The consciousness of the Holy Spirit is like a vast starry sky.
As he continued to move forward, a rusty stone tablet appeared in front of Feng Qi's eyes.
They came to a stop in front of the stone monument.
Hei Xuan looked at Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist at this time:
"After here, ahead is the first level of the Holy Spirit's Consciousness Library. Every star you see is a piece of knowledge and memory inheritance."
As he said that, Hei Xuan turned his gaze to the stone tablet, with a touch of respect in his eyes:
"Aren't you curious about the history of our clan's rise? Try touching this stone tablet and you will see the answer."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist immediately took a step forward and touched the stone tablet without hesitation.
The moment his fingers came into contact with the stone tablet, the golden mark of Hei Xuan's brand on the foreheads of Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist shone brightly and began to receive information.
The world before their eyes began to collapse and become distorted.
A heavy sense of history came to my face, and countless broken pictures continued to pass before my eyes, and finally spliced together before my eyes.
When everything in front of them became clear, their sight appeared on the slightly desolate plain...
On the plain, a group of young boys were following a burly man for physical training.
Each of them was dripping with sweat, but their eyes were determined and they gritted their teeth to hold on.
One of them, a boy about seven or eight years old, seemed to work particularly hard. During training, he strived to be perfect in every movement. He used breathing techniques to spread the spiritual energy absorbed through his mouth and nose throughout his body.
After several hours of training, when the burly man shouted, everyone dispersed and left. Only a boy about seven or eight years old took the initiative to come to the burly man and began to ask about the problems discovered during the training.
When faced with the little boy's questions, the burly man answered them carefully.
When the answer was over and the little boy was about to leave, the burly man suddenly called out to the little boy:
"Lingzhan, why are you training so hard?"
The little boy known as Ling Zhan turned his head at this moment, smiled and said:
"Of course I will join the Mist Clan and become an outside warrior of the Mist Clan."
Hearing the little boy's answer, a thoughtful look appeared on the burly man's face, but he did not continue to say anything.
The child known as Spirit War took steps forward and ran towards the direction where the smoke was rising in the distance, with a light of expectation in his eyes.
As an affiliated force of the Mist Tribe, members of the new generation of the Psychic Tribe like him have only three options to choose from in the future.
First, if you stay in the clan and do nothing, you may become the blood food of the Mist clan one day in the future.
Second, it becomes a hard labor to help the Mist tribe mine and transport resources in various areas.
Third, become a foreign warrior of the Mist Tribe and gain recognition from the Mist Tribe.
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Of these three paths, the first is to lie flat.
Growing up in a muddle-headed manner, there is a high probability that he will become the blood food of the Mist Tribe when he reaches his age.
The treatment in the second article is slightly better, but the future will be equally miserable. Many special resources have extremely strong radiation damage. Over time, the body will corrode and fester, and the person will be abandoned by the Mist Tribe and left to die miserably.
Article 3 has the best treatment.
As long as you can become an outside warrior of the Mist Tribe, you will be recognized by the Mist Tribe, but the future is equally dangerous. You need to go to the battlefield for the benefit of the Mist Tribe, and you may die in battle at any time.
What Ling Zhan wants is the third path, to become an outside warrior of the Mist Tribe.
It's not easy to get to this point.
Those who compete with him are not only the new generation members of the clan, but also other affiliated forces of the Mist clan.
This is a thorny road to climb up the ranks, and only true geniuses are qualified to complete the final leap over the dragon gate.
But Ling Zhan has confidence in himself and is full of expectations for the future.
That night, my mother mashed the plants she collected in the morning and boiled it into a medicinal liquid. She wiped his whole body for spiritual warfare, moistened his body, and repaired the muscles torn by high-intensity training.
Every day from now on, Lingzhan continued to increase the training intensity for himself.
In the intra-clan competition a few months later, Spiritual Warfare stood out among the new generation and became the undisputed strongest of the new generation.
But Lingzhan was not complacent. He continued to train hard day after day, looking forward to the future.
His growth has attracted the attention of all the Psychic Tribes, and all Psychic Tribe members have high hopes for whether Ling Zhan can become an outside warrior of the Mist Tribe.
It is also an honor for the tribe to give birth to an outside warrior of the Mist tribe, and they can also receive a reduction in the resource tax paid to the Mist tribe every year.
Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Ling Zhan grew into the appearance of a young man, with solid muscles all over his body, sharp eyes, and an aura of confidence exuding from his body.
