Chapter 8

In the shadow of Wushan, within the Wushan tribe, almost all the tribespeople were gathered at the center of the tribe, watching the group of initiates, the Lasu.

But at this moment, the massive totem figure floating in mid-air suddenly trembled, as if shivering, and a rumbling sound suddenly arose. The sound came so abruptly that all the tribespeople around were taken aback.

Grandpa's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he quickly moved forward a few steps. He did not look at the totem figure but immediately raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes growing grave as he did so.

At this moment, more tribespeople noticed the anomaly and looked up at the sky.

They saw that in the sky, black mists appeared out of nowhere, converging from all directions, quickly forming a huge vortex. The vortex was so large that it seemed to occupy half of the sky, enveloping the entire Wushan area. Even from a distance, one could see the strange changes happening here.

After the vortex formed, it slowly rotated, emitting a thunderous roar that echoed around. Within the vortex, countless arcs of lightning danced, intertwining with the thunder.

"The Ancestral Totem has revealed itself!?" One of the tribespeople in the Wushan tribe shouted, and immediately, everyone fell to their knees, their expressions filled with awe and fear, worshipping the sky.

The only ones standing were Grandpa and a few tribal leaders beside him. Apart from Grandpa, these leaders also showed signs of panic.

The vortex in the sky rotated faster and faster, and after a moment, it seemed as if a strong wind was sweeping across the land, completely enveloping the area around Wushan.

The totem figure floating in mid-air trembled even more violently, as if it could not bear the pressure from the vortex.

At this moment, on the other side of Wushan, there was another tribe of similar size to the Wushan tribe, called Heishan. In the Heishan tribe, all the tribespeople were shocked. Above their tribe, a ten-zhang tall totem figure was floating.

The totem figure was completely black, not resembling a human form, but rather a lizard. It was trembling continuously, as if about to collapse. Below the totem figure, an old man, thin and bony like a skeleton, wearing a coarse black robe, stood with a dark expression, deep in thought.

The same scene was happening simultaneously in all the tribes around Wushan, and even in tribes farther away.

No one knew what was happening, why the vortex had appeared, and even Grandpa of the Wushan tribe had forgotten about Su Ming, who had just entered the totem figure to worship.

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Inside the Wushan tribe's totem figure, a mysterious light suddenly filled the entire space, enveloping the area in an eerie glow. To Su Ming's astonishment, the totem figure, which had been motionless and lifeless, suddenly trembled as if it had come back to life, giving him the illusion that it had gained flesh and blood.

He could see that the totem figure, which had been fierce and terrifying, was now trembling violently in the mysterious light, as if it could not bear the glow.

The totem figure was half-human, half-beast, with its left hand holding a giant dragon and its right hand holding a long spear. However, in its trembling, the primitive and savage aura it emitted changed, revealing a hint of fear that Su Ming was unsure was real or just an illusion.

Su Ming's mind was blank. He did not know what was happening or why it was happening. He stood there, stunned.

His entire body was also enveloped in the mysterious light from the neck fragment, seemingly merging with the space around him. As the light grew brighter, in just a moment, the world inside the totem figure had turned completely dark.

Su Ming felt a loud boom in his head, as if an invisible force had broken through some barrier, causing his body to tremble. In his mind, a strange scene appeared.

It was a vast, desolate land, and he seemed to be floating in the air, looking down. In his view, there were nearly a million people on the ground, stretching as far as the eye could see, seemingly endless.

"Where... is this..." Su Ming murmured, the scene leaving him in shock and his mind blank.

These people were divided into two camps, all kneeling on the ground, worshipping the sky. The sound of drums echoed through the air, forming a wave that touched the soul, making everyone who heard it feel a jolt in their hearts.

In the air, Su Ming saw nearly a hundred giant totem figures, each different, emitting a primitive and savage aura, their bodies seeming to have flesh and blood, as if they were alive.

They were also kneeling, worshipping the sky!

Su Ming instinctively looked up and saw...

At the highest point in the sky, there were two towering figures. Their faces were unclear, but just one glance made Su Ming feel as if he had seen the might of heaven, as if he had become an ant.

They were like true deities!

One of them had long purple hair. He raised his right hand and waved it towards the sky, and immediately, the world changed. The clear sky turned dark, and countless stars appeared. With his wave, the stars seemed to be drawn towards him, forming a river of stars around the purple-haired figure.

