But after they entered, they discovered that the great prophet's condition seemed to be very bad.
The Great Prophet, who was already as emaciated as firewood, was now even thinner, with beads of cold sweat like soybeans rolling down his forehead.
He looked shaky, as if he might collapse at any moment.
"Great Prophet!" the elders shouted wildly!
For them, the Great Prophet is their guide in life and the pillar of their souls! If the Great Prophet falls, they really don’t know what to do...
The Great Prophet waved his hand and motioned for the dozen or so people to sit in a row.
"If you see what you see, I will leave in less than an hour." The great prophet looked at the dark night sky outside, which was the darkness before dawn.
Once the darkness dissipates, so will his last breath.
"No, no, no! Don't!"
"Great Prophet! Don't leave!"
"Great Prophet! Please don't abandon us!"
A look of horror appeared on the faces of the elders, and their complexions were as pale as snow. Even the clan leader was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
That is the Great Prophet... If the Fire Source Tribe does not have the Great Prophet, it is really unimaginable what will happen...
The great prophet still smiled, with a warm and kind smile. He said: "Don't panic. After I leave, a new little prophet will naturally appear. When she grows up, everything will be on track. Birth, old age, illness and death, the replacement of the old and the new, the cycle of time, don't
Beyond that, why do you need to be worried and depressed?”
Everyone's eyes followed the direction pointed by the Great Prophet's finger and were fixed on the little figure on the bed.
She was a little girl who was no more than five or six years old. She was pink and jade-like, and her jade-like snow was cute...
"Xiaoju?!" the patriarch yelled!
Xiaoju is his granddaughter!
Everyone is puzzled: "Great prophet! How can Xiaoju be a little prophet?"
"She never showed the aura of a little prophet before."
Faced with everyone's doubts, the Great Prophet smiled lightly: "All this must be attributed to Miss Su Luo. Because of her, Xiao Ju became the little prophet. After I pass away, you will regard her as the prophet, and you will understand in the future."
Ah? Master Su Luo again? What kind of magical existence is Master Su Luo that can turn Xiao Ju into a little prophet?
The Great Prophet called them in. In addition to explaining Xiao Ju's matter, he also specifically told one thing: "After I pass away, Su Luo will take my body away. She knows how to deal with it."
In the Huoyuan tribe, the body of the great prophet is extremely valuable. How could the people of the Huoyuan tribe let Su Luo take away the relics belonging to the great prophet? It must be laid to rest.
After the great prophet made arrangements for the aftermath, he waved his hands to let the tribesmen leave, but in the end he kept Su Luo.
Even Xiao Ju was carried out.
Su Luo and the Great Prophet were the only two people left in the room.
The Great Prophet looked at Su Luo with a slight smile: "You have never asked about Gong Xining's specific location, so you are not worried at all?"
Su Luo smiled: "You have your own plans, don't you?"
The Great Prophet nodded: "Yes, in fact... once the last bit of magic power is condensed, I will disappear. My child, your not urging me is the greatest respect for me."
Su Luo clenched her fists.
In fact, Su Luo knew how difficult it was to locate a person in the vast sea of people. Even if Su Luo entered the realm of the minor god, she would not be able to do this.
And now, the Great Prophet, whose body has been damaged to the breaking point, the price for finding out Gong Xining's location is his life.