The potential warriors of the Mist Tribe were about to be recruited. Ling Zhan and more than a hundred teenagers representing the strongest new generation of the Psionic Tribe set off towards the Mist King's City after bringing enough food.
In order to protect the safety of the teenagers in the tribe, the senior leaders of the Psionic Tribe even formed a top-level mutual team to escort them to the Misty City.
The journey was rough and rough, but the closer they got to their destination, the more excited the young people from the psychic tribe became.
Finally, when they crossed the rolling mountains, the magnificent buildings appeared in sight.
The huge city stretches and is connected to the skyline, with no end in sight. Thick gray fog blocks the sky above the city, making a "rumbling" sound. The majestic momentum can be clearly felt even from a long distance away.
Seeing the Mist King City under the gray mist, the teenagers shouted in excitement.
That is the other shore in their hearts, the place where dreams are nurtured.
Ling Zhan, like other young men in the clan, clenched his fists and shouted towards the Mist King City.
After a brief stop, they speeded up their journey.
Finally, we arrived at Misty City before the blood moon set.
At this time, you can feel the magnificence of this royal city more clearly.
The towering city wall in front looks like a giant beast lying down, watching the world's momentum sweep across all directions.
After arriving here, it was obvious that the escort group could no longer move forward. They bid farewell to Ling Zhan and other newcomers in the clan, and then turned back the way they came.
Ling Zhan led the Rookie tribe not far from the city gate, knelt down on his knees under the watchful eyes of the foggy defenders, and began to kowtow in accordance with the rules.
After kowtowing eighty-one times in succession, Ling Zhan led the rookie tribesmen to stand up, came to the city gate, and explained their purpose of coming.
After checking their identities, the Mist warriors guarding the city led them into the city.
The prosperity in the city shocked the new generation members of the Psychic Tribe, such as Ling Zhan, who had never set foot outside the tribe's territory, and they were even more looking forward to being promoted to foreign warriors.
Next, they were taken to a training camp in the city by the Mist soldiers guarding the city.
At this time, many new-generation foreign warriors had arrived in the camp in advance, and they looked unkind to the arrival of Ling Zhan and others.
Gazing across these new generation members of the foreign race, Ling Zhan's heart surged with endless fighting spirit.
He knew that if he wanted to be successfully promoted to an outside warrior who was valued by the Mist Tribe, these new generation members of other tribes would be the next contenders.
After being arranged to stay, they enjoyed spiritual food that the tribe was reluctant to eat.
Days like this lasted for a week, and the recruitment of foreign warriors officially began.
A ring made of gray mist appeared in the center of the camp, and this became their battlefield. Whether they could be promoted or not would be entirely determined by their strength.
Under the arrangement of the Mist Clan, Lingzhan and the new generation members of the clan stepped onto the Gray Mist Arena again and again like an assembly line, and started one-on-one fights with the new generation warriors of other clans.
This process is extremely cruel.
As long as you enter the ring, there are no rules and the best way to defeat your opponent is to kill your opponent.
Seeing clan members being killed one after another, Ling Zhan was also saddened by this.
But the death of his tribe also aroused his desire to win. Like a tireless fighter, he was put on the field again and again, and then trampled different opponents under his feet.
This competition lasted for a month.
Only three members of the psychic tribe where Spirit War belonged to passed the test, and the rest were either dead or disabled.
What awaits them will be the blood food of the Mist Clan, and the Mist Clan will not waste any effort in sending them back to their clan.
Even though he already knew the result of failure, when he saw the tribesmen who failed the test being taken away by the Mist Tribe, Ling Zhan still felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
But he knew he couldn't change their outcome.
Next, he will also usher in a new life and become a reserve warrior of the Mist Tribe.
After a few days of short rest, they were led by a member of the Mist Tribe wearing a black robe into the gray fog and flew to the end of the world.
Five days later, Ling Zhan arrived at the destination of his trip.
A small town full of history.
Through the narration of the guardian Mist Elder, Ling Zhan learned that this is a small border town and one of the external battlefields of the Mist Clan.
There are many precious resources buried deep in the land here, and some people have even dug out ancient magic weapons from the ground.
However, there are so many battlefields in the Mist Tribe that it is impossible to separate the troops, so they did not completely occupy this place.
There are several powerful races nearby that are competing with the Mist Tribe for the right to own this place.
