Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1468 Return to the tribe first, small altar
  Even though he didn't want to believe it, Zhang Yan understood that the demon clan ate all his clansmen for the sake of the rumors that the so-called cannibal clan could improve their cultivation! Zhang Yan couldn't hold up his body and collapsed on the ground. He wanted to cry loudly, but the tears could not flow from his dry eyes. The elders' chattering was still in his ears, and the laughter of his friends still surrounded him.
  "Hiss" Zhang Yan woke up from the memories, holding his tight and aching heart, and it was difficult to recover for a long time. This is why Zhang Yan traveled a long distance, exhausted physically and mentally, without a single weapon or medicine. His tribe was destroyed, and he struggled to the foot of Kunlun Mountain heartbroken.

Now Zhang Yan clenched the unknown metal in his hand. In that painful memory, this stone was a sacred object that the tribe had always enshrined. The elders of the tribe said that this sacred object had existed from the moment the tribe was born. , it is waiting for the destined person. Maybe he is the destined person, Zhang Yan thought.

The sudden appearance of old things disrupted Zhang Yan's plan to go to Fengling Mountain. The silent call from the direction of the tribe and his inner desire made Zhang Yan decide that he would go back to the tribe first and see the place that raised him.

Using the technique of shrinking the ground into an inch, Zhang Yan arrived under the big tree where he was staying in just ten days. Looking at the almost unchanged scenery, Zhang Yan, who had come to calm down quickly, was also affected by the feeling of shyness deep in his heart. He couldn't help but blush slightly. Everything here seemed familiar. It was not Zhang Yan's memory, but Zhang Yan's memory in the new century that seemed to have such a scene.

Without stopping too much, Zhang Yan ran towards the originally beautiful and happy place step by step. What appears in front of you is no longer what it was in your memory. The traces of blood have been eliminated in the baptism of time. The remaining ruins no longer look like a tribe. The forest and grassland have eroded it.

The only building still standing is the ancestral hall, which is not actually an ancestral hall. It is a small altar. Below the altar is a basement-like structure. It is a forbidden area for the tribe. Usually only the clan leader will pray inside for a night on the eve of the sacrifice. It turned out that Zhang Yan had obtained the unknown metal stone from the space at the bottom of the altar before leaving.

Zhang Yan did not feel sad for too long. He knew that one day he would seek justice for his people. He went straight to the altar, knelt down at the spot where he used to stay, touched his forehead to the ground, and said in a deep and solemn voice. arrive:
  "People of the Zhang tribe, I am back. I am Zhang Yan from the new century. It may have been tens of thousands of years ago. By chance, I took over this body. I am very sorry, but I always feel that this Maybe it's God's will in the dark. I also have such an incomparable sense of familiarity and belonging to this tribe. Maybe I should be a part of it. Fellow tribesmen, please believe that I will definitely avenge you. Also. Yes, I am now a disciple of the Yuqing Sage Yuanshi Tianzun, and the future world will be the human race, so you don’t have to worry, the human race will surely rise and create myths.”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yan knelt down quietly for a while, then stood up and walked to the space under the altar. The dark basement was not disturbed by the monsters. All the furnishings were still neat. Zhang Yan snapped his fingers and his palms lit up. There was a burst of fire.

(End of this chapter)