When Shao Xuan returned to the old land with Ao and the others, the place that was full of gravel and debris had been cleaned up. The decent weeds had been pulled out and the dangerous plants in the surrounding woods had been cut down.
As for the beasts, they had already run away. Many of them were in the pot.
The place where the fire pit used to be had been piled up again. It was almost twice as big as the one on the other side of the river, and also the size of the original one. As long as the underground fire vein was still there, the fire pit could still be restored to its original state.
The fire vein was left behind by the ancestors when they left in a hurry. It was a part of the fire seed. Perhaps the ancestors of Yanjiao left in a hurry because of the sudden natural disaster, but they did not expect that they would leave for nearly a thousand years. During these years, the fire seed that had left had never returned.
If they really wanted to move, it would take time to completely take the fire seed away. Just like on the other side of the river, the Shaman took a long time to take the fire seed away from the fire pit, and then spent a lot of effort to completely remove the fire seed from the fire pit.
Fortunately, now they were all back, and the fire vein was not completely destroyed.
Although the fire pit had been rebuilt, the fire seed had not been ignited in it for the time being.
The Shaman had to hold a sacrificial ceremony, and then ignite the fire seed in the fire pit to connect it to the fire vein.
The surrounding people had already started to cut down trees to build houses, and the strong totem warriors were carrying stones.
The Shaman stayed in the carriage and did not come out.
When Shao Xuan came back, Gui Ze was jumping out of the carriage with the processed herbs.
"What's wrong?" Shao Xuan looked at the wooden carriage and asked Gui Ze.
"The Shaman is in a bad mood." Gui Ze sighed.
It was not easy to come back here, and seeing the mess, it would be strange if the Shaman was in a good mood. Moreover, according to the Shaman's style, everything he saw and felt should be recorded in the Wu Roll, and passed down in the future.
Shao Xuan knocked on the door frame of the carriage.
"Come in." The voice from inside did not sound happy or angry.
It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. When it came to this old man, it meant that he was unhappy.
Sure enough, after Shao Xuan went in, he saw the Shaman writing on a roll of animal skin.
"How is it?" The shaman asked without raising his head.
Shao Xuan briefly explained the situation.
"Ao is right. We still need some time to catch our breath." The Shaman then asked, "Can you copy that stone pillar?"
"Yes. However, it would take some time. The stone was not easy to find, and it also needed to be excavated. Why don't I go look for him now? " Seeing the broken stone pillar, Shao Xuan didn't feel good. Two years ago, when he came here, the stone pillar was like a landmark. He even sat on it.
The Shaman shook his head, "No, let's put that aside for now. When the fire is ignited, the first thing the tribe needs to do is to go out and meet the returning wanderers."
When the fire was reignited in the old land, the wanderers who had left would come back. This was what Old He had told Shao Xuan.
"What about the time of the sacrifice?" Shao Xuan asked.
"Tomorrow night."
The time of the sacrifice was set. Now everyone had to prepare for the sacrifice as they had done in previous years. They took water to wash the stains on their bodies and clothes, and prepared the sacrificial animal clothes.
But this time, there weren't as many steps as there had been at the beginning of the year. They just needed to ignite the fire in the fire pit of the old land.
The next night.
After washing and changing into the sacrificial animal clothes, the Yanjiao tribesmen gathered around the fire pit, including the wanderers who had joined the team later. As for the wanderers outside the Yanjiao tribe, they didn't join in, but just stayed aside and watched.
In the sacrifice, the more important the person was, the closer to the fire pit. Even in a different place, this rule still existed.
Shao Xuan was the only intermediate totem warrior in the group closest to the fire pit.
The cart with the fire pit was already next to them. The atmosphere around was quiet and solemn.
The wanderers who were a little further away stared at the fire pit and didn't dare to say a word.
This was not the original mountain, and the place where they were now was not the top of the mountain. Looking around, in the distance, there were mountains around. In comparison, this place was at a lower place, and with the surrounding woods, it was not conspicuous.
Amidst the silence, the shaman carefully got into the car. After a while, he got out of the car with a small flame in his hand. However, this flame was twice as big as the one he had left the other side of the river, and it was still dancing in his hand.
As the Shaman approached the fire pit step by step, a flame appeared in the fire pit and broke out of the ground. Then, from the center of the flame, six fire lines were divided into six directions. Each fire line passed through the crowd standing around and spread further away.
The closer the Shaman was to the fire pit, the brighter the flame in the fire pit, and the thicker the six fire lines were.
When the Shaman walked into the fire pit and put the fire pit in the center of the fire line, a beam of flame rushed up to the sky, like a tower of thousands of feet. It was very eye-catching in the dark night.
The Shaman, who had left the fire pit, knelt on the ground with the others, and welcomed the reigniting of the fire pit with the highest ceremony of the tribe.
