?But when they went in, they found that the great prophet seemed to be in a very bad condition.
The great prophet, who was already as thin as a stick, looked even thinner now, with beads of cold sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead.
He looked shaky and like he would fall down at any moment.
"Great Prophet!" the elders shouted wildly!
For them, the Great Prophet is their guide on the road of life and their spiritual pillar! If the Great Prophet falls, they really don't know what to do...
The great prophet waved his hand, signaling the dozen or so people to sit in a row.
"If what you see is true, I will be gone in less than an hour." The great prophet looked at the pitch-black night sky outside, which was the darkness before dawn.
Once the darkness dissipates, so will his last breath.
"No, no, no! No!"
"Great Prophet! Don't go!"
"Great Prophet! Please don't abandon us!"
The elders' faces were filled with fear, their complexions were as pale as snow, and even the clan leader was shaking with fear.
That's the Great Prophet... If the Fire Clan lost the Great Prophet, I really can't imagine what would happen...
The Great Prophet continued to smile, his smile warm and kind. He said, "Don't panic. After I'm gone, a new, younger prophet will naturally appear. As she grows up, everything will fall into place. Birth, aging, sickness, and death, the replacement of the old with the new, the cycle of time is nothing more than this. Why should you worry or be discouraged?"
Everyone's eyes followed the direction of the great prophet's finger and fixed on the small figure on the bed.
She was a little girl of only five or six years old, delicate and lovely...
"Xiaoju?!" the patriarch shouted!
Xiaoju is his granddaughter!
Everyone was puzzled: "Great Prophet! How could Xiaoju be a small prophet?"
"She never showed the aura of a young prophet before."
Facing everyone's doubts, the Great Prophet smiled faintly: "All this is thanks to Miss Su Luo. Because of her, Xiaoju became a little prophet. After I pass away, you will regard her as a prophet, and you will understand in the future."
Huh? Master Su Luo again? What kind of magical being is Master Su Luo, who could turn Xiao Ju into a little prophet?
The Great Prophet called them in. In addition to explaining Xiaoju's affairs, he also specifically instructed them: "After I pass away, let Su Luo take my body away. She knows how to deal with it."
In the Fire Source Clan, the remains of the Great Prophet were extremely valuable. How could the Fire Source Clan allow Su Luo to take the relic beads belonging to the Great Prophet? They must be buried in the ground.
After the great prophet arranged his funeral, he waved his hand and let his tribesmen leave, but finally kept Su Luo.
Even Xiaoju was carried out.
Only Su Luo and the Great Prophet were left in the room.
The Great Prophet looked at Su Luo with a faint smile on his face: "You haven't asked about Gong Xining's specific location yet, so you are not anxious at all?"
Su Luo smiled: "You have your own plans, don't you?"
The Great Prophet nodded. "Indeed, as soon as I gather the last bit of my magical power, I will be gone. Child, your not rushing me is the greatest respect for me."
Su Luo clenched her fists.
In fact, Su Luo knew how difficult it was to locate a person in a vast crowd. Even if Su Luo entered the realm of lesser god, he would not be able to do it.
And now, the great prophet's body has been broken to the critical point. The price he pays for finding Gong Xining's location is his life.
But when they went in, they found that the great prophet seemed to be in very bad condition.
The great prophet, who was already as thin as a stick, looked even thinner now, with beads of cold sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead.
He looked shaky and like he would fall down at any moment.
"Great Prophet!" the elders shouted wildly!
For them, the Great Prophet is their guide on the road of life and their spiritual pillar! If the Great Prophet falls, they really don't know what to do...
The great prophet waved his hand, signaling the dozen or so people to sit in a row.
"If what you see is true, I will be gone in less than an hour." The great prophet looked at the pitch-black night sky outside, which was the darkness before dawn.
Once the darkness dissipates, so will his last breath.
"No, no, no! No!"
"Great Prophet! Don't go!"
"Great Prophet! Please don't abandon us!"
The elders' faces were filled with fear, their complexions were as pale as snow, and even the clan leader was shaking with fear.
That's the Great Prophet... If the Fire Clan lost the Great Prophet, I really can't imagine what would happen...
The Great Prophet continued to smile, his smile warm and kind. He said, "Don't panic. After I'm gone, a new, younger prophet will naturally appear. As she grows up, everything will fall into place. Birth, aging, sickness, and death, the replacement of the old with the new, the cycle of time is nothing more than this. Why should you worry or be discouraged?"
Everyone's eyes followed the direction of the great prophet's finger and fixed on the small figure on the bed.
She was a little girl of only five or six years old, delicate and lovely...
"Xiaoju?!" the patriarch shouted!
Xiaoju is his granddaughter!
Everyone was puzzled: "Great Prophet! How could Xiaoju be a small prophet?"
"She never showed the aura of a young prophet before."
Facing everyone's doubts, the Great Prophet smiled faintly: "All this is thanks to Miss Su Luo. Because of her, Xiaoju became a little prophet. After I pass away, you will regard her as a prophet, and you will understand in the future."
Huh? Master Su Luo again? What kind of magical being is Master Su Luo, who could turn Xiao Ju into a little prophet?
The Great Prophet called them in. In addition to explaining Xiaoju's affairs, he also specifically instructed them: "After I pass away, let Su Luo take my body away. She knows how to deal with it."
In the Fire Source Clan, the remains of the Great Prophet were extremely valuable. How could the Fire Source Clan allow Su Luo to take the relic beads belonging to the Great Prophet? They must be buried in the ground.
After the great prophet arranged his funeral, he waved his hand and let his tribesmen leave, but finally kept Su Luo.
Even Xiaoju was carried out.
Only Su Luo and the Great Prophet were left in the room.
The Great Prophet looked at Su Luo with a faint smile on his face: "You haven't asked about Gong Xining's specific location yet, so you are not anxious at all?"
Su Luo smiled: "You have your own plans, don't you?"
The Great Prophet nodded. "Indeed, as soon as I gather the last bit of my magical power, I will be gone. Child, your not rushing me is the greatest respect for me."
Su Luo clenched her fists.
In fact, Su Luo knew how difficult it was to locate a person in a vast crowd. Even if Su Luo entered the realm of lesser god, he would not be able to do it.
And now, the great prophet's body has been broken to the critical point. The price he pays for finding Gong Xining's location is his life.
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