He suddenly started coughing violently, and his little face turned red from the flames.
He covered his mouth, opened his watery eyes, and stared at the raging fire below. He saw innocent people fleeing in the sea of fire.
Some of these tribesmen were burned to death in their sleep, some fell in the smoke and never moved again, and some were cursed by the black fog at night and turned from living people into a pool of mud...
Men, women, old people, children... They ran in the sea of fire of death, crying and shouting, their loved ones fell down one after another, and everything before their eyes looked like hell.
The tribesmen who had worked hard all their lives now became fragile lives.
Feng Qiqi's eyes gradually became empty.
At this moment, a strong sense of regret eroded his mind.
...It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this!
He just set a fire and created chaos!
...Why, why is it the Fire Period of Natural Disasters...
He was standing on a high hillside, with children beside him. As the soul stones were exhausted and extinguished, some of them had already started vomiting blood.
Coco started to cry loudly, and a pair of jet-black pigtails kept shaking behind her head.
She felt that she was the one who caused all this by setting the fire, and she was the sinner who should be thrown into the lava. Why should the innocent Sissi be allowed to die? Was it just because of the so-called tradition and oracle?
Why do adults not know right from wrong? Will everyone become like that when they grow up?
As she was crying, she suddenly started vomiting black mud.
Due to the strong emotional outburst, the curse on her was detonated prematurely.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It's all my fault... It's all my fault..." She cried and cried until she could no longer make any sound, and mud spread out from every part of her body.
She looked at her dirty hands, then looked at the other children who were terrified of her, turned around, and rushed into the sea of fire, crying.
The flames engulfed her cursed body that was on the verge of exploding, and her cries were gradually drowned out by the red color.
Feng Qiqi stared blankly at her back as it disappeared in the flames, watched her playful pigtails ignite in the fire, and saw her slender body burning painfully in the sea of fire.
He watched it all in a daze.
He suddenly realized.
...He really does.
He did something that he regretted very, very much, a mistake that would make him regret it for the rest of his life.
He made everything go off track.
He forced his sister to be put on the execution rack ahead of time.
He made it necessary to carry out the sacrificial rituals.
All his actions, which were intended for a happy ending, led to the worst possible ending for everyone.
At this moment, without listening carefully, he knew that all the people fleeing in the sea of fire were saying in unison -
[Hurry up - hurry up and let the divine sacrifice ceremony be held! ]
[As long as we throw that child down, Lord Bai Shen’s anger will be appeased, and the sky fire will be taken back—]
…
They said.
The fire from the sky is punishing them.
Throw Sissi down quickly.
…
The scalding air rushed into Feng Qiqi's trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Listening to the cries of his people coming from all directions, he suddenly understood - a god who could not save them was not a god at all.
——Even though He was given the title of God, the Hundred Gods who could not protect them and had never actually appeared in person—were not considered Gods at all.
…after that.
He would no longer trust anyone who claimed to be the Hundred Gods.
"Feng Qiqi, where...are we going now?" a girl asked, her whole body shaking with fear.
Feng Qiqi turned around and looked at a dazed boy.
This boy rarely talks and usually laughs. He is much bigger than the others and has a strong build, like a muscular man.
A worn-out axe was leaning at his side, and he was counting the pebbles in his hand as if they were some treasures.
"Changsheng." Feng Qiqi called out the sturdy boy's name: "Can I ask you... to use your ability to protect them and send them out?"
"oh."
The sturdy boy named Changsheng responded blankly. He looked a little stupid.
"What about you? Qiqi, aren't you going to run away with us?" a kid with a crew cut said anxiously.
The situation was beyond their control, and all they could do was try their best to escape. As for saving people... they couldn't do it anymore, the fog was so thick that they couldn't even see the road clearly.
They have gone from being innocent to being sinners.
Whether they intended to or not, they did cause this disaster.
"I..." Feng Qiqi said softly, "I won't leave."
"You're not leaving? Then why are you staying here?" The crew-haired kid held his hand and said, "Let's go together! Your father is the next successor to the clan leader. If you leave, the elders won't come to arrest you by force!"
Feng Qiqi was silent for a moment.
The hot air poured into his trachea, burning his chest.
He could hardly breathe.
When he spoke, his eyes were red and his voice was extremely hoarse:
"…What about Sissi? What should she do?"
…
The children shut up.
At this moment, only the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods can calm people's anger and sorrow.
Whether it works or not, it must be done now.
It was this fire that increased its necessity and brought it to the fore.
They caused this result.
Since the elders couldn't catch Feng Qiqi who was hiding in the fire, they could only go find Xixi who was still living in the stone castle. Because both of them were the most talented people in the tribe, one of them had to be thrown into the lava.
It is estimated that at this time, Xixi has been taken away by the elders. After all, the elders have never appeared in the fire.
They should have headed to the lava outlet at the back of the mountain.
Feng Qiqi turned around.
The smile disappeared from his face. The moment he saw the disaster, he no longer had the energy to shout "I am the Dark Lord".
He did bring people what he called "judgment to hell," but it was along with his sister.
To him, this was darker than darkness, more painful than pain, and more terrifying than death.
He held the black knife in his hand and walked towards the back mountain.
"Qi Qi! Where are you going!" a child shouted.
"I'm going to replace Sissi and calm people's anger," he said.
He was once the one who hated the sacrificial rituals the most.
But when disaster strikes, he is most powerless.
He is the most pathetic.
He walked away from the crying children and into the fire alone.
The dark energy danced with him, the flames avoided his steps, and everything was cut open by the black knife in his hand.
——"The Obliterator" swung his blade.
All is open for His way.
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