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A few seconds passed.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The bird sounds grew louder.

Interspersed with the sound of many flapping wings, it sounded like a tide.

Tie Niu couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and cautiously poked his head out to look up.

He was stunned by just one glance.

By the light of the fire, he saw a large flock of birds, at least three thousand, forming a circle and circling above the mountain valley.

Tie Niu's mind instantly filled with questions.

How could there be so many birds?

Who did this?

"Awoo~"

A howl drifted over.

Tie Niu boldly stuck out his upper body and looked towards the sound.

He immediately saw many figures retreating from the fire and running towards the entrance of the valley.

Tie Niu gritted his teeth again, his eyes filled with hatred.

It was the people of the Qinglang (Azure Wolf) Tribe.

That howl was the wolf howl emitted by the Great Elder's Qinglang totem.

A second later.

"Chirp!"

An unprecedentedly loud cry instantly echoed through the valley.

A beam of white light lit up the night sky and rapidly swept towards a figure below.

"Awoo!"

Another wolf howl.

A wolf shadow emitting a faint azure light leaped up from the ground, instantly jumping over fifty meters high to meet the white light.

A trace of regret appeared in Tie Niu's eyes; he didn't think the white light could defeat the wolf shadow.

He had personally witnessed the power of the Qinglang totem in the previous battle.

The totem shadow of his own tribe's Great Elder had been torn to shreds by this wolf in a few moves.

The Great Elder himself had his head bitten off, and his body was torn into pieces.

In comparison.

The white light was so small that the Qinglang totem could probably swallow it in one bite.

However.

The following scene made Tie Niu's eyes widen.

Just as the white light was about to collide with the Qinglang totem.

The white light suddenly dispersed.

Transforming into four beams of white light.

They drew four arcs in the air and struck the Qinglang totem from different angles.

"Awoo~"

This wolf howl was filled with immense pain.

The wolf shadow fell from the sky and dissipated before it even hit the ground.

Tie Niu looked incredulous.

The Qinglang totem was destroyed?

The white light was so powerful?

He then saw the four beams of white light descending from the sky and striking the Qinglang Tribe's Great Elder like lightning.

Blood splattered.

The Qinglang Great Elder was torn to pieces.

Tie Niu jumped up from the grass excitedly and waved his arms vigorously.

This movement pulled at the wound on his severed arm, causing him to grimace in pain.

Subsequently.

The Qinglang Tribe panicked and fled in droves towards the valley entrance.

"Coo~"

"Coo~"

Accompanied by bursts of bird song.

One after another, light birds descended from the night sky, rapidly shuttling through the crowd.

Each time a light bird flashed, a figure fell.

After a few breaths.

There was not a single standing figure left in the valley.

Tie Niu was speechless.

Too powerful!

He stared blankly for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, his eyes filled with deep awe: "This must be the Totem Venerable!"

Tie Niu didn't dare to go forward.

He was very worried that the Venerable would kill him too.

Time passed second by second.

Tie Niu lost too much blood and was too exhausted, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by the cold.

It was raining.

Although the raindrops were not large, the rain was quite dense.

Although there was grass cover, Tie Niu was still soaked.

He trembled a few times and checked his wound.

Fortunately.

The bleeding had stopped.

At this moment.

Tie Niu suddenly felt a slight tremor under his feet.

He subconsciously poked his head out and glanced, and was immediately stunned.

He saw a strange wooden pillar, about twenty meters high, with three branches extending from the top, standing in the original location of the totem pillar.

Tie Niu blurted out: "Totem Pillar!"

The feeling this wooden pillar gave him was the same as when he saw the destroyed totem pillar of his tribe, but even stronger.

The difference was.

There was no such wonderful feeling of closeness.

This was enough to show that this was a very powerful totem pillar, but it was not the totem pillar of his tribe.

At the same time.

Tie Niu's heart was filled with doubts: "How could such a large totem pillar appear overnight?"

