This is a long-standing family lineage. Looking back in history, we have to start from the emperor's period.
Zhou Yuan is not very clear about this Kuahai clan and has never seen similar history.
However, Zhou Yuan saw other meanings from this sentence.
Taoist Luo Men is a member of the Kuahai clan, and this clan has been loyal to one person for generations, guarding a secret. Taoist Luo Men is sitting here, waiting for the person chosen by destiny to arrive.
"Kuahai clan? Destined people?" Zhou Yuan muttered silently again, searching carefully for all the books he had read in his mind.
But at this time, Lu Manman, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly said: "The Kuahai clan was a tribe a long time ago. From the emperor's time, when Daxia was not under the rule, the Kuahai clan used to live in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow Sea.
That’s why they are called the Kuahai clan.”
Zhou Yuan suddenly turned around and asked: "Manman, do you know the Kuahai clan?"
Lu Manman pursed his lips: "It seems that when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, I heard a story that was told to us by an old man in our local area, and one of them included the Kuahai clan."
"An old man?" Zhou Yuan asked doubtfully.
"Well, we call him Grandpa Huang. Grandpa Huang has passed away many years ago. Grandpa Huang said that the Kuahai clan has been guarding a secret since the ancient war."
"Later, as the times continued to change, the number of Kuahai clan members became fewer and fewer, and now, they are basically extinct."
"What kind of grandpa is that?" Zhou Yuan asked again.
Lu Manman thought for a while: "Grandpa Huang was the previous temple keeper of the Zhanzun Temple. He said that the Kuahai clan is guarding the secrets, and he is guarding the Kuahai clan."
"Grandpa Huang once said that if God is not in his favor and plague enters the world, God will choose a young man to spread his blood to the sky!"
"Isn't God good? When the plague enters the world, God chooses a young man, and his blood is sprinkled in the sky?" Zhou Yuan followed silently.
"Yes, these are the words of Grandpa Huang. By the way, brother Zhou Yuan, before Grandpa Huang passed away, he wanted brother Shaofan to be the guardian of Zhanzun Temple. Although there is no handover ceremony, brother Shaofan can also be regarded as the guardian of Zhanzun Temple.
People!"
Zhou Yuan closed his eyes.
"The young man chosen by heaven, his blood will be shed in the sky!"
He kept repeating this sentence silently.
After that, Zhou Yuan combined the scene he saw in Tianchi in the shocking world.
The future seen in Tianchi is a scene of five people, Yang Huanyu, Zhao Liming, Yang Zhuting, Chen Feiyu and Yang Xin, standing on the top of the mountain, fighting it.
On the other side, Zhou Yuan was already dying.
"The Chosen Young Man?"
"The words of the guardian of Zhan Zun Temple did not indicate whether this young man is one person or multiple people."
"In other words, Huanyu, Zhuting, Liming, Feiyu and Yang Xin, they will be the five chosen ones to seal the door of death?" Zhou Yuan said to himself.
Tianchi gave Zhou Yuan countless futures, but there was only one future, and they won.
The probability is even only one percent.
In other words, this future will change, and its change depends on the development of events and which future we are heading towards.
If it is a future of victory, then these five people will be the chosen ones to change everything?