The people of the Liaoyuan tribe below the altar were stunned for a moment, and then cheered excitedly.
Only Zhutian looked at Zhu Rong, who was covered in flames, and felt a little panicked for a moment.
"Here, where is this totem beast..."
Without the totem beast, the Liaoyuan tribe would have no protection, and they would have to face the intrusion of those powerful monsters.
In mid-air, Zhu Rong's face was a little confused at first, then he looked at the flames on his body and the dense flame patterns on his body, and slowly clenched his fists.
"Roar--"
He looked up to the sky and roared, and a layer of soaring flames appeared around him.
This brilliance is ten times more powerful than the flame power of the previous totem beast!
The flames around Zhu Rong turned into a set of flame armor as he roared, condensing on his body.
His figure slowly descended, and the moment he stepped onto the stone platform, a flame rose from the three marks below.
The flame that had been extinguished on the altar was ignited again.
It wasn't until the flame rose that Zhutian breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked happy.
"Zhu Rong!"
I don't know who shouted loudly.
"Zhu Rong!"
"Zhu Rong——"
The tribesmen below the altar danced and started circling around the altar.
Zhu Rong waved excitedly and walked up to Han Muye.
"Brother Han, I feel like I have a lot more memories, but..."
He couldn't express it.
The expressions of ancient creatures are very straightforward and simple.
"It's all about the memory of flames, right?" Han Muye asked with a smile.
Zhu Rong nodded.
"Slowly recall it first, to understand the power of flames and control its rules." Han Muye spoke softly, holding up a ball of golden flames in his palm.
This flame keeps changing, sometimes turning into a flying bird, sometimes turning into a running beast.
The flame exploded like a cloud, and then condensed into a golden spear.
In Zhu Rong's eyes, this flame is like a living thing and can transform into anything.
These methods made his eyes bright.
"I, can I do this too?"
He clenched his fists and whispered softly.
Han Muye smiled and nodded: "That's natural."
…
The totem beast of the Liaoyuan tribe fell, but its power was inherited by Zhu Rong.
With the power of the totem beast, Zhu Rong naturally controls the rules of fire. The power of controlling fire only requires simple practice, and it is as smooth as if it is engraved in his bones.
Zhu Rong practiced how to control the power of fire by himself, and would ask Han Muye for advice if he didn't understand.
Han Muye walked into the stone house prepared for him by the Liaoyuan tribe and practiced in seclusion.
When he first entered the primitive world, Han Muye felt a hint of strangeness in the power of heaven and earth.
In retreat at this time, he had time to analyze it carefully.
"If the guess is not wrong, then where did the prehistoric era come from..."
In his hand, a space-level warrior spear appeared.
A trace of golden divine patterns shine on the war gun.
When the qi and blood power in Han Muye's body penetrated into the soldiers, the spear vibrated, causing the power in the void to pour in.
Han Muye's eyes sparkled with light.
It is indeed the original power!
Just like the plane of heaven, the complete original power!
Therefore, the original prehistoric era was also an upper plane like the Cangtian plane!
Only in this way can we explain why only the real body can enter the prehistoric ruins world.
Although this place has been transformed into a ruin realm, its origin is still complete, and incomplete soul power cannot enter it at all.
What happened in the first place that caused the prehistoric world to fall from an upper plane and eventually become an ordinary universe? Or even finally turn into a ruin world?
Moreover, unlike the Cangtian plane, the prehistoric world clearly suppresses all kinds of power to the limit.
The Cangtian Plane is just the opposite. Not only will the power of all practitioners who enter it not be suppressed, but as long as their origins are intact, the power of various magical powers displayed will be many times stronger.
What's the significance of this?
The secrets about the planes are too far away to be found, but since the original power of the prehistoric world is complete, Han Muye can do more things.
Pieces of prehistoric and cosmic-level armor appeared around him, gently shining and rotating around his body, with layers of divine light emerging from them.
Supplement the source.
In this ancient plane, these armors are slowly replenishing the missing original power.
Let these armors circle around on their own, and a flame rose in front of Han Muye.
An alchemy cauldron appeared.
It's not the Ziyang Cauldron, it's the Immortal Treasure Alchemy Cauldron that hasn't been used in a long time.
As each elixir fell in front of him, a dazzling light appeared in Han Muye's hands.
Alchemy.
Refining elixirs in the ancient wilderness with complete origins.
