Chapter 623 Blood & Fire From The Same Source (1/2)

Everyone who was either still in the hall or watching from the fierce beast gate thought.

Are the Flaming Horns joking?

It doesn’t seem like it.

Judging from the mood and the Flaming Horn’s formation, it didn’t look like a joke. They were serious.

Gui Ze, the new shamaness of the tribe, took a step forward. She was singing the sacrificial mantras today.

Gui Ze’s voice was not loud, but the incomprehensible mantra was like an undying rhythm that spread from inside the Flaming River Castle to everywhere around it.

As Gui Ze sang the mantra, a flame suddenly grew from the wall in front of them that had no carvings.

It was like an invisible pen drawing on the wall, with flames as its ink.

The Flaming River Grand Feast started in the morning and continued to the afternoon. At that time the sun was already at an incline, but after the Flaming Horns prepared for the sacrificial ceremony, around another hour passed again. Now, in some parts of the sky, the clouds were tinted with a bright red colour, like burning flame, but in other parts, the cyan colour of twilight had already appeared.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the Flaming River Castle, passing over all the giant skeletons displayed on the surrounding walls, all the stone tables, the ground, the glimmering golden bronze tools, stone tools of different colours, as well as the broken pottery that couldn’t withstand the vibrations caused by the sounding horn.

The wall of the Flaming River Tower was receiving the last bit of sunlight of that day.

As the sun slowly set, the shadows began to stretch. The flames that appeared on the wall replaced the disappearing sunlight, and where the sunlight disappeared, the darkness began to spread.

The flames gradually formed into a shape. It became clearer, more complete. The flames were forming a shape with a connected bottom foundation curving upward. Two horns, one facing inward and one facing out. Flashing flames wrapped around the two horns.

The Flaming Horn totem sign!

The two ex-shamans, each on a cane, looked with teary eyes on the thousand year old ancient totem sign that was coming into shape on the stone wall.

Two horns, one facing inward, one outward, came from the same body. One was a symbol of a strong appearance, the other a strong heart. An unyielding life and an unchanging faith.

These two old men had accomplished yet another wish!

The Flaming Horns was a tribe with a long history.

An ancestor of the Flaming Horn tribe once wrote, “If a tribe could hold a public showing-off feast without any worries or reluctance, it is a symbol of the tribe’s advancement.”

Why was the Wanshi tribe always excluded from the bigger tribes? Even though they had the power to oppress other smaller tribes and often attacked and robbed the other tribes, besides showing others that they existed, why had they never gained the approval and recognition of the world? The fire seed and their history were not the main reasons.

People wouldn’t always look at a tribe the same way just because it had a glorious past. The way people look at things are always changing.

Strength had always been accompanied by the term “wealth”. Power and resources.

If a tribe only had the power to battle other tribes but didn’t have enough resources,

And depended on the food they obtained from every robbery to sustain their life, this tribe would always be despised by other tribes. Wanshi did not have the wealth to hold a grand feast, and they had never even thought about the idea.

The Flaming Horns destroyed the Wanshi tribe. This not only increased their fame, but also helped them gain the recognition of others. Their strange power especially left a deep impression on people who came into contact with them. But even so, people had never really compared them with the other major tribes.

It was just like the way people saw the Wanshi tribe before. They would think, “So what if you know how to fight? Are you rich? Do you have an ample supply of food?”

People are all realistic, and in their traditional way of thinking, an ample food supply was the standard for a powerful tribe. It didn’t matter if they obtained their food by other means or by hunting. These were all indicators used in determining whether a tribe could be considered “big”.

A powerful tribe did not necessarily have enough food, but to have enough food to even show off their wealth, they must be a big tribe. This was what most tribespeople thought on this continent. They had been thinking this way for tens of thousands of years.

The Zhi tribe wouldn’t come over and flatter them just because the Flaming Horns were so powerful. It was because they knew the Flaming Horn tribe had enough food to eat, so they came over even without any invitation.

There were still many more who were thinking the same way, and this was also the reason why the Flaming Horn tribe valued this “showing-off” grand feast so much.

This sacrifice was not merely held for giving their ancestors a satisfactory response, but was also an important commemoration for the Flaming Horn tribe.

The setting sun drifted down the mountains far away, but in their ears, they could still hear the sounds of the horns from before although it had long disappeared.

Inside the Flaming River Castle, the large arena was already covered in the shadows, and because of this, the totem fire seemed even brighter.

“That…. That’s…….”

“Totem!”

“I can feel it, it’s coming from the Flaming Horn fire seed!”

“How? How is this possible?”