In the towering stone castle, gauze curtains fall to the ground.

A girl with noble temperament sat by the window. The maid helped her tie up her long hair and tied white lily flowers into her golden hair.

She stood up slowly, her long white dress trailing to the floor, and she walked into the empty square.

The poisonous rain during the natural disaster period is still falling, and the corrosive liquid has penetrated into every corner of the tribe, even the first tribe here is no exception.

But the square where the succession ceremony is being held has been shrouded by a rain-proof barrier in the sky, and the poisonous rain cannot invade it.

There were people kneeling around to watch the succession ceremony. They were old and young, men and women. They all held their heads slightly high, silently reciting prayers in their mouths, and looked pious.

The saint arrived relatively late, and the succession ceremony for the young patriarch was already halfway through.

Smoked river fish, wild animal meat and other sacrifices were neatly placed on the altar, and a beating bonfire burned in the gloomy sky.

The young patriarch, wearing a bloody sacrificial crown and a black sacrificial robe, was already kneeling in front of the statue of Larsus, the Hundred God, and began to communicate with the gods.

Although the official statement of Qiongdi is that Bai Shen is dead, some elders and people still firmly believe that Bai Shen is just sleeping. On this important occasion, as the "Son of Bai Shen" who is most in tune with the aura of Bai Shen's relics, he

We still have to try to communicate with the gods according to the oracles of the past.

The poisonous rain was blocked by the inverted bowl-shaped barrier above, and slowly melted along the arc-shaped shell. The orange-yellow firelight danced on people's faces, reflecting between their slightly moving lips.

The entire sacrificial altar seems to be immersed in a peaceful and mysterious atmosphere. It is a solemn feeling that makes people unable to laugh and play easily. It is perfectly integrated with the ancient customs inherited from the past... For a moment, people feel as if it is really

There are gods watching here, wanting to bring blessings to the people who believe in Him.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Accompanied by bursts of dull sound of Qatar drums, girls with silver bracelets and women wearing black veils walked out of the queue of ethnic people and began to sing and dance emotionally. They sang soft words, and followed the

Heavy drum beats that beat like a heart beat together, colorful silk fabrics and bright silver ornaments are mixed together, soft and beautiful tunes are combined with steady and dull beats, forming a tribal-style sacrificial ceremony.

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The saint in plain skirt walked towards the high platform, while the young patriarch on the high platform was murmuring to the statue.

"Lord Larsus..." Chief Feng bowed his head and whispered the name of the Bai God.

As the "Son of the Hundred Gods", he should have chanted the praises, desire and piety of the Hundred Gods on such an occasion, and then successfully took over the position of patriarch, unleashed the full power of the Black Python's authority, and became an unrivaled figure in the world.

exist, kill other competitors, and win the Hundred-Man War.

However, at this time, he only felt confused.

Only yesterday did he learn the truth about Qiongdi. His ideas of more than ten years had been shattered in an instant.

"... Lord Baishen, you are a figment of outsiders, so... is my belief wrong?" he said.

His voice was very low, and no one heard him except the saint who was very close to him.

This was not something he should say when praying to the gods. It was completely different from the sacrificial language he had learned over the past ten years.

He was just looking into his heart and asking questions after he had worked hard to believe for more than ten years.

Is it really worth it?

His beliefs...his ideas...his vision of inheriting the tribe and spreading the glory of the gods to every corner of the world...are just things guided by humans.

So what is he living for in this life?

The saint in a plain skirt walked up the steps and walked next to him.

"You have betrayed the most ancient god Nine Gods Aira." The saint said: "He is your true belief, but you have been deceived by outsiders and have abandoned your true belief. You have made up the beliefs of outsiders.

The gods regard them as righteous gods, but regard your ancient true gods as evil gods..."

"How do you know this?" Chief Feng looked at the saint.

Logically speaking, this most foolish and loyal tribal saint who wanted to sacrifice her life to the gods would not know these long-buried truths.

"Answer my question first." The saint said: "You already know the truth, what are you going to do? Will you announce the truth and guide people to return to the faith of Nine Gods?"

Her pair of sea-blue eyes were fixed on Feng Chang, and in those eyes that were always soft, there was a firmness that made him feel unfamiliar.

At this time, the low-pitched sacrificial words chanted by the tribesmen and the loud and high-pitched chanting of the women filled his ears like cold wind.

His eyes swept over the golden statues, the candles with green smoke, the women in gorgeous clothes, the shirtless drummers, the elders with their eyes closed in prayer...everything he could see with his naked eyes

Sweeping through the scenery.

The sacrificial crown on his head made him breathless. He suddenly learned the truth at this critical moment and could not keep his inner calm at all.

The truth has been deceived, and people of foolish faith exist in every corner of the world, but Sibur, the only orthodox believer, is exiled as a heretic...

