Four Symbols' power. The power that is lacking in becoming a god at this time is because the number of these golden ancestors is insufficient.

Under this platform is the foundation of the altar that spreads to the depths of the thick fog. It is deeply embedded in the thick fog and there is no end in sight.

Outside the altar, the eight totem pillars of Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, and Dui slowly rotate. The totem pillars are shining with golden light, and they are also injected with power by the Fifth Xuan.

Outside the eight totem pillars, there are a group of totem spirits floating on the thick fog. They are waiting for their totem stones to arrive in the Fire City. At that time, the Fifth Xuan will release them all.

The power of the Miao Totem and other Ming Totems has already given birth to a weak spiritual intelligence, but it is far from the state of being able to form a spiritual body, because they are still floating there in the form of energy.

"God of Fire, the Ice Bear Totem is not far from the Fire City. Do you want to go out to greet it?"

The voice of the Hammer Totem rang out, asking Diwu Xuan.

Diwu Xuan looked at him. He came here with the Ice Bear Totem, so he knew the distance between the Ice Bear Totem team and the Fire City.

"No."

Diwu Xuan shook his head and said.

He didn't want to be distracted at this time. Even if he went to the Human Totem, he would come and go in a hurry. He would only kill the consciousness in the "True Self" and would not even bother to absorb the power.

At such a critical moment, he would not allow any accidents to happen. Asking Ganymede to participate was also a disguised way to guard against the Ice Bear Totem.

Miao Totem was destroyed by himself. Although Miao Totem was the first to do evil and the contract was not triggered, Diwu Xuan still could not see the attitude of Ice Bear Totem clearly.

At this moment, things should be planned for the worst. Diwu Xuan still did not want to take risks.

He even thought about not inviting Ice Bear Totem to come, but he was afraid that the residual consciousness of the saint would prevent him from being promoted. At that time, he might have to use the method of Ice Bear Totem, so he had to invite him.

As for going forward to greet him, forget it. At this time, it is better to keep each other at peace. It is best to do more and make more mistakes and follow the procedures.

"Bamboo Totem, how long will it take for your totem stone to arrive?"

Diwu Xuan looked at Bamboo Totem and asked.

Bamboo Totem is now in charge of Southern Xinjiang. He replaced Miao Totem back then. As the general representative of Southern Xinjiang, he is also very important if the remaining consciousness of the saint needs to be dealt with.

"At most one month, at least more than twenty days."

Bamboo Totem gave a time limit, which mainly depends on the weather conditions.

If the wind and snow are stronger, the journey of the team carrying the totem stone will become difficult and the delay will be longer. If everything goes well, it will arrive in more than twenty days.

"Okay, don't worry, pay attention to safety."

Diwu Xuan instructed. Now everything is based on stability. Anyway, the ancestors of the Four Symbols still need some time to recharge their strength, and it is meaningless for them to arrive early.

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In the witch academy, Shao has become more and more confused. If a day is divided into ten equal parts, he spends six of the time sleeping, three of the time in a daze, and only one of the time awake.

He is aware of this situation, so he rarely issues orders. Even when he is awake, he tries not to act to avoid interrupting the orders of Zhao and Wei.

"Teacher, do we really need to temporarily drive the people of the Horse, Sword, and Shadow tribes out of Huodu?"

Zhao's eyes were hesitant. This was the third time the teacher had emphasized this matter.

The first time, he and Wei thought the teacher was confused, and the second time they thought the teacher was just repeating himself meaninglessly, but when he said it again today, they had to take it seriously.

Because the teacher said when he was sober that if he repeated something three times or more, even if he was confused, they still needed to pay attention to it, because it was something they cared about in their subconscious mind, and there might be risks.

"Qi Zhu, you go and talk to Yu, Ren, and Bo in person. I hope they can understand my painstaking efforts."

Shao nodded, his eyes still a little dull, but his words were powerful.

Yu, Ren, and Bo are the witches of the three tribes, and they are also Shao's students. It was he who personally sent the three of them to the position of witch, and it was also him who saved the three tribes.

But at this time, no matter what they think, Shao will not let them stay in the Fire City. Any hidden dangers must be eradicated for the Fire City.

"Yes, I'll do it now."

Zhao nodded vigorously, turned and walked out of the witch academy, and went to talk to the three witches in person.

After watching the photo and leaving, Shao waved his hand to his son and asked, "How is the Seventh Five-Year Plan going?"

"The population plan, cultural invasion, domestication plan, and textile plan will continue to be implemented. We want to suspend the military training plan. During the stage of the God of Fire becoming a god, frequent transfers of troops are not a good thing."

Wei came to his father and said.

