Nine suns stepping on the sky

The Chiyan tribe at the foot of the volcano lived here in the ages. After a long time of inheritance, the number of people has grown from a few thousand at the beginning to more than 200 million people today. It can barely be regarded as a small regional tribe in the vast fairy world.

Don't underestimate the so-called small regional clans. Those who are eligible for this title must at least be powerful and rule tens of thousands of miles.

However, too many inheritance classics have been lost, and the ethnic group has never produced a peerless powerhouse, which greatly reduces the strength of the Chiyan clan than it seems on the surface. In this radius of tens of thousands of miles, they have never straightened their backs.

Not long ago, I just found a backer to rely on, and the high priest once said that the power of the sleeping Faith Ruler is extremely powerful.

As long as he wakes up and bestows a little kindness, he can help the Chiyan tribe restore the glory they had in ancient times.

This made all the members of the Chiyan tribe ecstatic, praying day after day, because it can help the Lord of Faith to wake up in the shortest possible time.

But what frightened them was that before the Lord of Faith awakened, the Chiyan Clan's survival became more difficult.

"The great priest, the battlefield between the Fire Clan and the Snow Clan, is thinking about our clan's location. If you don't leave immediately, I'm afraid it will be too late!"

Under the altar, a monk of the Chiyan tribe spoke anxiously, with an unconcealable horror on his face.

There was a sudden commotion among the senior members of the Chiyan Clan attending the meeting.

"Silence!" the high priest shouted, "disrespect in front of the altar is a blasphemy against the master of faith, do you want to arouse the anger of the master!"

The place where the altar was located suddenly fell silent, and many people looked uneasy and hurriedly bowed their heads to pray.

"Great priest, calm down. Right now it involves the life and death of our clan. It is understandable for the clansmen to be anxious." The patriarch said, and couldn't help sighing softly, "The situation is so dangerous now, and the Master of Faith has come without any instructions. We might just be on our own."

The high priest was silent. He had to admit that what the patriarch said was right, and it fit the hearts of many clansmen, it was the best choice.

But he had to object.

With a bitter smile, the high priest raised his head, "You may call me stubborn in your hearts, and you would rather die than change, but the fact is that our clan can't leave this volcano at all."

"Great Priest, what do you mean by that?"

"Why can't my family leave? Please tell the high priest!"

"Could it be that the high priest knows something?"

As soon as the patriarch raised his hand, the chaos immediately calmed down, showing a strong control, and said in a deep voice: "Grand Priest, tell the reason, if you can't convince everyone, I put the survival of the clan as the most important thing, and I can only lead the clan to leave. Even if it offends the majesty of the ruler of faith, I am willing to bear it!"

The corner of the high priest's mouth became more bitter, "Patriarch, you are in charge of the daily affairs of the clan, haven't you noticed that among the newborn babies of our clan, there are fewer and fewer people who are qualified to practice, and their qualifications are getting lower and lower?"

"When you first came to the position of patriarch, our clan had about 400 newborns every year. After 700 years, there were only more than [-]. After [-] years, there were less than [-]. Now, there are less than [-] newborns every year. Thousands. Among them, the proportion of newborns who are qualified to practice has dropped from [-]% to less than [-]% today, and the average aptitude has also dropped by one level."

The patriarch's face changed slightly, his brows were fixed in thought, and his face became more and more ugly.

Obviously, things are as stated above.

The high priest coughed, "I have been a high priest for far longer than you have been the patriarch, so the gradual decline of our clan is even more shocking. Since more than 4000 years ago, I began to secretly investigate the reason, in order to find out, so that I can let the family go. The method for the Chiyan Clan to restore vitality. Not long ago, I finally found the reason, but it made me feel desperate."

His cloudy eyes swept across the crowd, his old face was lonely and sad, "I found that the reason for the decline of the Chiyan clan is not caused by the outside world, but the blood flowing in our body is constantly thinning and disappearing, just like A pool of water without a source can only gradually dry up in desperation, and the speed of drying up is becoming faster and faster."

The patriarch's eyes flashed, "No, if the blood is really thin and dissipated, we can't be unaware. You are wrong, high priest!"

The people of the Scarlet Yan Clan who were stunned seemed to have been injected with a booster, and their pale faces regained a tinge of blood.

The high priest sighed, "I also hope that the reason I found is wrong, but in fact, none of you have noticed this, it is because of this volcano in front of you and me. Maybe some of the ancestors have predicted the future There will be such a day, so I chose to settle here, and strictly ordered my family not to move.”

"With the help of the power of this volcano, the blood of the Chiyan tribe can be maintained until today, but because of this, we have become inseparable from it. Because, once out of the range of the volcano's power, the blood of the Chiyan tribe will be destroyed. It will completely disappear in a very short period of time. Even if it is you, your cultivation will plummet, and it will be difficult to find a person with cultivation qualifications among the newborns... The group will completely decline."

The high priest said in a sad voice, "Do you think it is still possible to escape now? Even if you escape, you can temporarily avoid this catastrophe and wait for the Chiyan tribe, what will happen?"

Under the altar, there was a dead silence.

The patriarch clenched his fists hard, his nails pierced deep into the flesh and blood, and the pain was not as painful as he felt in his heart.Are the Chiyan clan really going to perish in his hands, or sink completely?

"Clan people!" the high priest suddenly said, breaking the dead silence, "Now, I hope you can go back immediately, gather all the clansmen, and pray to our Lord of Faith, asking Him to wake up, come down with supreme power, and protect us Our family survived this calamity."

Maybe you feel negative and hopeless, but this is the only thing we can do! "

The patriarch was the first to turn around and walk out. This tough man, who had always been tough, fierce, and desperately defending the interests of the clan, had a hunched back, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and every step was extremely heavy.

More high-ranking members of the Chiyan Clan left full of sadness.

The high priest turned around, knelt down under the altar, bowed his head and kissed the ground, and whispered devoutly, "My lord, you exist above billions, and your status is exalted. You are the most noble existence in this world. Your power is irresistible, Your majesty cannot be offended, and your brilliance will surely illuminate the world."

"I beg you to wake up, shelter your most devout believers, can come out of the vortex of despair, fear, and no longer suffer."

……

While the chief priest of the Chiyan Clan was praying, the sky suddenly shattered in a certain space in the fairy world, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the wind roared.

That loud bang silenced all the creatures in the mountains below.

A figure appeared between the cracks, struggling to squeeze out of the body little by little.