Zhuo Yi frowned and said, "The elixir given by the elders of the God Clan has intoxicated the people of the surrounding small tribes. From the looks of it, I guess this elixir must be some kind of magic elixir."
Male disciple Bao Wensong, who had previously said that he had read through the ancient books of the gods, his eyes lit up, "Could it be... the elixir of immortality recorded in the ancient elixir scriptures?"
"As we all know, the ancient gods have lives that are ten, twenty, or even a hundred times greater than ours."
"It is said that they once refined an immortality pill that can make human beings live forever for generations."
"It's possible." Everyone was talking, and the atmosphere of the discussion was quite high.
"I guess these tribe chiefs want to take back the immortal elixir because they want to make themselves immortal."
"Maybe so." Little Fatty muttered to himself, studying these murals carefully and discussing the details with everyone from time to time.
Jiang Nai couldn't help but roll his eyes and said angrily, "These are all the products of your own wild guesses."
"What kind of tribe is this? Who knows if it is an ancient tribe of gods?" Jiang Nai felt impatient for no reason, "Okay, stop guessing, you only have half an hour, hurry up and move forward."
After rambling all day long, Jiang Nai's face sank and she urged him loudly.
"Xiao Nai, there is a territory here." After walking a few steps, Xiaopang and his group stopped again.
Leng Qiuhan stopped and looked at it for a while, then said in deep thought: "Although it looks very old, it's very unclear."
"However, the mottled carvings of the mountains and rivers are vaguely visible."
"I feel like what Xiaopang said this time is right." Leng Qiuhan turned around and looked at everyone, "This tribe should be the ancient gods."
"These murals record the origin and rise of the ancient gods."
"They grew from a small tribe to the top force that controlled the entire continent at that time."
"Although none of us can study the process now. But who knows whether these things are true or false."
Leng Qiuhan said lightly, "Perhaps they are, as he said, a generation with divine power."
"It is precisely because of this supreme divine power that they are able to control the general trend of the world."
"Perhaps there is also...the magical elixir they hold in their hands, which is respected by all people and is worshiped by everyone."
Xi Zhuo nodded, "According to historical records, when the entire continent had not collapsed, the central continent of Yuntian Continent and the ninety-nine surrounding small territories formed a complete and unified territory under the order of the gods."
Jiang Nai said oh and suddenly had nothing to say.
Gods, Gods, Gods, they are so annoying!
I don't know why, but Jiang Nai always feels a little uncomfortable subconsciously when mentioning this god clan.
The murals behind were becoming increasingly unclear, which made Jiang Nai feel relieved.
She realized that her teammates were really sick. They obviously only had half an hour to rush, but they didn't hurry up and were still procrastinating here looking at the bullshit mural.
If they fell, she wouldn't bother to drag them away one by one!
Let them fall down and grow mushrooms in this corridor!
Xiaopang suddenly stopped, stared at the back on a mural for a long time, and suddenly choked out a sentence: "It should be that this little prince of the gods has grown up."
"With only a vast back view left, people can't help but want to worship, not knowing what the front looks like."
Jiang Nai originally wanted to laugh at this nervous little fat guy.