Shao nodded and said, "You are doing the right thing, but there is a plan that you must join. If this is not done during my term, it will be a stain on the eighth generation of witches in the future."

Wei immediately treated it seriously and stepped forward to wait for his father to tell him his plan.

I listened carefully for a while but found no sound. I turned my head and found that my father's eyes were dull and drooling at the corners of his mouth. He was sick again.

Wei quickly picked up the linen cloth and wiped the saliva from the corners of his father's mouth. Not long after, Zhao came back.

"How is it?"

Wei asked while taking care of his father.

"They all expressed their understanding and there is no problem."

Zhao nodded and looked at Shao with some worry. Recently, such illnesses have become more and more frequent. No one knows from which day, Shao may become like this forever.

"Father just said something important. He said that a plan would be launched. If this plan is not carried out, it will leave a stain on the life of the eighth generation witch. But he didn't finish the plan, and he became like this. Has father mentioned this plan to you before?"

Wei asked Zhao.

Zhao frowned, thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "I have no impression at all. I don't remember the teacher mentioning it."

Wei nodded. He himself had no impression either. This was the first time he heard his father say it.

But his father was so seriously ill that he could still remember it. It must be very important.

Zhao discussed with Shao for a while, but couldn't figure out what it was. At this time, another government decree was sent up, and they needed to deal with government affairs, so they put the matter aside for the time being.

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Mang came to the east gate of Huodu, but found a long queue here. He followed the team in confusion, and when he approached the city gate, he realized that the road pass was being checked ahead.

He didn't know what the road pass was. He curiously communicated with the people around him, and then he learned that this was a policy implemented with the start of the military training plan.

At first, the pass was only used for mobilizing troops, but gradually, this policy was also used for bulk business or food shipments.

Before the beginning of this spring, the pass was only used in military and commercial matters, but since the news that the God of Fire was going to become a god spread in the beginning of spring, the Fire City began to fully implement the pass.

All travelers must have a pass.

The pass is made of bamboo strips, on which the user's name, gender, age, tribe, general appearance, and the purpose of this visit to the Fire City are written with totem power. As

the man spoke, he took out the pass and let Mang take a look.

"This must be your first time in the Fire City this year, right? Don't be afraid without a pass. Do you see that?"

He said, pointing to another team not far from the city gate.

"If you don't have a pass, go there and write down your situation, and then ask someone you know in Huodu to come out and take you as a guarantor. As long as you pass the review, you can enter Huodu."

Mang followed his gaze and saw many people writing or waiting there. Mang thought for a moment, thanked them and walked towards the line.

After waiting in line for a while, it was finally his turn. The man sitting behind the chair asked, "What's your name?"

"Mang, it's a grass radical, a dog and a 廾."

Mang wrote down his name in the air. The man took a look and recorded it on the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Your tribe."

"Grass Tribe."

The man was about to write on the bamboo slip, but suddenly stopped: "Grass Tribe? Are you talking about the Tree Tribe?"

"No, it's the Grass Tribe."

Mang replied.

The man frowned, thought for a while, shook his head, and said while writing: "I really don't remember this tribe. Is it a newly appeared small tribe?"

Mang didn't say anything, and glanced at the warriors around him.

There was only one team of people in the city gate, and there seemed to be two or three teams outside. It was hard to tell the number inside at a glance, but it should be quite a lot.

"What are you doing here?"

The man didn't care when he saw that Mang didn't answer.

The Fire Tribe Alliance would attract countless small tribes every year. He naturally wouldn't care about a grass tribe that didn't have a name.

"Be a witch."

Mang stopped looking around and answered calmly.

"Be a witch? Oh, you are a witch of the grass tribe. Are you here to register at the witch academy?"

The expression on the man's face softened a little. A witch, even a witch of a small tribe, is still respected in this land.

"If you think so, then that's it."

Mang responded vaguely. His voice was not loud, and the man didn't hear clearly. He just wrote what he thought on the bamboo slip.

"Since this is your first time to register, you don't have a guarantor in Huo, right? Don't worry about it. We have a policy to deal with it. As long as you..."

"I have."

Mang interrupted the chattering guy and said.

"Oh, yes, who is it? I'll ask someone to notify him to take you away."

The man looked at Mang, his fingers suspended on the bamboo slip, quietly waiting for Mang to say the man's name.

"Marshal of the Alliance, wait."

Mang said calmly.

The man nodded, stretched out his hand and wrote the four words "Marshal of the Alliance" on the bamboo slip, but then stood there.

"Who are you talking about?"

he asked in surprise.

"What I said is what you thought. You heard it right."

Mang said calmly.