Just as Feng Xi was lost in it, a series of strange murmurs suddenly sounded in Feng Xi's mind.

"God...fire..."

"This is?"

Feng Xi's heart moved, and his thoughts were consistent with the fire he imagined in his mind. There was no instruction, but he knew it naturally.

After crossing the space, Feng Xi found himself on the altar.

He seemed to have turned into fire, looking down at the entire Fenggun tribe.

Below, his own mother-in-law was leading a group of tribesmen, still dancing the unknown sacrificial dance.

Time seems to have not changed.

Along with the dance sacrifice, Feng Xi could feel that invisible forces were passing through them, entangled with "himself", conveying some kind of reverent belief.

"Belief?"

Feng Xi's heart moved, and a thought flashed across his mind:

"I...have become a fire?"

"No, it should be visualization that made me have some kind of connection with Suihuo!"

Feng Xi shook his head and rejected his previous thoughts.

"But let me think about it, this scene seems... somewhat familiar!"

"Sacrifice...belief..."

"Firefire...gods..."

"hehe……"
Chapter completed!