The river of stars, pointed by his right hand, emitted a thunderous roar, rushing towards his enemy. From a distance, it looked as if the sky was collapsing and the river of stars was collapsing, as if the entire force of heaven was descending upon one person.

With a thunderous boom, the purple-clothed man suddenly lowered his head, his gaze sweeping across, and suddenly, he met Su Ming's eyes!

Su Ming's mind exploded, and he felt as if he was pushed by a powerful force, being forcibly ejected from this seemingly illusory world.

Su Ming's body trembled, and his vision went black. After a long time, when he regained his senses, he found himself still inside the totem figure, with no mysterious light around him, as if everything had been an illusion.

Su Ming's breathing was rapid, and his body was drenched in sweat. He quickly looked down at the fragment hanging around his neck. The fragment was black and dull, with only a faint warmth, nothing unusual about it.

"Was it an illusion... or the memory of the totem... Was what I saw just now... like the stars plucked from the sky, as described in the beast leather book...?" After a long time, Su Ming finally came to his senses from the scene, his eyes filled with confusion, his mind in chaos. After a moment of silence, he stood up and bowed to the totem figure again, preparing to leave.

However, as he began his bow, a faint cracking sound came from the front. A fine crack appeared on the totem figure's face, and as Su Ming continued his bow, the crack spread.

It seemed that the totem figure could not bear Su Ming's bow, and if he completed the worship, it would collapse. This strange scene made Su Ming draw a sharp breath, and he no longer doubted what had happened before; it was definitely not an illusion!

At the moment the crack appeared, a faint murmuring echoed in his mind. The murmuring made Su Ming's eyes light up with joy. This voice was exactly what he had been longing for, the method of cultivation for the Blood Condensation stage of the totem practitioners!

The totem cultivation method could not be passed down orally; the only way was through the totem figure. The existence of a totem figure was extremely important to a tribe, as it related to its survival and continuation.

When the murmuring stopped, Su Ming's body also disappeared from the world inside the totem figure, reappearing in the Wushan tribe. As soon as he appeared, he saw all the tribespeople, including Grandpa, looking up at the sky. His heart stirred, and he followed their gaze.

The huge vortex was still rotating, emitting a low hum.

"Su Ming, come to me," Grandpa's voice sounded in Su Ming's ear. Su Ming was uneasy, feeling that the anomaly in the sky was probably related to the fragment around his neck, but he dared not say anything. With a heavy heart, he walked to Grandpa and stood behind him.

After a while, the anomaly in the sky gradually dissipated, and everything returned to normal. No one asked if Su Ming's worship had been successful, as the lack of light indicated failure.

When the sky returned to normal, the remaining initiates began their worship again. When it was all over, this time, two children were found to have gained totem bodies at the age of sixteen.

These two children were taken away by Grandpa and would become important members of the tribe, learning some totem cultivation techniques.

The other initiates, with disappointment, dispersed. Su Ming remained silent, but his heart was pounding faster and faster. He wanted to tell Grandpa everything, but he felt that the matter was too significant, especially since the totem figure had cracked.

After hesitating, Su Ming walked to his hut.

Grandpa, wearing a coarse robe, glanced at Su Ming's back from a distance, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Returning to his hut, Su Ming sat on the wooden bed, looking down at the irregular black fragment on his chest, his eyes filled with confusion. After a while, he was about to take off the pendant around his neck but hesitated. He stood up and pushed a wooden frame against the door, so if anyone came in, he would have time to prepare.

After doing this, he sat down again and carefully examined the stone fragment in his hand.

"What is this stone fragment... It was found by Xiaohong. Probably the wind was too strong that day, blowing away some decaying leaves, revealing this object, which Xiaohong picked up..." Su Ming's heart beat faster, feeling that he had obtained some unknown treasure.

"The totem figure even cracked in front of it... I wonder where Xiaohong found it, and if there are more..." Su Ming licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement.

"I originally had no totem body and could not receive the totem cultivation method, but this object has given me a way to cultivate!" Su Ming took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and focused all his attention on the stone fragment.

He did not know how much time had passed, but he gradually felt sleepy, clutching the fragment, he fell asleep on the wooden bed.

The fragment began to emit a faint, weak light.

(Seeking support for the new book~~)

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