After that, they will undergo brutal training here, and in the end they will either die or become outside soldiers guarding this place.
After entering the city, Ling Zhan and other pre-selected warriors were arranged to stay.
In the days that followed, Ling Zhan and other Mist tribe outside warriors underwent brutal training.
Ling Zhan seems to be a born warrior, no matter how cruel the training is, he can grit his teeth and endure.
Here he enjoyed the training resources that the clan could not even hope for, and the warriors of the Mist clan personally taught them powerful body-building techniques.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Ling Zhan has become the strongest reserve warrior in this small border town.
During this period, pre-selected fighters continued to be killed because they could not withstand the pressure.
But he survived the entire spiritual battle, his strength grew rapidly, and he was no longer the same as before.
When the last day of training was over, Lingzhan met the city lord in charge of this small border town and knelt down to accept the honor of being an outside soldier.
After leaving the training camp, he officially joined the external legion and met many seniors of the psychic race.
From childhood to now, it took him more than ten years to finally realize his dream.
It also completed the identity leap.
From then on, he will not be under the jurisdiction of the Psionic Clan, but a member of the Mist Clan, with a status higher than that of the Psionic Clan leader.
Spiritual War is full of hope for the future.
Thinking of the future years of conquests to open up territory for the Mist Tribe, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.
Time flies by like a white horse passing by.
Eight years passed in a blink of an eye.
At this time, Ling Zhan was already a veteran of the small border town.
Over the years, he has experienced brutal battlefield killings and faced life and death crises several times, but he survived them all.
The idea of fighting for the Mist Clan has never wavered in my heart.
The sense of belonging to the psionic tribe in my heart also diminished during this period.
He felt that he was a member of the Mist Tribe, not a humble and weak psychic tribe, and he never even wanted to return to the barren tribe's land.
His sense of belonging to the Mist Tribe made him extremely brave on the battlefield, and he made many military exploits during this period.
He was met by the city lord many times because of his achievements, and was awarded resources and honors.
He also successfully received many promotions in the external army and had his own subordinate soldiers.
On this day, Lingzhan was training soldiers, but he heard heavy rolling thunder coming from a distance.
Like a conditioned reflex, he immediately issued a filial piety order to the soldiers, then rushed back to the room, picked up the war blade, and rushed to the assembly point with his subordinate soldiers.
The soldiers in the small border town quickly gathered like swallows returning to their nests.
Then, under the leadership of the city lord, they organized their army and headed towards the resource battlefield.
After several hours of galloping, they arrived at the battlefield.
I saw the ground of the resource battlefield trembling, and streams of light constantly spurting out from the ground.
A new round of resource spurt has begun.
This place was once a battlefield in ancient times. There are a large number of ancient resources and weapons buried underground, and there are even ancient magic weapons.
There are many such resource areas throughout the second level of the Spirit Realm.
The small war town where Spiritual War is located was built for this resource land.
When the rolling thunder sounds, it heralds the beginning of a new round of war.
In order to seize the resources and magical weapons that spewed out from the ground, the battlefield was instantly filled with shouts of killing, and warriors from all hostile races came one after another, raising their weapons and charging.
The battlefield is like a meat grinder, and lives are constantly dying in order to snatch resources.
After years of conquest, Ling Zhan had already adapted to the cruelty of the battlefield. He led his subordinate soldiers to launch a fearless charge towards the resources wrapped in the stream of light.
"For the glory of the Mist Tribe!"
While roaring, Ling Zhan took the lead and charged into the enemy group, waving the war blade wantonly.
This battle lasted for several days.
During the fierce battle, Ling Zhan was unfortunately injured, but managed to save his life. Finally, dragging his tired body and carrying the rare resources he had snatched, he returned to the small war town.
Due to his outstanding performance in spiritual warfare, he was once again received by the city lord.
Seeing that he was seriously injured, the city lord even personally treated his injuries, and then sent a large amount of healing and training resources.
This made Ling Zhan very moved, and his sense of belonging to the Mist Tribe became even stronger in his heart.
But the turning point of fate came soon.
The frequency of resources spewing out from the battlefield has increased in recent times, and the small war town is in urgent need of additional troops, so the city lord sent a request for help to the Mist King City.
Since a group of external soldiers were recently transferred to other battlefields, this time the elders in charge of foreign wars in Mist transferred a group of Mist warriors to War Town to replace the missing soldiers.
