Jon felt that his thoughts were getting more and more imaginative recently.
It was said that dreams were made up of one's own thoughts. What one thought in the day, one dreamed at night. Although when he joined the ceremony, it was not necessarily at night.
But it was almost time to sleep.
When he was thrown down from the sky by the old man, he had a new understanding of his strange dream.
It might be that Helga activated the ceremony, using the secret language in his mind that he had deciphered but did not understand to construct a new illusion.
But even if it was an illusion, this was an extremely advanced illusion. The feeling that the power gave Jon was almost the same as the traces left by the [Deep Blue Sea] in the Demon Immortal Castle.
In fact, the moment he was thrown down, Jon had suddenly thought that there was still a trace of the law in his soul that could communicate with all things. But for some reason, perhaps because Helga connected the ceremony to the [Deep Blue Sea], or perhaps because Helga added something extraordinary to the ceremony. In short, what Jon was experiencing now was very extraordinary.
However, he had no choice but to let the plot develop. Maybe there would be some gains? In novels, didn't those protagonists suddenly have an epiphany in strange dreams?
He felt that this might be a carousel before a person died. Maybe after he fell into the flames and was burned to death, he would return to the real space and wake up in the Dragon Soul Crypt.
Just as he was about to fall into the flames, the space changed and he appeared in a new place.
This was a broken space. Everywhere he touched was ruins. The sky above his head was not blue or black. Instead, it was red like burning clouds. It was as if he had not fallen into a pile of flames, but into the mouth of a volcano.
There was no one around.
"Have we arrived at a new place?"
He thought secretly in his mind.
The surrounding empty space was like a strange hell, except for the big black bird statue not far away.
"Big black bird? Is this the sacrificial space of the Xuanniao Tribe? "
Jon smiled and then looked away.
"Of course not, what are you thinking about, kid?"
A voice rang in Chown's soul. If his current body could be considered a body, then it was Chown.
Any communication would be much simpler once it was done without words and purely relied on the fluctuations of consciousness.
Jon immediately turned his head back. In the position of the large bird statue, the original statue had disappeared, replaced by an old man in a black cloak.
This old man was similar to the old man from before. However, the old man from before had a fierce look in his eyes. When he was not angry, he was not that scary.
However, the old man in front of Jon was very different. His black hair was carefully combed to the back of his head. His eyes were long and slender, and his black pupils were exceptionally deep. The way he looked at Jon was like a prime minister who had been in the imperial court for a long time. He belonged to the kind of person who could be seen to be scheming and astute just by looking at his face.
He didn't say anything. He just looked at Jon quietly, but it brought endless pressure to Jon.
Perhaps this was the aura. Jon admitted that he was still at a disadvantage in terms of aura because he was too young.
However, being young had its advantages. Jon held the mentality of a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. He cupped his hands and bowed to the old man in front of him.
"Greetings, senior."
His soul fluctuations spread out and he almost immediately received a response.
"Kid, which world did you come from?"
…
Since the departure of the gods, the cultivators in this world knew that the world was not unique. However, only the strongest were qualified to know the secrets behind the world. Most cultivators could only see the world in front of them.
As for why this Xuanniao old man in front of him knew of his origin, Jon didn't know.
However, he could ask if he didn't know.
The old man in front of him didn't have a kind face. He was very gentle when it came to teaching and answering questions. He answered almost all of Jon's questions. After Jon said that he didn't know where he came from, he didn't ask this question.
"I know of your origin because I have a way to confirm it."
The Xuanniao old man waved his hand and cleaned up a place. His soul fluctuations were concise and clear. It seemed that he was very confident in Jon.
"You have the power of the Xuanniao to protect yourself. However, do you know what the Xuanniao is?"
If I knew, I wouldn't ask.
Jon shook his head and acted as if he was asking for guidance.
"The Xuanniao's existence is the grace of fate to guide the gods in the future. It is a flying bird that follows fate.
Therefore, people who have the power of the Xuanniao can see part of the path ahead. They can also see clearly what happened in the past.
Therefore, this old man can see your origin. You have traces of fate on your body. This kind of existence is very rare even among the strongest in this world, let alone a young child like you.
Moreover, among the younger generation of the Xuanniao tribe, there are only a dozen people who have obtained the power of totems. This old man remembers every one of them.
Do you understand what this old man is saying to you? "
Jon nodded embarrassedly. He had forgotten that he was in the main camp of the Xuanniao tribe. How could they not know how many people here had obtained the power of totems?
Although everyone came in contact with different things, under Helga's guidance, Jon still knew that no matter what world it was, the higher the level of totems, the stricter the requirements for the person to bear the power. Therefore, it would lead to a situation where there were few people in some tribes and no successors. Although the Xuanniao tribe had not reached that level yet, the uniqueness of this kind of power was still not something that many people could possess.
In a tribe, it was already very impressive to have a dozen people who could become the successor of the Xuanniao and have the opportunity to see the past and future.
"Yes, I understand. However, you have been talking for so long and still haven't told me who you are."
"Oh, oh, that's right. This old man is the current Grand Tomb Chancellor of the Shang Kingdom. I am also the current High Priest of the Xuanniao tribe in this world."
"Wait, Shang Kingdom? So, this is actually Shang Kingdom? "
Jon blurted out. This time, he was naturally speaking Chinese. After all, he was especially shocked and spoke the language that he was most familiar with.
"The Xuanniao descended to give birth to Shang Kingdom?"
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