In the fire pit, the fire pillar quickly became thicker and spread to the whole fire pit. The rolling flame covered the rolling mountains in the distance with a layer of fire, like a sudden wonder of heaven and earth. The flame was all over the sky, but not a single leaf was burned.
Not only that, the flame in the fire pit spread along the six fire lines.
Each fire line was like a fuse, which led the fire of the fire pit to the distance in an instant. And the flame from the ground fire line was like a giant magic weapon that suddenly appeared in the world. It split the black night sky into six parts, showing an indescribable majestic scene of heaven and earth.
The wanderers on the edge suddenly felt their bodies shake, and their spirits were shocked. The surrounding momentum made them tremble, and they felt their hair stand up. They had never seen such a situation.
The fire pit, this was the power of the fire pit. It made people have an impulse to worship it immediately.
Only this kind of fire pit could drive away the ferocious beasts.
Only this kind of fire pit could protect the tribe and reproduce in this forest.
Shao Xuan watched the strange changes of the fire pit, and felt that the totem power in his body was surging with the rising flame, little by little.
Once, the totem flame in his mind was like a rootless floating object, drifting erratically. But now, it seemed to have found a support and a point to rely on. It was stable, and the flame was higher.
Since the fire pit and the fire line were connected, Shao Xuan felt that his body was in a state of extreme excitement, and the totem in his mind was also in a constant state of excitement. The totem power in his body, from little drops, became surging like a river, running endlessly in his body, as if it was going to come out from every pore. The totem patterns on his body became deeper and clearer.
His heart was beating strongly.
His blood seemed to be boiling.
All the emotions were ignited in an instant.
"Ah —"
Although Ao was still kneeling on the ground, his upper body stood up. He looked up at the "fire tower" in the fire pit, raised his arms high, and roared loudly. Because of the excessive emotion, his voice was obviously hoarse.
It sounded like he was venting, but also like he was calling.
The surging totem power, along with the boiling blood, bloomed, and rushed out through the skin of his body.
On his body, under the light of the fire, the sacrificial animal suit was shocked by the airflow around the totem warrior, and suddenly there were cracks on it.
The ground where he was kneeling was impacted by the erupting airflow. Gravel and dust flew everywhere, and the flying sand was quickly engulfed and swallowed by the raging flames.
After Ao, the team leader, the leader of the hunting group, and the hunting warriors also roared one after another. Their voices, accompanied by the light of the fire, echoed in the forest.
A sense of pride that they had never felt before welled up in their hearts.
In the heart of every Yanjiao tribesman, there was a sense of honor and pride as a Yanjiao. This sense of pride had never disappeared, and had lasted from the tribe thousands of years ago to the present.
They observed with their eyes and felt with their hearts. There was an invisible force around them, which made every blood vessel, every muscle, every bone, and even all the spirit quickly merged with this force.
Shao Xuan looked in the direction of the fire pit, listening to the roars around him. With a smile in his eyes, he roared with them, sharing the excitement with them.
The Shaman looked at the flames that filled his eyes. He looked at the familiar two-horn totem in the middle of the fire pit. Tears flashed in his eyes.
We are still strong, and we have never forgotten. Our glory is still there, but we came back a little late.
At the same time, in the Wan Shi tribe, the Wan Shi shaman and the chief Bian looked at the small flame in the fire pit with gloomy faces.
Not only the Wan Shi tribe, but also other tribes could feel it, especially the tribes in the central region. Those big tribes felt it most clearly.
The fire in their fire pits had been swayed because of this. Only a powerful fire could cause such a phenomenon.
Who was it?
In the whole central region, except for the few known people, who else could do this?
Many people were puzzled.
In a place farther away from the Ferocious Beast Mountain Forest, the Shaman of the Mang tribe stood on a high mountain in the forest, glancing at the large green forest around, and then looked in one direction, with a complicated smile in his eyes, "Those barbarians really came back …"
On the vast plateau, in the Feng tribe.
Old He looked at the totem patterns on his body that were clearer than before. His shriveled and wrinkled face trembled, and then he knelt down deeply in one direction. Drops of tears fell into the grass and seeped into the soil.
How many years had it been? Finally, it came.
Old He pulled his wife and grandson to kneel down. After a long time, when the totem patterns on his body gradually disappeared, he stood up.
The old lady wanted to help Old He, who had been kneeling for a long time, but was pushed away by him. Now he felt full of strength. Although he was far less than those totem warriors, he was much better than before. He could even carry a bucket without trembling.
Seeing that Old He was too excited and his body was still trembling, the old lady asked worriedly, "How do you feel?"
Old He straightened his back, holding his grandson who had grown much taller, and said loudly, "Hungry!"
The old lady, "…"
"Pack up, we have to go back." Old He said. He had met several Yanjiao tribesmen from other tribes during the trading time of the grassland tribes. They had agreed that if they could really wait until the day when the fire in the old land was reignited, they would team up and go back together.
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