The sun rises and the moon sets.

In the blink of an eye, the land of Feng Gong ushered in another day of fire sacrifice.

In Feng Gun's ancestral land, with the advent of the Fire Festival Day, the fire domain that shrouded the ancestral land converged with divine power, allowing the tribesmen to enter and exit freely.

As usual, every time when the Fire Festival day comes, the land of Fenggun will always receive the blessing of the "Rain God", but on this day, as soon as the day starts, the drifting heavy rain falls, and the people close to the land of Fenggon

The turbulent water of the Luo River seems to indicate that this sacrifice is unusual.

Under Chishan Mountain, there is Dawu Tai.

This is the only altar in the entire Fenggon land, and it is also the witchcraft platform that Feng Xi asked his tribe to build before he left the tribe.

Since then, every fire ceremony of the Fenggun tribe has been held here. As for other tribes, because the witches thought they were not qualified, they have never built their own altars like Fenggon.

But on this day, under the leadership of their witches, all the tribes and people living in the land of Fenggun gathered around the altar of the ancestral land together with the Fenggon tribe.

At this moment, everyone looked solemn and looked up at the tall Wu Tai with expectant expressions on their faces.

Before coming here, their shaman had told them that today the "spirit" of the Fenggon tribe was going to do something big that would shock the tribes.

These tribes, before coming to Fenggun, often lived a precarious life. It was not until they came to Fenggun that they gradually moved away from the days of struggling for survival.

Coupled with the departure of the older generation, the growth of the new generation, and the previous Fenggun tribe members traveling among the tribes, even the wandering Nvchang tribe did not raise any objections.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

"Bang bang!"

Shouts suddenly rang out from under the altar, and under the altar, the Fenggun warriors, who had their totems lit, were dancing, shouting, and colliding with each other with strange stone tools in their hands, making a crisp sound.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

Following their movements, the members of the Fenggun tribe also danced and shouted to the sky.

On the other side, when the tribesmen heard the sound, they felt as if there was a fire burning in their hearts, and they couldn't help but start shouting along with Feng Gun's people.

Throughout the ancestral land, everyone's shouts gathered together and seemed to turn into a torrent, rising up into the sky and stopping the drifting heavy rain.

Amid the shouts of the crowd, Feng Xi appeared on the altar with a witch staff in hand.

He was rarely seen wearing a red animal costume and a red feather on his head. His attire made the old man of the Fenggun tribe feel in a trance, as if he had returned to a long time ago.

At that time, the divine messenger Feng Xi had not yet revealed his powers, and the leader of the tribe, Hua Xu, was also dressed like this and led his tribe to hold sacrifices.

At the same time, the wizards looked at Feng Xi at this time, but a look of surprise flashed across their faces.

Fengxi Shangqing always wears a blue animal suit from an unknown animal, and his hair is never worn with any accessories. It is often scattered casually, or tied at the back of the head with a straw rope.

But today, his dressing style is not like the great shaman who taught them, but more like the Hua Xu shaman from the Fenggun tribe.

On the Great Witch Platform, Feng Xi did not pay attention to the strange behavior of the tribesmen. As the fire ceremony began, most of his attention was focused on the sky above his head.

In a place where the clansmen cannot see, the rudiments of humanity have gathered invisibly, covering the entire ancestral land.

"wind!"

I saw Feng Xi opening his mouth and spitting softly, and although the sound was not loud, it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. Immediately afterwards, an invisible wind seemed to blow by, and the heavy rain that had been drifting suddenly disappeared.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

Everyone was shocked at first when they saw this, and then they shouted excitedly.

"Festival!"

Another word fell out.

Behind him, the flames were burning on the altar, and the red light enveloped everyone. The coolness brought by the rain was instantly dispelled by a soft warmth.

"This is... the power of fire?" Hua Xu, standing in front of the Fenggun tribe under the altar, looked at the stage in surprise.

She, who is the God of Xinhuo, had already followed Feng Xi's request to converge the jurisdiction of Xinhuo on Chishan Mountain before the fire ceremony began.

Although the flames burning on the altar were somewhat similar to firewood, Hua Xu knew that they were not firewood!

Although she took the form of fire, what made Hua Xu different was that she did not feel the heat of fire from the flames.

The flame was just its appearance. From it, Hua Xu felt a huge will that she couldn't help but feel close to, and even wanted to invest in it.

"Humanity, is this what Xi said is humanity?" Hua Xu's eyes lit up.

Hua Xu was not the only one who discovered the strangeness. All the witches present had been exposed to the power of fire. Among them, Wu Xian was able to use witchcraft to borrow the power of fire to suppress Jiu Ying.

At this time, Feng Xi also turned his attention to the witches in the audience, but he did not intend to explain this "fire" to them.

"Where is the witch of all tribes?"

"I'm waiting!"

After hearing the words, all the witches put away the distracting thoughts in their hearts, took a step forward with bated breath, and bowed to the altar to perform a witchcraft ceremony.

"The tribes are all over the wilderness, and because I, Feng Gun, have gathered here, dozens of worshippers have been held so far..."

"Today, I, Fu Xi of the Feng clan, want to unify all the tribes. I will give up my position as the leader of each tribe and integrate all the tribes into one body as a common leader."

"You are both the leaders of various tribes and the shamans of various tribes. Is there any difference?"

"We are willing to respect the order of the common master!" the witches responded one after another.

Feng Xi nodded slightly, and then looked back at the tribesmen in the entire Fenggun land.

"Are there any differences among the people in this tribe?"

After the words fell, the vast crowd of human races behind them knelt down one after another.

"We are willing to respect the order of our co-master!"

"good!"

Feng Xi nodded and saw a light tap of the red staff in his hand. Everyone felt an invisible force passing through their bodies, lifting them up while they were kneeling.
Chapter completed!