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"The silence of the old gods does not mean that they are dying."

Josefini's tone became serious, as if giving Ken time to weigh the pros and cons. "According to tradition, we should look for the high priest of the Sacrificial Clan, choose a suitable location, and invite enough wolf spirit owners to participate in the ceremony..."

Ken looked at the white mask.

Josefini chuckled and said, "But you're not a stickler, right? I can help you resonate with the Wasteland Tomb."

Ken took a deep breath and came to Meng's side. He was willing to take risks for his followers, but he couldn't help but said: "The distance between the Uncoverer and the old god is closer than I imagined."

Jose Fini paused, but did not answer.

She flipped her palm, and the starlight began to flicker and rise slowly, like a faint firefly.

"Are you ready to meet Shujisi?"

Josefini's white mask has a mysterious texture like porcelain in the firefly, just like the prayer on the stone wall, revealing an incomprehensible power.

Meng was half asleep, breathing hard, opened his eyes slightly, completely dazed, as if he didn't hear the conversation just now.

Ken always subconsciously leaves a retreat for those around him.

For example, finding shelter for Mag before the war, and curing Meng's disability.

"Let's go."

Ken's voice was as calm as ever.

In an instant, the fireflies between Josefini's fingers fell in front of his eyes like dust.

It was like the first ray of flowing sand, sliding down, taking away Josefini's arm, the mask, the light in the room...

The whole world is rapidly stripped from perception, consciousness falls into a dreamland along with the lines, the sense of balance disappears, and huge roar descends from all directions.

Ken couldn't help trembling, his muscles stiffened, and he felt a strong crisis.

He opened his eyes and came to the Wasteland Tomb.

Ken fell formless in the ancient fog, and the proverbs he had seen flashed in his mind.

【Old News: Wasteland Tomb (Update)】

[The way to meet the gods is like a meteor falling against the sky, the earthly body is blocked by knowledge, and only the original soul is sent to them and judged. 】

In a short moment, the surroundings suddenly became clear.

People with weak willpower may not be able to bear it when they pass through the fog, and become lunatics on the road to the wishing peak.

Ken saw the churning sea of ​​clouds, and in an instant, a mountain range was exposed in the darkness.

It is precipitous and upright, standing quietly amidst the never-ending rain and muffled thunder, raising its majestic peaks, and it is more magnificent than any natural creation in the north.

The rain curtain pierced Ken's soul like a sharp blade, mixed with the thunder of destruction, and smashed on the mountain in a mess.

Did not stir up dust.

No gravel was laid either.

The entire mountain peak is like the hardest creation in the world, which has already been integrated through the suffering of years.

[There are thirteen noble souls sleeping here forever, the afterglow of the world is blowing, someone should sing, and the passionate life is boiling on the earth. 】

The remark appeared, and the state of chaos was instantly lifted.

Ken regained the ability to think, and immediately began to obtain information from the surroundings, using human senses to record everything in front of him.

The wasteland tomb is the tomb built by Shujisi for the beast spirits. In his eyes, it is a magnificent and continuous mountain range.

The power cleaning here is definitely more than one old god.

The debunker's information is wrong, at least incomplete.

They thought that the Tomb of the Wilderness was controlled by Shujisi, but in fact, this place is filled with terrifying and messy power of the old gods, which is far from the resting place in the records, just like...

The land of no man, the place of oblivion.

Ken suddenly sensed a familiar soul, and then raised his head. In fact, he had no entity, but just moved his consciousness upwards, focusing on the thick cloud he passed through.

The world is cut off there.

The sharp and sharp rain curtains contain strands of light, they are the earthly soul carrier, the symbol of every person who sets foot in the wasteland mound, and they illuminate everything around them.

The ancient Xiongfeng was not shaken by the thunder, silently answered those prayers, conveying the power sleeping in the tomb.

The power of the old gods is also waiting for an opportunity to return to the world.

Ken knew it from the bottom of his heart, and seemed to have glimpsed some of the secrets of the Wasteland Tomb.

[Not only Shujisi, but also other old gods, they hid their power in the wasteland tomb, and they seemed to regard this as some kind of backhand long before the silence. 】

Everything in front of me is just some kind of projection of the wasteland mound, using things that human beings can understand to construct entities for illusory power.

In a thin and hazy light curtain, a ray of light broke away from the rain and moved towards Ken's position.

Mongolian soul.

At this moment, the surrounding thunder suddenly weakened, and the sound of wind came from the dark and majestic peak, and the breath of a certain majestic thing roared through the icy mountain range.

[The king of the wolf tribe, awakened from the Battle of Gerda. 】

Ken could feel that the space was distorting, and the black border came alive, swallowing up colors and sounds, and condensed into a pair of beast eyes with insight into everything, as huge as a mountain, staring at him quietly.

Awakened by the afterglow of the Wasteland Tomb, and full of hostility, the lonely wolf spirit will test the audience.

Unable to bear the gaze of the wasteland wolf king, he was instantly destroyed by the invisible coercion and fell downward.

Ken was taken aback.

A pitch-black flame rose from his soul, and it rushed towards the beast's eye. There was a wave in the depths of the wasteland mound, and the vast thunder condensed again, ready to smash down on Ken at any time.

Meng's soul, which was supposed to fall, suddenly turned upwards, chasing the black flames and rushing towards the mountains, as if to help Ken block the lightning above his head.

The space stagnates at this moment.

Forgive me.

The gods with power appeared.

He didn't show his original appearance, but he has already begun to interfere with this space.

The sky has its own will broken.

Thunder died, and wolf spirit retreated.

Perhaps it was Ken who had spied on the secrets of the old gods, or maybe the ripples from the wasteland tomb affected his perception.

The whole world was enveloped in dead silence, and a chill beyond the soul enveloped the mountains.

Ken understands:

That was the desolation of the exiled land. Shujisi and Qiwen, like other silent old gods, were isolated from the world and imprisoned in nothingness.

A realm beyond the reach of death.

Shujisi's figure did not appear, but the dense clouds rolled more regularly.

Meng's soul was still suspended in front of his body, struggling to survive, as if surviving from the gaze of the gods was a kind of counterbalance.

After giving in to Shenwei, the wolf spirit stared at Meng's soul, recognized his loyalty and courage, and then disappeared without any more hostility.

Ken also tries to find Shujisi.

Qiwen is the image of an ice sculpture, but Shujisi's attitude is even more indifferent, and he can't see any entity that represents the power and belief of the old gods.

He did not meet with the mortals, nor did he issue a word of revelation.

But Shujisi did stay here, and even observed Ken. He held down a conflict, and after a while, sent out the soul that broke into this place.

Thanks to the fat pumpkin for the reward, I am so ashamed.