But now that the altar is open, there is a lot of room for maneuver.
Thinking so.
Chu Mo pondered for a moment and then came up with a plan.
…
In the ancestral land, in front of an ancient temple.
Many primitive ancient snakes were waiting in line. At the front, two elders of the primitive ancient snakes were manipulating a stone pillar and testing the talents of each of their descendants.
"A god-level talent, unqualified!"
An elder of the Divine Lord looked at the light on the stone pillar and said indifferently.
Hearing this.
A young primitive ancient snake next to it suddenly changed its expression and showed a look of loss.
"Next."
The elder shouted.
The primitive ancient snake did not dare to stay any longer. After paying its respects, it left in a daze.
The primitive altar is the most important heritage of the ethnic group.
If one is chosen to enter and absorb the original energy, he will have the opportunity to change his fate and become the most respected young genius in the tribe.
These young primitive ancient snakes all want to use this opportunity to change the future.
But unfortunately.
In order to be selected, the minimum requirement is to have a saint-level talent, which is too difficult!
In each selection, only one or two lucky people have the opportunity to enter, and the vast majority of young primitive ancient snakes do not have this opportunity.
As one primitive ancient snake after another was selected and then failed, more and more people showed lost expressions, and those tribesmen who were waiting for selection became more nervous.
but.
In this team, there was one 'tribesman' who seemed quite relaxed, without any sign of nervousness at all.
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