When the elixir was put into the alchemy cauldron one by one, the flames swirled around, the alchemy cauldron vibrated slightly, and all the surrounding original power was poured into the alchemy cauldron.
In front of Han Muye, the original power shone and intertwined in the alchemy cauldron, constantly blending.
The cyan stream represents life, the red represents the fullness of blood, the black represents heavy gold and iron, and the gold represents the bright sun...
"Buzz——"
The alchemy cauldron vibrated, and sapphire-colored elixirs flew out one after another. Each elixir had light golden divine lines on it.
The elixir of origin.
Even if the quality of this elixir is poor, it still has its perfect origin.
Such elixirs are a treasure for practitioners on lower planes who lack their original power.
A treasure that replenishes the source.
Taking an elixir into his mouth, the melted medicinal power mixed with the original power spread throughout his body, making Han Muye's smile even wider.
Last time, among the millions of strong men who opened the road to heaven and entered the plane of heaven, only a few of them had their true origins intact.
After returning to the lower plane, it is not easy for them to improve and replenish their original power.
But with this elixir, it's easy. As a guide to practice, one elixir can turn into the foundation of the perfect origin.
"Buzz——"
The alchemy cauldron vibrated, and each elixir was sent into it again.
…
One month later.
On the altar, two figures intertwined.
"Bang——"
The flame-condensed fist shadow struck out, and Zhu Rong rushed towards Han Muye, who was facing him with a calm expression, without hesitation.
The golden flaming fist turned into a lion in mid-air and rushed towards Han Muye.
Han Muye raised his hand and suppressed the lion with one palm, then kicked Zhu Rong on the shoulder, knocking him back to where he was.
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Han Muye rushed forward again.
Unfortunately, Han Muye still suppressed the flames around Zhu Rong with one palm, then smashed the flame spear in his hand with one punch, and then punched him in the chest.
Zhu Rong's body couldn't bear the punch and collapsed.
"ah--"
Several of the tribesmen watching the battle below exclaimed.
Others are not surprised.
The shattered Zhu Rong's body turned into flames and condensed again three feet away.
The body of flame is immortal.
This is the origin of the power of fire.
"Brother Han, can I come with you now?"
After a great battle, Zhu Rong walked down from the altar proudly and looked at Han Muye beside him.
Han Muye told him a few days ago that he was leaving. Zhu Rong wanted to join him, but Han Muye refused.
Han Muye's reason was that Zhu Rong was not strong enough.
That's how today's competition came about.
In this battle, although Zhu Rong was still completely at a disadvantage, he also showed that his strength was not inferior to other divine beasts.
At this time, his combat power has surpassed that of the previous Totem Beast of the Liaoyuan Tribe.
"If you come with me, what will happen to the people of the Liaoyuan tribe?" Han Muye looked around and asked.
Although these tribesmen have now practiced some of the techniques taught by Han Muye, their combat power has only improved slightly, and is incomparable to the reborn Zhu Rong.
If Zhu Rong leaves, I don’t know what will happen to the Liaoyuan tribe without the protection of the totem beast.
"I, I want to take the tribe with me." Zhu Rong raised his head and looked into the distance, with a trace of expectation and longing in his eyes.
"We never dared to think about going to distant places before. Now, I want to take them to see distant places."
The people here were born in the wilderness, and most of them have never left the surrounding area.
Most of them will die in the battle with monsters.
Even Zhu Rong himself had never thought of going far away.
Now that he has the power of fire, he dares to think about things that he didn't dare to think about before.
Take your own tribe to see it.
Han Muye turned his head and looked at the Liaoyuan tribe members who were dispersed in the distance to do their own things.
When I walked from the Western Frontier of Tianxuan to Zhongzhou, then from Zhongzhou to the Nine Heavens, and finally entered the Immortal Realm and broke through the Divine Realm, I was accompanied by many old friends along the way.
These people may be hindered by their own spiritual path, but it is because of these obstacles that they can go further.
Han Muye has always felt that the ruthless path of spiritual practice in the world is not suitable for him, and that only the path of sentience can truly enable him to achieve supreme cultivation.
What Zhu Rong said was extremely simple.
It is this simple language, but it reveals the true origin.
The source of spiritual practice.
Cultivation in this world is all driven by spirituality. Otherwise, it will eventually become heartless and desireless, and will eventually dissolve and merge with the way of heaven.
The power of heaven in the prehistoric world is strong because of the protection of this sentient way, right?
