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In the first tribe, the largest stone building, Chief Feng walked onto the corridor on the highest floor.

He looked outside and saw that under the almost boundless sky, there were dense clouds and not a single ray of sunlight.

The poisonous rain with a strong pungent smell fell down, corroding the pitted ground.

During natural disasters, poisonous rain falls from the sky, and hot liquid falls on people, corroding their skin and bodies. Only temporary barriers or stone buildings can withstand this increasingly toxic rain.

He continued walking and opened the door. In the simple room, an old man with black lines all over his body lay on the bed.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the old man turned his head slightly, revealing an old face tortured by pain, and his eyes were becoming increasingly cloudy.

"Feng...chang." The old man spoke, his voice hoarse.

Chief Feng's expression remained indifferent, and he sat by the bed.

"Is it no longer possible? Great Elder." He said.

The great elder smiled bitterly and twitched the corner of his mouth:

"I... dreamed again last night. I dreamed that... your father, your mother, they were all looking at me with hatred... your grandfather... he angrily scolded me, saying that I did not properly safeguard the first place.

The majesty of the tribe..."

Chief Feng listened quietly and said nothing.

"Young Patriarch, I have always regretted it..." The elder stretched out his hand. His hand was completely black, and the skin began to rot, like a rotten black banana peel.

"...I regret that I shouldn't have been so superstitious about the oracle. Now, you have indeed proved that the succession ceremony does not require blood sacrifices, nor does it require pushing people into lava.

It is indeed my faith... that has made me ignorant all my life. I have become a useless person who relies on my elders. I have dedicated my life to Lord Baishen, but even Sissi, who is in league with the evil god, cannot stop me..."

He was coughing, his bulging belly seemed to be swollen, and there seemed to be twisted thread-like substances flowing under his skin.

This is a sign that the curse is about to become unstoppable.

When Su Ming'an and Xi Boer left the stone castle, the Great Elder tried his best to stop them, but to no avail. Suddenly, he became sick, and the curse in his body expanded rapidly, spreading to his entire body.

The curse is a time bomb in the body of the Skylanders. When it's time to explode, no one can stop it.

Watching others die at scheduled times has become a numb daily routine for the people of Qingdi.

"You hold on for a while longer, don't let the curse control your body." Feng Zhang said: "Although the tools to suppress the curse are no longer useful to you, a strong will can barely suppress it. At least, I want you to see

The moment I won the final victory in the Hundred-Man War."

The great elder shook his head:

"I...can't hold it anymore. The pain caused by the curse is not only physical collapse, but also mental torture. The more I resist it, the more it will corrode my mind..."

"..."

The great elder's eyes became a little distracted, and his pupils gradually dilated.

His mouth moved slightly, and a very small voice floated from his lips:

"I still remember... what this dome looked like before Lord Baishen came.

Lord Locke...your omnipotent grandfather, when he ended his life, he was the same as me. Before dying, he took care of everything, then lay on the bed, let the curse erode, and waited for death peacefully...This is

The destiny of us people in the sky.

Fate cannot be resisted. The curse is a part of our bloodline. It is connected to the heart and bones. Only death can escape the shackles of this bloodline...

Unless you can really erase the evil god and all the curses and disasters he brings."

"Kill..." The great elder's pupils kept trembling, like a touch of lime floating in the bottom of his eyes: "...Kill Sissi, kill the followers of the evil god..."

Until his death, his wish was still to kill Sibor.

This wish took root deep in his heart, and even death could not erase it.

Chief Feng looked at him and said nothing.

The great elder suddenly coughed violently, and blood and black mud flowed down his chin.

"Today... you will inherit the position of the young patriarch. You still have a lot of things to do. I shouldn't leave you here..." The elder said, and waved his hand: "... you go.

Come on, let's go, stay away from me. The future of Qiongdi... is left to you."

Chief Feng turned sideways slightly, as if about to leave.

But before leaving, he glanced at the dying elder again.

"I went to the underground passage yesterday." He suddenly said this: "I... saw the ruins of a laboratory and found several family letters written by others."

The great elder opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes wavering slightly.

"'God-making plan'." Feng Chang said: "Lord Baishen...is it a product fabricated by outsiders?"

"You are the one who witnessed the arrival of Lord Baishen five years ago and saw him transform into the sky and die." The great elder stared at him: "You are the young patriarch of the sky, and you are the only one who can't

People who doubt the authenticity of Baishen.”

"..." Feng Chang's fingers tightened.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and stood up after a moment.

"I am leaving."

He took steps, one step at a time, toward the door of the room, and the ominous and cursed atmosphere behind him became heavier and heavier.

He knew that when he went out, he would never see the old man behind him again.

The Great Elder Feng Si Zewan, the strongest man in Qiongdi, maintained the dominance of the tribe for decades when the first tribe was in decline. He worked conscientiously all his life and lived for the inheritance of the tribe and the sacrifice of the Baishen.

But at the same time, this man forced Sibor to jump into the lava to worship the gods five years ago, indirectly killing his parents and ruining his family's happiness.

He hated the old man, but he couldn't punish him. He was even grateful for the other man's protection.

Now, dying under the curse is the end of this old man's life of foolish faith.

...This is the most standard ending for the Qiongdi people who believe in Bai God.

A sacrificial crown appeared in the hand of the chief. When important events of the tribe occurred, he needed to wear this sacrificial crown.

After the sacrificial crown like a bloody thorn fell on his head, he heard a hoarse, dry, almost inaudible sound coming from behind.

"...Feng Qiqi."

The old man's voice floated behind, with unspeakable bitterness and complexity in his voice:

"My whole life has been fruitless and mediocre. Apart from good strength, I have achieved nothing. I... still can't break that black wall, nor can I escape the fate of being a Qiongdier."

"But I don't regret it and I don't feel sad about it."

"I just want to ask you something."

"For my overly persistent belief...for my actions that indirectly caused the deaths of Si Ke and Chu Shan..."

"You...still hate me?"

Chief Feng closed his eyes.

He didn't look back, as if the person behind him didn't exist at all, he just stepped forward and strode out.

"During the natural disaster, it's raining poison outside." He said to himself: "I'm going to set up a rain-proof array."

Such understatement is like saying "remember to add some clothes".

After he said this, he heard no more sounds from behind.

When he turned back, he saw a large, transparent soul stone on the bed covered with mud and rotten matter.

He stared at the soul stone transformed by the great elder, as if he saw countless scenes through it.

The fire burning in his memory is still tormenting him to this day.

"It's not your fault at all, it's no one's fault." He said:

"...It was me who set the fire."

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"Ding dong!"

[The "Bai Shen" profession has evolved into the "Bai Shen (Gold Level)" profession.]

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["Emotional value" evolves into "emotional value". When you participate in events, inspire others' emotions, or even gain other people's beliefs, you will gain "emotional value". ]

[Now you will get a prompt every time you gain emotional value.]

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[Because you have obtained the authority of the "Black Lamb", you have gained the ability to master the "space barrier". 】

[(Space Barrier): Consume 100 emotional points to establish a spatial barrier. This barrier can block all natural disasters and curses. You can expand the barrier by continuously injecting emotional values. 】

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[When the special environment and dome are detected, you will receive additional bonuses.]
To be continued...