"My name is Xuan."
Shao Xuan told the Shaman his name in the tribe. Now he could only see the bones, but he could not see the Shaman's facial expression. However, the Shaman paused after hearing the name, as if he was thinking about something. Shao Xuan knew that he probably did not remember it.
After a while, the Shaman said something, but he did not continue to ask about Shao Xuan.
"Well, you can stand with your companions."
Shao Xuan did not say much. He did not show any dissatisfaction on his face, but in his heart, he had already curled his lips. Did this old faker have a bad memory? Did he forget?
"Well, since you have awakened your totems and obtained the power brought by the awakening, then the first thing you need to know is how to use this power." The Shaman explained slowly.
"This is the turning point of your life. From now on, you are a real totem warrior. However, this is also a new starting point. How far you can go in the future depends on you. Do not be careless. You can stay in the initial stage, or continue to grow like those excellent warriors in the tribe."
When the Shaman said this, he especially looked at Chief Ao, indicating that this was a model for the young warriors.
As the Chief, Ao was naturally powerful, far more powerful than most of the warriors in the tribe. Because of the worship of power, many newly awakened warriors naturally idolized Ao, including this group of young warriors.
"As totem warriors, the first thing you need to know is how to find the source of power in your body …"
This was the main purpose of the Shaman to let these young warriors stay tonight.
"The source of power exists in your bloodline. It is just that when you are young, it has always been asleep. One day, when the time is ripe, under the call of the Flame Seed, it will gradually begin to awaken … Close your eyes, throw away all distracting thoughts, follow the power in your body, and you will naturally see it …"
The stone house began to warm up. Everyone sat down and closed their eyes according to the Shaman's instructions.
Shao Xuan did the same.
When his mind was empty, he found that a figure gradually appeared in his sea of consciousness. It was a pair of horns wrapped in flames, which was the totem of the tribe. In addition, there was an egg-shaped thing, shining white light, which wrapped the totem inside.
Egg-shaped …
"I see it!" A child could not hold back his excitement, and opened his eyes.
"It's a totem!" Another child cried out.
"I saw it too!"
"Me too!"
"…" Everyone scrambled to say one after another, fearing that the Shaman would misunderstand that they could not see the source of power, and that they would be regarded as stupid totem warriors with no growth potential.
The shaman looked around and found that most of the children could find their source of power, except for …
"Xuan, have you found it?"
As soon as the Shaman spoke, all the other children immediately looked over.
When they were chatting with each other, Sai had told them that Xuan came from a cave at the foot of the mountain. After the Snow Festival, he was only ten years old. Generally speaking, only a few people in the tribe could awaken their power at this age, and most of them lived near the top of the mountain. They were the descendants of some powerful warriors in the tribe. There was also a saying in the tribe that the earlier one awakened, the more potential one had, and the higher the chance of becoming a powerful warrior like the Chief.
Before that, before the end of winter, when they were chosen to stay by the Shaman, the youngest one was Mao, the eldest grandson of the Shaman.
Chief Ao's usual hunting weapon was a spear. Countless prey had fallen under his spear, and this spear also represented Ao's countless glorious deeds. Many people in the tribe knew about it. According to the tribe's saying, the Chief gave the name of his weapon to his first grandson, which meant a lot. Obviously, he had high hopes for this grandson.
However, it was clear that in this sacrificial ceremony, the most outstanding one was not Mao, who was recognized as having the greatest potential, but Shao Xuan, who suddenly rose up and was only discovered in the middle of the ceremony.
Mao's face was gloomy all the time, especially when he looked at Shao Xuan, with obvious provocation in his eyes, as if he could not wait to fight with him first.
Unfortunately, Shao Xuan could only see the skeleton, and could not see the expression on Mao's face at all. As for the provocation in his eyes, it was completely wasted, as if he was throwing it to a blind man.
Hearing the Shaman's question, Mao also stared at Shao Xuan, expecting Shao Xuan to say "no", so that Shao Xuan would definitely be laughed at by everyone.
Unfortunately, Shao Xuan did not let them do as they wished.
Hearing the Shaman's words, Shao Xuan nodded, "I also saw it. It's the same as the totem in the fire pit."
Since everyone could see it, the Shaman was relieved, and continued to spread the knowledge of the origin of the tinder to everyone.
While Shao Xuan closed his eyes, and looked at the egg-shaped object in his mind other than the totem.
Since no one else mentioned anything other than the totem, that was to say, this white "egg" was only seen by Shao Xuan himself. Based on this shape, Shao Xuan could not help but think of the strange stone he had held in his previous life, which could neither leave a mark nor be burned by fire.
The more he looked at it, the more similar it seemed …
If that was the case, then he had found the reason why he was different from the others when he awakened.
Speaking of using the totem power, the Shaman called Mao over to demonstrate.
"Give it a punch without using the totem power."
Under the Shaman's signal, a warrior next to him took out the stone slab he had prepared earlier.
Mao walked out with his chest out. Seeing his grandfather, the chief of the tribe, Ao, giving him an encouraging look, he took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and got ready. He shouted loudly, and at the same time punched the stone slab in front of him.
Bang!
A muffled sound.
The stone slab only trembled a little.
Mao frowned slightly, and stood still, withdrawing his fist.
Shao Xuan felt the pain for him. However, looking at Mao's fist, he found that Mao's finger bones were not injured, and there was no smell of blood. Perhaps even his skin was not broken.
This was different from the strength of the body before the awakening. From the flesh to the bones, every inch of his body had been strengthened.
"Well, now use the totem power. Again." The Shaman said.
This time, Mao's frown loosened, and he looked much more relaxed.
The totem lines gradually appeared on Mao's face, and at the same time, Mao punched again.
It was the same punching posture, and it seemed that he had used the same strength. There was nothing special about it, but it gave people a completely different feeling.
Bang!
The stone slab hit by Mao's fist broke into pieces.
The little warriors were eager to try it themselves. However, the Shaman did not take out more stone slabs, but let them practice here quietly to familiarize themselves with how to use the totem power.
After the lesson, the Shaman left with them. He had to take a rest now. Ao looked at the exhausted Shaman, and then looked at his burning palm. He thought for a while and decided to come back tomorrow to talk to the Shaman.
The Shaman, who was helped back to his stone house, lay down on the fur blanket. Under the light of the fire, he opened a roll of animal skin, which was recorded during the ceremony today. It contained the details of every child, including who started the awakening and who finished the awakening in the fire pit.
It also recorded Shao Xuan's information, including Shao Xuan's birth, and his current situation.
When he saw that Shao Xuan also raised a wolf, the Shaman tried hard to recall.
That seemed to be the case. No wonder he felt familiar when he heard the name "Xuan".
At that time, it was rare for him to go down the mountain to see how people were living at the foot of the mountain. He did not expect to hear someone talk about "raising", so he left a mark to prevent people in the tribe from hurting the wolf. He wanted to ask for more food, but when he went up the mountain, he was told that a kind of plant he had been looking for had been found. The hunting team brought back one. Since then, he devoted all his attention to that plant, and studied the medicine for nearly a year. When he finally finished the research, he did not even remember raising the wolf.
He did not know how the wolf was doing now …
At this time, Caesar, who was finally remembered by the Shaman, was squatting outside the cave miserably. Facing the cold night wind, he looked at the mountain and wished he could howl.
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