After a moment, he spoke.

"...That's it." He said.

"What?"

"The truth that is not worthy of being revealed should be buried." He said: "Jiushen's past has been forgotten by everyone. Announcement of the truth rashly will only cause everyone to collapse and rebound. The current dome is full of curses.

The weather is getting higher and higher, and the danger of the natural disaster period is getting bigger and bigger. They can no longer withstand the turbulence of their faith. Maintaining the current situation is the best way."

The saint's eyes moved slightly.

"Whether we believe in the true god or a god invented by outsiders...that is also our god, and I will not...arbitrarily change the people's beliefs," said Chief Feng.

"Do you want to hide this truth? Even if you already know that the Bai gods you believe in are just fiction and lies? Do you want to continue the status quo and continue to hide everything about the true god Jiu Shen?" the saint said.

Chief Feng stood up. His legs, which he had been kneeling for a long time, were numb. He stood firm before speaking to the saint.

"A god who cannot save his people is not a god at all." He said these words again.

Although the Baishen is just a fictitious image by outsiders, He gathered enough faith five years ago to truly descend and turn into the sky to protect the people. Then He really existed.

And Jiu Shen, who has lost people's hearts... is destined to be destroyed in the dust of the past. The people will not accept the truth that Jiu Shen is the true god. They cannot immediately turn around and believe in what they have despised for generations.

Evil God'.

Only by continuing the status quo, maintaining lies, and letting him bear this cruel truth alone is the best way to make the world more stable.

...Even if he perpetuates lies like this, his behavior will be no different from that of outsiders.

"You really love this land." The saint said: "Even though your faith has collapsed, do you still want to continue to pretend to be the 'son of the Bai God' who believes in the Bai God the most to appease everyone?"

"...who are you?" Chief Feng asked this question again.

"I am your father." The saint smiled.

"...?" Chief Feng was stunned.

"Haha, I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding, I'm..." The saint waved her hands and was about to speak when a loud voice came from behind.

"The ceremony to communicate with Master Baishen has ended. Young patriarch, please come down."

An old man, who was holding a scepter and seemed to have high moral authority, spoke to Chief Feng on the high platform.

The old man is the ‘Judge’ Diansi, the most loyal believer in Baishen, and is responsible for presiding over this succession ceremony.

Beside him stood Mizushima Kawa Sora wearing a red and white robe.

Mizushima Kawakora was repulsed by Sibel's tentacles a few days ago. After a few days of repair, she and Noiji returned here, intending to participate in this succession ceremony.

She and Noriji were the highest-status people besides the chief, and even the four elders next to them were not as good as them.

Among the crowd watching the ceremony from the First Tribe, there were many players hidden. There was Bonnie dressed as a singer and dancer, Yurikulu who was playing the drums, Anthony who was holding a water bowl and sprinkling water, and some who were standing under the tree in the distance.

Isabella stared silently from the top.

This rain-proof barrier is not big and can only cover the square. Poisonous rain is still falling in other areas, so they can only gather here to watch the ceremony. Almost all surviving players have gathered here.

[...Where did Su Mingan go...] Mizushima Kawakora thought to himself.

It was obvious that Su Ming'an's identity was just a heretic who was an enemy of the world, and it was almost a 1v99 situation, but she couldn't do anything to him.

However, he must have been alienated by being associated with that kind of evil god. She had noticed something was wrong with him before escaping, and he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Her information was somewhat limited, but not far behind, the two people who were discussing were very well informed.

"The last trace of the first player is in the third tribe." Lu said with navy hair.

He is currently wearing a flowerpot-like decoration, which looks quite retro. This is the price the player pays for blending into the tribe.

"Why are you so sure? The traces he left may be fake." Zhong Xi, a sniper player next to him, said: "If the news is fake, we will be in trouble, and we will be led by the nose."

Lu didn't say anything, just handed her the communicator in his hand to look at.

Zhong Xi looked sideways and vertically, and surprisingly saw a line of slogans among the densely packed small characters on the communicator.

[Eradicate tribal tyranny, and the dome belongs to the lighthouse.] The third tribe-affiliated settlement, the Sass settlement, was announced.

"Okay, it's him." Zhong Xi nodded.

Lu silently took the things back.

"He wants to... collect faith, right? He actually wants to take the path of becoming a god?" Zhong Xi understood what Su Mingan was doing at a glance: "It is said that his leader is a pagan, he is... really not afraid

Being alienated."

"So, if he wants to obtain the black python, one of the powers of the gods, he will definitely come today." Lu said.

"Come here?" Zhong Xi said unexpectedly: "All the players are here, and Chief Feng is also here. Is he here to die? And I heard that the concentration of poisonous rain in the third tribe is very high, and the entire tribe has been affected by the poisonous rain.
To be continued...