As far as he knew, totem pillars could never be transplanted, and from birth to growing to this size, it would take at least ten years of cultivation.

This scene in front of him really violated his understanding.

"Gulp!"

Tie Niu suddenly remembered something and couldn't help swallowing: "I have to leave here, otherwise I might be treated as a sacrifice."

Totem pillars would hold regular live sacrifices, that is, using people from their own tribe as sacrifices to increase the connection between the tribe and the totem pillar.

In addition, there would also be a large number of blood sacrifices, that is, using dead prey as sacrifices, and the prey included not only animals but also dead people.

Those people from the Qinglang Tribe who were killed last night were now all gone, undoubtedly used as blood sacrifice offerings.

Tie Niu glanced around again, revealing a hint of joy: "That terrible Venerable doesn't seem to be here."

He was just about to sneak away when his body suddenly froze.

Because he heard a bird call.

"Chirp!"

It came from directly above.

Tie Niu looked up and his heart sank deeply.

A dark bird was circling above.

It's over!

He's been discovered!

Tie Niu took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly, and waited for the judgment of fate.

"Chirp!"

The black bird called again.

Tie Niu miraculously understood the bird call; this call meant—go over.

He muttered in surprise, "Spirit bird," and honestly walked towards the totem pillar.

The black bird followed behind.

Ten minutes later.

Tie Niu walked within a hundred meters of the totem pillar.

His heart immediately rose high, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

Tie Niu felt very clearly that the ground was trembling slightly, which meant that countless things were slowly wriggling underground.

He unconsciously had a terrible feeling that he might be dragged underground at any time and become nourishment for the thorn pillar.

However.

Until he reached the totem pillar, nothing unusual happened.

Tie Niu breathed a slight sigh of relief, muttering in his heart: "It seems that the other party won't kill me for the time being."

On the other hand.

He had a deeper understanding of the power of this totem pillar.

Compared to it, the original totem pillar of the Tie Feng Tribe was more than a dozen streets behind.

"Chirp!"

The black bird landed lightly on the totem pillar and called out again.

Tie Niu understood what it meant: Use your right hand to touch the totem pillar.

He didn't dare to disobey and cautiously stretched out his right hand, gently touching the rough surface of the totem pillar.

In this instant.

"Buzz!"

The totem pillar trembled slightly.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap sounded in Tie Niu's mind.

The next moment.

Terrible phantasms followed one after another:

Countless black meteors fell from the sky, and a ferocious insect swarm army ravaged the earth.

Tribes were destroyed one by one, Qingyang people were reduced to food for the insects, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood could be seen everywhere on the vast earth.

Subsequently.

The turning point came.

Thorns broke out of the ground, blade trees emerged, and light birds flew all over the sky, beginning to strangle the insect swarm.

Everything eventually turned into a deafening voice: "The long night is coming, we vow to become the dawn!"

Then.

The phantasm disappeared.

The totem pillar reappeared before his eyes.

Tie Niu was stunned.

Countless questions popped up in his mind.

Was the phantasm real? Would the terrible insect swarm really come? Was the Qingyang race really on the verge of extinction?

Tie Niu instinctively refused to believe it.

But he vaguely had a wonderful premonition that this phantasm was a prediction of the future.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The black bird suddenly called out continuously.

This was a relatively long sentence:

"We do not practice live sacrifices, we do not bully, we do not kill indiscriminately, we only protect."

Tie Niu found it a little hard to believe.

In the world, are there really tribes that don't practice live sacrifices?

Without live sacrifices, how would the totem pillar grow, how would totem masters be cultivated, and how would the tribe develop and grow?

He unconsciously recalled the past, before he became a fighter.

For a period of time before each ceremony held by the tribe, he was worried all day long, fearing that he would be chosen as a sacrifice.

If there really were no live sacrifices, such a tribe should be the tribe that the Qingyang people dream of, right?

However.

The black bird said it too beautifully, no bullying and no indiscriminate killing; Tie Niu always felt that this was not true.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The black bird continued to call.