Although he was not sure that his idea was correct, Han Muye decided to give it a try.
"Okay, let's stay here first, and I'll refine some weapons to help your people improve their combat power."
The people of the Liaoyuan tribe have pretty good combat power. With their weapons and training, they can deal with ordinary monsters.
If the human race in the primitive world had no fighting ability at all, they would have perished long ago.
Zhu Rong was overjoyed when he heard that Han Muye had promised to take the Liaoyuan tribe members away.
What's more, Han Muye still needs to refine weapons.
Zhu Rong told his family members about this, and everyone was excited.
Zhutian led a group of strong tribesmen to deliver the previously stored animal teeth, bones, and various ores to Han Muye.
Just like the plane of heaven, these things are all contained in their origins and can be used to exert their power simply by refining them.
Zhu Rong's free labor was not in vain, so Han Muye asked Zhu Rong to use the power of flames to melt the ores and continuously blend and temper them.
A group of tribesmen who had no use for their strength used hammers to forge and create rough embryos.
Zhutian and other tribesmen who lacked strength polished the teeth and bones of animals.
Those women performed the tasks of polishing, binding, and gluing.
After all the processes, the last step was handed over to Han Muye to carve the divine patterns.
After understanding the flame divine pattern on the altar, Han Muye had a lot of speculations about other divine patterns with various attributes.
However, Han Muye did not try to carve other divine patterns on these weapons. At most, he added some variations.
For example, on a thick-backed machete, after carving three flame divine patterns on the back of the knife and adding a wind attribute divine pattern, the flame power on the long knife can be tripled.
The bone-tooth arrow engraved with a flame divine pattern has a metallic divine pattern engraved on the arrow tip, which allows it to have stronger armor-piercing power.
These weapons may not be too powerful in the ancient world due to the suppression of heaven, but if placed on the lower plane, each of them is a divine weapon.
Just the original divine patterns engraved on it, each one is a destructive existence.
In three months, more than a hundred members of the Liaoyuan tribe each had a handy weapon in their hands.
Not only are there weapons, there are even some weird-looking armors.
In the past, it was not that the people of the Liaoyuan tribe did not want to make these.
But life was hard, everyone was busy hunting, and there was no time to collect supplies to make armor.
What's more, without refining methods and without carving divine patterns, such weapons and armor are just paper in front of those monsters.
Now, with Zhu Rong alone, the food in the tribe can no longer be eaten. With Han Muye taking the initiative to carve the divine patterns, the weapons and armors that can be refined can become more numerous and powerful.
Outside Han Muye's stone house, Zhu Rong was holding a hook-link spear in his hand and waving it around.
These weapons cannot be used in combat just by holding them in hand, they also require practicing various tactics and techniques.
Previously, Zhu Rong thought that as long as he had weapons in hand, he could exert his tyrannical fighting power. However, after being taught a few lessons by Han Muye, he finally came to learn how to fight obediently.
"Zhu Rong, people from the Huangyan tribe are here to ask for help!"
In the distance, a tribesman carrying a big bow shouted.
Zhu Rong stopped the moves in his hands and ran away quickly.
After a while, he led a tall young man covered in blood to Han Muye's stone house.
"Brother Han, the Huangyan tribe was attacked by monsters. Their contracted beasts were defeated and the clansmen were killed and dispersed."
Zhu Rong had a heavy look on his face and spoke in a low voice.
The Huangyan tribe is five hundred miles away and has a good relationship with the Zhurong tribe.
Zhu Rong’s mother was from the Huangyan tribe.
Han Muye looked at the tribesman from the Huangyan tribe who came to ask for help. His energy and blood were surging and declining. Several wounds on his body were bleeding continuously. He saw that his original energy was being lost.
It’s hard work to get here.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a stream of green light fell on the Huangyan tribesman.
The stream of light enveloped him, and the wounds on his body healed quickly.
This scene made the young man stunned, with shock on his face.
What kind of magical method is this?
Han Muye popped out another green elixir and landed in front of Zhu Rong: "This elixir can replenish the essence, otherwise he will die soon."
Zhu Rong hurriedly gave the elixir to the young man, but the young man did not take it. He just gritted his teeth and said: "Zhu Rong, you want to save my Huangyan tribe. My father said that we should merge our Huangyan tribe into your Liaoyuan tribe."
"Zhu Rong, my father is your uncle, you have to save him!"