Thirtieth place, that's not bad. Not bad my ass!
Thirtieth among the fire tribe's thirty-six clans was already the worst of the worst. How dare they call themselves the fire tribe when they couldn't even squeeze into the top ten?
Jiang Wang asked as calmly as possible, "How many tribes are there on the void continent?"
"How can we say for sure?" Qing Huo Qiming actually sounded quite proud. "Our void continent is vast and boundless, and there are countless tribes."
"Didn't you say only a hundred tribes would compete?" Jiang Wang's tone grew increasingly helpless.
"That's because only the top hundred tribes are qualified to enter the Life and Death Chess." Qing Huo Qiming waved his hand. "You don't even know how big the void continent is!"
Jiang Wang asked faintly, "Then what's your rank among the hundred tribes in the Life and Death Chess?"
He comforted himself. Maybe the fire tribe's thirty-six clans were all especially strong? It wasn't impossible for them to enter the top hundred. Maybe, maybe, maybe, they had a chance, right?
He really wasn't someone who was good at lying to himself.
"Uh." Qing Huo Qiming felt awkward at this point. He chose his words carefully and said, "With you as the chess master, we should be able to get into the top ten or so …"
You won't even be able to get into the top ten without me, right?
Jiang Wang had thought that he would be able to jump out of a giant pit with his strength.
However, he discovered that this was a goddamn abyss after jumping down!
"Enough." Jiang Wang sighed. "Where are the chess players, chess masters, and pawns you prepared for me? We need to start training them now. We need to get used to each other first. "
Martial artists who hadn't reached the transcendent realm might be able to display extraordinary combat strength when combined with troops and formations. They could be considered a helping hand in the Life and Death Chess.
Just as Chung Geng Sheng had said, everyone had their uses.
"This …" Qing Huo Qiming changed the topic abruptly. "Let's go and select the generals first?"
Jiang Wang understood.
They hadn't even prepared the chess players, chess masters, and pawns.
So they were counting on the "star generals" to succeed?
Just how ambitious was the Qing Huo Tribe?
"Hurry up!" Jiang Wang said angrily.
"Hurry up, hurry up." Qinhuo Qi Ming hurriedly coaxed, "Come, let's go to the Fire Temple."
…
The 'tattoo' was the 'tattoo', and it was the first step to give totem power.
To put it simply, he had to tattoo the Fire Totem of the Qing Huo Tribe onto his body. Then, the Sorcerer Priest would use his own totem power as a guide to inject totem power into it.
The Fire Shrine was a building owned by all thirty-six fire tribes on the void continent. It was the clan's most important location and the residence of the shaman.
Jiang Wang was cautious about the new power system of totem power. He was unwilling to accept it directly.
Even if it was a previously unknown power system, it might be able to bring him new power.
After communicating with Qing Huo Qiming and seeing the 'fire totem' on a few people of the Qing Huo Tribe, he finally had some understanding of the power.
If Jiang Wang had to make an analogy, the totem power was more similar to the runes of a formation. The principle was to draw upon external forces to form supernatural power. The difference was that formation patterns drew upon the power of heaven and earth, while totem power wasn't purely external. A part of it came from within.
There didn't seem to be any problems after understanding it. It was just a type of power with no meaning attached to it.
Even so, Jiang Wang still asked cautiously, "Can the totem be erased?"
Back in the Fire Shrine, Qing Huo Qiming had removed the exaggerated mask belonging to the Sorcerer Priest and placed it on the sacrificial altar.
His skin was dark, but his teeth were quite white.
There were no scarlet lines on his face. Instead, there was a flame-shaped tattoo on his forehead. It was scarlet in color and looked quite vivid.
The Sorcerer Priest was startled by Jiang Wang's question.
"Who would want to erase their totem? Normal people can't even ask for it! " Qing Huo Qiming only reacted after saying this. This person wasn't from the void continent and didn't have a deep understanding of totems. It was only normal for him to have other ideas.
"Yes," he replied. "But you still need the Sorcerer Priest to preside over it. Normally, the Sorcerer Priest will be the one to destroy the totem when punishing an evil clansman. It's not difficult at all, much simpler than bestowing a totem. Since the Sorcerer Priest 'borrows' the power of totems from the origin, he should be the one to preside over the 'return' of the totem. "
Jiang Wang nodded. "Which fire god does your Fire Shrine worship?"
Qing Huo Qiming said angrily, "We don't worship any god. We worship fire, we worship fire. It's just fire. "
So it was the origin of faith.
To those who worshipped the origin of faith, the so-called "gods" in the origin domain were more like "thieves" than supreme existences.
Asking which Fire God they were worshipping was almost an insult. No wonder Qing Huo Qiming was angry.
"My apologies," Jiang Wang admitted his wrongs. "I've just arrived in this world, so there are many things I don't know. I didn't mean to harm your faith. "
Jiang Wang's attitude was very sincere, and what he said was indeed the truth.
Qing Huo Qiming didn't want to bicker any further. He asked in a muffled voice, "Where do you want me to inscribe with you?"
Jiang Wang said, "The back."
"I'll go get some inscribing tools." Qing Huo Qiming stood up and walked into the Fire Shrine.
Jiang Wang had already sized up the Fire Shrine, so he couldn't help but take a closer look now that he had the time.
Most of Qing Huo's buildings were simple and crude, and this Fire Shrine wasn't luxurious at all. But whether it was the seats, the altar, or the walls, they were all painted with all kinds of strange fire beasts.
Some of them looked like sheep or dogs, but Jiang Wang was completely unfamiliar with most of the fire beasts. He couldn't find a single one that could match them.
Jiang Wang had long since known that the Modern Realm wasn't the only world. The Foresea Origin Realm, the Yellow Sea, and the unknown world that Planet Yinyuan illuminated were all different worlds.
However, the structure of this floating continent seemed to be even more peculiar.
He could faintly sense that if "worlds" were divided into levels, then the floating continent should be higher than the Foresea Origin Realm and the Yellow Sea.
This also meant that … the limits of this world's power might be higher than those of the other world. From this, it could be inferred that the strongest expert on the floating continent should be stronger than Grandma Irritating.
As the only priest of the Foresea Sacred Clan, Grandma Irritating should be the strongest expert in the Foresea Origin Realm apart from Yan Xiao.
Jiang Wang wasn't sure how strong she truly was. He only felt that she was unfathomable. However, a conservative estimate was that she shouldn't be below the Divine Advent Realm.
After all, Jiang Wang had interacted with Divine Advent Realm experts before. His intuition told him that Grandma Irritating wasn't weak at that level.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man with eight red lines on his face, Qing Huo Qiming, should be the strongest expert of the Qing Huo Tribe.
I'll have to test his strength if I have the chance. Jiang Wang thought to himself.
The lustrous and variegated world intrigued him and filled him with the joy of exploration. The collision of different power systems gave him a deeper understanding of his own cultivation.
Setting aside hatred and the pressure of facing worldly affairs, cultivation itself was the pursuit of boundless joy.
Back then, hadn't that child embarked on the path to study at the Chengdao Academy because of his yearning for cultivation?
At this moment, Qing Huo Qiming walked over with a black and red wooden box in his arms. He walked over to the seats and sat down across from Jiang Wang.
"Back to back, tank-back," he said.
Jiang Wang took off his shirt and turned around, sitting with his back to Qing Huo Qiming.
He sat very straight, his spine like a sword. The hilt rested on his waist and the tip of the sword pointed to the top of his head.
Qing Huo Qiming glanced over, ignoring all the battle scars. The first thing he saw was the blooming lotus flower of white bone where Jiang Wang's cervical vertebra met his spine.
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