Chapter 64: One Hundred Years of Solitude (III)

After a tribesman dies, his body returns to the totem fire and

his soul returns to the totem. This is a tradition and a kind of inheritance. The body of the old totem warrior of the Yan tribe was thrown into the totem fire. His soul, wrapped in a special power, slowly floated into the round totem stone.

Inside the totem stone, a weak spirit curled up into a ball. He looked south in fear from time to time. There was a terrifying existence there, full of majesty, as if it was born with control over him.

He awakened on the coast. At first, he was full of joy because the people of the Fire Tribe believed in him, which made him happy.

What changed everything was the awakening of the existence that frightened him. From then on, he worried day and night, worried that he would no longer be the only existence in the Fire Tribe, and afraid that the powerful existence would control him.

He was born with a yearning for freedom, and for this reason he did not hesitate to transmit his will to influence the people of the Fire Tribe to betray the third-generation witch.

He did everything he could, but fate seemed to have played a big joke on him. The more powerful Dragon Tribe attacked him, causing him to be displaced and lose his own tribe.

Fortunately, he came to the Yan Tribe and became the totem of the Yan Tribe, which made him happy. Only occasionally, he was still worried about the terrifying existence in the south.

Today he suddenly felt a little palpitation, thinking that it was the existence in the south that affected him, but as the soul of the old man entered his body, he suddenly realized that this palpitation was not because of that existence, but because of this old man.

The soul of this old man is wrapped in a special power... a scorching fiery red power.

"Om..."

The totem fire suddenly expanded, and the flame totem also burned. The grass-green power was being squeezed out little by little, and slowly dissipated in the air.

"Hot, hot, hot..."

The flame totem roared hotly in the totem stone. He spoke pure Chinese, with clear pronunciation but a slight local accent.

"It's burning to death, it's burning to death, what is it, who are you?"

He suddenly found that another existence appeared in the totem stone, and he was trying to devour himself, bit by bit with the power of boiling magma.

"Kill you, I will kill you."

The flame totem roared, concentrating all his strength, like the fifth Xuan at the beginning, forming a cone, and piercing into the newly entered totem power.

"Puff..."

With a slight sound, the newly entered power was pierced, and the Flame Totem immediately began to devour it.

"Ahhh... It feels so good, this is power, it is this kind of power, it will become strong, strong."

He kept muttering to himself, madly absorbing this totem power.

"Woo woo woo..."

In front of the totem fire, the Flame Tribe danced an ancient sacrificial dance. This is the most primitive sacrificial dance of the Flame Tribe, and it looks very similar to the original sacrificial dance of the Fire Tribe.

More and more hot fiery red power gathered towards the Flame Totem, making the power of the Flame Totem even stronger.

"Ah... I can't bear it anymore, my body can't bear it, I can't bear it..."

He screamed, feeling that he was about to break the round totem stone, and his power was suppressed uncomfortably.

"There must be a way to vent it, fire, fire, fire, I am fire."

As he called out, the last of the power of the Silk Grass Tribe was expelled from his body, and he felt that he could freely control the changes in his body.

Instinctively, he imagined the body of a primitive man, and then the power condensed into a human form. He stood in the fire totem in the shape of a flame man.

In the dark, a force grew from his body, and countless illusions appeared before his eyes. He saw the third generation of witches, the first generation of Baicao witches, the second generation of leaders, people from the Fire Tribe, the old totem warriors of the Yan Tribe, and countless phantoms.

"Om..."

Countless phantoms disappeared, and in an instant, he seemed to fly out of the totem and into the sky.

"I see you."

As soon as he went up to the sky, he immediately looked towards the southern seashore. That direction was where the Fifth Xuan was.

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The fourth generation wizard sat cross-legged on the Sun Totem Stone, and next to him was the newly brought back Moon Totem Stone.

The power of the Moon Totem Stone and the Sun Totem Stone made him feel very similar to the power of the Fire Totem Stone. He was fascinated by the power of the hot and cold.

Since coming here, he has been away from the Fire Totem Stone, and it has become a luxury to feel that kind of power again.

The discovery of the Moon Totem Stone gave him the idea of ​​making Tai Chi himself, but he had no idea how to make it.

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

The fourth generation wizard knocked on the Sun Totem Stone with the staff in his hand, signaling the Sun Totem Stone to charge the staff.

"Pa, pa."

The Sun Totem Stone did not respond, and the fourth generation wizard tapped it twice with the staff in dissatisfaction.

Still no response, the fourth generation witch shook his head, pulled out a stone knife from his waist, waved his hand and stabbed the Sun Totem.

The stone knife was damaged, but the Sun Totem was also damaged.

"Om..."

The Sun Totem suddenly emitted light, and then the totem power was charged into the staff. The fourth generation witch nodded with satisfaction.

Just when he wanted to teach the Sun Totem a lesson, he suddenly looked in the direction of the sunrise instinctively, as if something had changed there.

He looked at the other tribesmen again, but unfortunately he was the only one who had this feeling, and the others seemed to have noticed nothing.

"What is the change? Is it related to the fire totem? Is it good or bad?"

He kept thinking in his heart, but no one could answer his doubts, and it was even difficult to find someone to discuss with.

Since the rift between him and the third generation leader, fewer and fewer people can talk to him.

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In the trench, the sleeping Fifth Xuan suddenly woke up and looked north with surprise.

In that direction, a familiar existence suddenly appeared.

Familiar, yet strange, but he instantly called out the name of the owner of this power: football.

In the Fifth Xuan's mind, the name of the spherical totem is football.

"The little football turned into a human? This feeling is very similar to the dragon and the ice, but it feels a little weaker. Could it be that he has also changed?"

Fifth Xuan pondered and couldn't help but make a guess.

"The dragon should belong to the dragon tribe, and the ice should also have its own tribe. I belong to the fire tribe, and I don't know what tribe the

little football belongs to, but it has obviously changed." "I changed because of Tai Chi, and the little football changed... It feels like a ball of fire, is it related to this fire?"

"It shouldn't be. I was pure fire power for a period of time before, and I didn't upgrade like the little football?!"

The fifth Xuan suddenly made a bold guess, guessing that his own changes, the changes of the little football, the dragon and the ice, all belong to another form above the totem.

Higher than ordinary totems, but still belong to the totem system, just like when playing games, fighting monsters and upgrading, through certain methods, let yourself gain stronger power.

"My power is Tai Chi, the feeling of the little football is fire, and the ice is naturally ice. What is the dragon?"

Even though he has heard the fourth generation witch describe the power of the Dragon Tribe totem, he still can't use a clear word to describe the power of the Dragon Tribe, but it doesn't matter.

"If the totem can be upgraded... then this world will be too interesting."