The old man in white clothes was chanting a song by the river, and slowly turned his white-haired face to look at Chen Zhi.
Only then did Chen Zhi see the old man in white clearly. This old man was very old, with deep wrinkles on his face. There was no blood on his pale face, but his eyes were very bright and watery. His head was full of white hair.
, like a handful of silver threads, shining at the root, draped over the shoulders, with a snow-white wooden hairpin stuck in the bun.
"Are you here to renew your term?" The old man's voice was trembling and hoarse, as if he could disappear at any time. He raised his arms and said to Chen Zhi as if greeting a child, "Come here and let me see you.
"
Chen Zhi shuddered and hesitated. He knew this old man. He had seen the image of this old man in a vision over Lutai, but he was still very young at that time. This was the ancestor of the Jiang clan.
,Jiang Ziya.
Chen Zhi walked over anyway, put his hand on the old man's dry palm, and felt the old man's temperatureless skin.
The old man's voice was still hoarse and ethereal. He held Chen Zhi's hand tightly and stared at Chen Zhi with his bright eyes, as if he could see through his soul.
"Are you a child of our Jiang family?" The old man suddenly frowned and his voice roared, as if Chen Zhi's heart was about to be shattered.
For the first time, Chen Zhi felt a little weak in his heart, "Actually, I..., my mother's surname is Jiang..."
Before Chen Zhi could finish, the old man's hands suddenly clasped Chen Zhi's arms like iron pliers, his stern face leaned towards Chen Zhi, and he shouted in a loud voice.
"Remember, both humans and gods are as humble as dust in the face of fate. Even if our Jiang family is wiped out and wiped out, we must never let the barrier collapse, otherwise..."
The old man's iron-like palms suddenly covered Chen Zhi's head. Chen Zhi felt his eyes flicker. In an instant, the world was spinning, and a completely unimaginable world was displayed in front of Chen Zhi.
In the next ten minutes, Chen Zhi truly saw another world, a world so terrifying that even hell could not describe it.
This world is full of despair, the sky and the earth are different, humans are howling miserably, hot magma flows out from the cracks in the ground, Chen Zhizhi feels the hot gas in the wind burning his body, everything is...
Fragmented, all living creatures yearn for one thing - death.
But that's not the most terrifying thing. What he saw from here onwards was the limit that Chen Zhi's spirit could not bear. He screamed in fright at those extremely terrifying scenes and tried desperately to escape.
But there was no way out, and eventually his mind tightened and he passed out.
Chen Zhi was awakened by a very fresh smell. When he opened his eyes, he saw the great shaman wearing a bronze mask holding a small incense pendant, swinging in front of him.
The faint fragrance floated out from the incense pendant and penetrated into Chen Zhi's nose, making his mind gradually clear.
"Have you seen him?" Mr. Bao next to him asked Chen Zhidao with a smile. When Chen Zhi was unconscious just now, Mr. Bao had been supporting him.
After being frightened just now, Chen Zhi was a little unable to react for a moment. He was speechless and just nodded slightly.
"It seems that you have already seen that world." Mr. Bao chuckled beside him. It was obvious that he had seen that scene before. "It's scary there, isn't it?"
"Yes." Chen Zhi nodded vigorously and trembled from his lips, "Why? Did you sink to that level?"
"This is the price," the great witch wearing a bronze mask replied arrogantly with a strange accent.
"This is the price of changing your life against the will of heaven. No one knows whether this decision made five thousand years ago was right or wrong. But if the barrier is broken now, the world will not return to the age of mythology, let alone the age of mankind, but will completely collapse.
Shattered, falling into the chaos of darkness. In that world, there is no god, no human being, no birth and no death, all existences are demons, and there will never be liberation."
Those horrific scenes were still flashing through Chen Zhi's mind. His hands and feet were severely paralyzed and he could no longer stand up. Mr. Bao helped him lean on the chair.
"Now open your right hand and let us take a look." Mr. Bao said calmly while supporting Chen Zhi.
Only then did Chen Zhi remember that his right palm had been in pain since just now, as if the palm of his hand had been burned with a soldering iron. He stretched out his tightly clenched fist and slowly relaxed it.
In the palm of his hand, a blood-red mark gradually appeared. The mark was still warm. It was a simple pattern that looked like two intertwined green dragons. From a distance, it looked like x
type.
When Chen Zhi showed this mark, the big shaman with the bronze mask suddenly became extremely excited. All the shamans gathered around, like a group of excited monkeys, scrambling to look into Chen Zhi's palm.
When all of them saw the mark for sure, all the wizards, led by the great wizard with the bronze mask, knelt down in front of Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi was confused when he heard Mr. Bao say next to him, "The sealing of the dead is a traditional ceremony for the Jiang family to appoint clan leaders from generation to generation. Now that you have this mark, it proves that the ancestors of the Jiang family have recognized you. From then on,
From now on, you are the leader of the Jiang clan, and from now on, all the witches and wizards of the Jiang clan will obey your orders."
As soon as Mr. Bao finished speaking, all the wizards, including the big wizard with the bronze mask, knelt on the ground and paid homage to Chen Zhi. The proud look just now had completely disappeared. Now they were so pious that they seemed to regard Chen Zhi as his
Like a god.
Chen Zhi's body still felt numb and weak. He leaned on the chair and tried to calm himself down. He looked down at the wizards and watched them bow and kowtow to him. After they finished paying homage, Chen Zhi was still sitting there.
There, they were not allowed to stand up.
"What's your name?" Chen Zhi bowed his head and asked the great shaman wearing a bronze mask, his voice was cold and low.
"The slave's name is Yaiya. After Qiongqi (one of the four evil spirits in myths and legends, an ancient god.), he is the leader of the gods and witches. There are 7 gods and witches here including the slaves. We are here all day long to serve Jiang.
Guard the barrier and release the magical power of the spirit stone."
"Okay!" Chen Zhi nodded lightly, "I was suddenly ordered to do so. There are still many things that are still unclear. The days are long and I will rely more on all the witches and wizards in the future. Please get up!"
"Yes", all the witches and wizards responded respectfully and stood up.
At this time, the great wizard named Yi Crow took out a piece of letterhead from his fur coat, lowered his head and handed it to Chen Zhidao, "Chief, this is what the previous leader left for you."
"Are these my cousin's last words?" Chen Zhi was quite curious about this uncle he had never met before. He opened the letter, took out the letter inside and took a look at it, then closed the letter and told everyone