It meant: "If you are willing to join, bite your finger and drop three drops of blood."

Tie Niu hesitated for a moment and then made a decision—to join.

He bit his index finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and dripped them at the foot of the totem pillar.

The moment the blood landed.

Countless slender blood-colored vine threads quickly drilled out from the ground, absorbed the blood, and then retracted.

Tie Niu actually wanted to squeeze out more blood to express his respect.

But after squeezing out three drops, a little white light emerged from the totem pillar, touched his finger in the blink of an eye, and the wound healed instantly.

This guy was stunned for a moment, becoming even more surprised in his heart.

The totem pillar could even heal?

He didn't seem to have heard of any tribe's totem pillar possessing this ability before.

A few seconds later.

Tie Niu was shocked to find that he had a very familiar and close feeling towards the totem pillar.

This unusual phenomenon only indicated one thing—he had already gained the approval of the totem pillar and truly become a member of the tribe.

He smacked his lips and couldn't help muttering: "This is too fast."

As far as he knew.

If an outsider wanted to gain the approval of the totem pillar, they either had to sacrifice a blood relative or continuously drip blood for one or two years or even longer.

But the experience just now once again subverted his understanding.

Tie Niu began to feel that what the black bird said about "no live sacrifices" might not be a lie.

He suddenly remembered something and looked up and asked: "What is the name of the tribe?"

"Chirp!"

The black bird responded.

It was saying: Dawn.

Tie Niu muttered the words "Dawn Tribe" and had a lot of longing for the future.

He murmured softly: "At least this is a powerful tribe that will not be bullied by other tribes."

"Chirp!"

The black bird called out again.

It was saying: Go build a house first.

Tie Niu didn't dare to neglect and quickly responded.

*

More than a hundred kilometers away.

Cheng Han watched the "conversion" of the first tribal member through the halo.

He noticed Tie Niu's shock and chuckled: "Live sacrifice is a barbaric and backward method; how could I possibly use it?"

The wonderful connection between the totem pillar and the tribal members is quite similar to the power of aggregation.

He used the Minute Law to create a secret technique that easily accomplished this.

In short.

This experiment was very successful.

Cheng Han moved his mind, and the halo dissipated completely.

He smiled and muttered: "If the seeds sown blossom and bear fruit smoothly, this clone should be able to ascend to the divine throne."

The Minute Law was the first path to divinity he chose.

The world laws of the Qingyang Realm were the second path to divinity he chose.

Just then.

Cheng Han suddenly felt a sense and immediately performed a deduction.

Stars emerged.

A halo flashed.

The picture immediately appeared in the center:

As far as the eye could see.

There was only boundless darkness, as if there was nothing.

It was the void.

A few seconds passed.

A group of small black dots suddenly emerged from the darkness in the far distance.

Their speed seemed slow but was actually fast, and they soon arrived close by.

These were actually more than a dozen Void Eels.

That is, the insects used by the insect swarm to travel the void and find small worlds.

Their direction of advance was pointing directly at the Qingyang Realm.

The corners of Cheng Han's mouth curved up: "It seems that the Calamity Nest sensed the insect swarm imprint over there and decided to send a batch of worms to take a look."

This was enough to show that the plan was successful.

As long as the Void Eels went over, they would find the Qingyang Realm one hundred percent and would also collide with the Chiyan (Red Eye) Race's world.

Cheng Han looked up at the sky and sighed softly: "The long night is coming!"

In this world, due to the special nature of the world laws, the world will and transcendent power are highly bound, making it almost impossible for new gods to be born.

According to the deduction results, the existing Qingyang Race gods had already divided up the world will.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered: "To break this situation, the only way is war!"

"When a tragic war buries a batch of gods, vacancies will appear in the divine thrones of this world, and I will have the opportunity to become a god."

The reason for attracting the insect swarm was.

In addition to sharing the pressure for the Wanhao Race, this was another important reason.