After they arrived, Ling Zhan found that his treatment had changed.
The best resources in the city are enjoyed by the Mist warriors, and they can only use the remaining resources chosen by the Mist warriors.
The city lord once told him that he was already a member of the Mist Clan.
But after the Mist Tribe warriors arrived, he clearly felt that he was being treated differently.
In response, Lingzhan chose to work hard to regulate his emotions and comfort himself.
He feels that as long as he continues to prove his worth, he can receive the same treatment as an official member of the Mist Clan. There is no difference between everyone, and they are all opening up territory for the future of the Mist Clan.
But soon, something happened that changed Spiritual War’s mind.
Another wave of resource gush broke out.
The movement this time is particularly huge, and resources are pouring in.
Ling Zhan and the Mist Clan City Lord rushed to the battlefield together.
This battle was far more brutal than before.
Due to his outstanding performance over the years, Spirit War has become a thorn in the side of many hostile forces. In this battle, the enemies set up an ambush to surround him.
Caught in a tight siege, Ling Zhan did not hesitate to ask for help from the members of the Misty City Lord.
However, in the face of his request for help, the city lord who was robbing the ancient magic weapon simply refused to pay attention and continued to lead the members of the Mist Tribe to snatch the treasure.
Realizing that Ling Zhan had been abandoned by the city lord, all the subordinate soldiers who originally wanted to rescue him also left one after another.
At this time, the only people who were still fighting hard to rescue him were the two tribesmen who had become outside warriors with him, and the other new recruits from the psionic tribe who had joined later.
The battle came to an end, and Ling Zhan was lucky enough not to die, but there was no difference between him and his death.
His arms were cut off and he fell in a pool of blood.
All the psychic tribesmen around him died in the battle to save him, and he was the only one left alive.
Looking at the medical soldiers of the Mist Tribe walking around in the war, but no one cared about his dying self, Ling Zhan's heart hurt.
He suddenly understood one thing. Foreigners are still foreigners. Even if he wears the appearance of the Mist Clan, he is still a foreigner and will never be recognized by the Mist Clan from the bottom of his heart.
Life keeps passing by, and he looks up to the sky.
He knew that his life was completely over. Even if he didn't die, he would have no future since he had lost his value.
Facing the medical staff from the Mist Tribe who came to save him at the end, he looked calm:
"I have lost my value, let me die on the battlefield."
The battlefield medic glanced at Ling Zhan's scarred body, nodded calmly, and then chose to leave.
Before his death, Ling Zhan could not even see the city lord who had personally healed him.
A new round of natural disaster storm in the resource land is about to hit, and warriors from all races are leaving at this time, including the Mist Tribe.
Looking at the sky that was constantly changing colors before the natural disaster struck, Ling Zhan let out a hysterical roar to the sky.
He finally understood one thing, the glory given by the Mist Tribe was all fake, and the Mist Tribe had never been his destination.
At this time, he thought of those tribesmen who sacrificed their lives to fight for him.
Lying among the bloody corpses, Ling Zhan began to cough continuously, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
He suddenly hated the education within the clan and hated the elders who had taught him since childhood that the Mist clan was the future. They had misled him.
The psychic race is his true destination.
It's just this truth that he didn't understand until he died.
The natural disaster storm rolled up countless corpses, tore everything into powder, and gradually approached.
Ling Zhan closed his eyes at this moment and waited for death to come.
The natural disaster storm stirred up mud and sand as it advanced, and suddenly a golden light suddenly appeared from it, and then flew towards the spirit war at an extremely fast speed.
After the silent impact, a golden leaf shadow suddenly appeared on Ling Zhan's forehead.
Feeling something abnormal in his body, Lingzhan immediately opened his eyes.
I saw countless pictures passing before my eyes, and at the same time, the golden leaf mark on his forehead became increasingly clear.
But Ling Zhan ignored the changes in his body and closed his eyes again.
At this time, the natural disaster storm was approaching, and the entire resource battlefield was about to be shrouded in natural disasters. He had no way to escape.
At the critical moment of life and death, a space vortex suddenly appeared around Ling Zhan.
Feeling the fluctuations in the space, Ling Zhan immediately opened his eyes, and suddenly found a little Roudu boy carrying a schoolbag walking out of the space vortex.
"Who?" Ling Zhan asked immediately.
"My name is Mo, and I'm here to discuss business."
