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Chapter 648: Fire Transfer
A vigorous and blazing bonfire was lit, and smoke continued to rise. Strangely, the wisps of smoke did not dissipate, but instead gathered together, outlining large patches of smoke trails, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

There were steps under the bonfire. An old man with a dozen bright feathers on his head climbed up the stone steps carefully and took out a charred wood from the top of the bonfire. The flames licked his palms but did not hurt him at all.

The old man's face was smeared with large patches of oil paint, bright and thick, full of unique vitality. He was muttering to himself, chanting long passages, and his ups and downs of voice seemed to come from prayers in the wilderness.

As Ruge finished her blessing, the smoking charred wood suddenly caught fire like a torch. The unique material made the fire burn very steadily, and the flames flickered for a long time.

The priest held the flame high, walked down the stone steps step by step, and threw the charred wood into the brazier filled with wood strips. The stone brazier was ignited, and the smoke from the bonfire seemed to have found a place to stay, gradually gathering in the brazier and disappearing, leaving only the vigorously burning flames.

The priest's skinny body was enveloped by the heat of the flames, sweat trickled down his temples and forehead, but the paint on his face did not fall off. As he watched the brazier burn, he let out a long breath and shouted something loudly to the people gathered outside to watch the ceremony.

The originally solemn and silent tribesmen, women, old and young began to move, rough roars erupted from their strong bodies, and the crowd cheered instantly, setting off waves of sound, like ripples on the water, constantly spreading to everyone.

The fire-moving ceremony is a ritual that every migrating tribe must perform when they find a new place to settle down. It represents that the tribe has regained its roots. The success of the fire-moving means that the great being that protects the tribe is watching them again, protecting them through one deep and dangerous night after another.

At this moment, the two big suns in the sky slowly moved closer, merged into one, and finally dissipated, and a bright moon suddenly appeared in the center above the two big suns, and gusts of cold wind carried the cold moonlight and continued to blow.

Tiny sounds were heard in the darkness, as if a strange being was wandering around, kidnapping creatures addicted to the darkness. The fire of this tribe was rekindled, and the power of protection descended, blocking the dark existence outside the range of the flames.

Afterwards, there was a lively and grand ceremony, where men and women of marriageable age danced around the fire pot. The strong men tore off the animal skins wrapped around their upper bodies, revealing their lifelike lines to the girls.

This is both a festival and a grand matchmaking event. Men will take the initiative to invite the women they love to dance with them, and then get married under the witness of their elders. After that, they will work hard for the birth of a new life.

The married men watched it all in silence, vaguely seeing their past selves in the flames, either rashly or shyly inviting their destined other half.

They looked at each other, walked silently towards the brazier, took out wooden sticks from the brazier, passed them continuously, and gradually inserted the burning wooden sticks to the edge of the settlement, from the inside to the outside, eroding the outer darkness bit by bit. Finally, a large area of ​​sparks wrapped in shining light was formed in an orderly manner.

The priest narrowed his eyes and looked at the cheerful boys and girls. The fire-moving ceremony took up a lot of his energy. The scenes before his eyes represented that this not-so-big tribe would continue. Soon, new life would be born and the fire of the tribe would take root in the new land. This was his duty as a priest, passed down from generation to generation, endlessly.

He raised his bony hands tremblingly and took out a small package from his arms. Inside was a long plant leaf. The white-haired old man rolled them up slowly, layer by layer, and brought them to the flame beside him to ignite. As the plant leaf stems burned, he lowered his head and took a deep breath, exhaling large clouds of smoke with satisfaction.

"prophet……"

A man with an honest face came up to the old man and lowered his head. A long scar ran from his brow to his jaw, tearing one of his eyes. The centipede-like scar and the everted and scabbed cracks gave him an air of bravery.

"small stone."

The billowing white smoke enveloped the old man's wrinkled face, and he looked at the respectful man.

"In the blink of an eye, the kid who would wet his pants when he was nervous has grown up and become the leader of the tribe. It's so unexpected!" The man's face turned red when he talked about his childhood. He grinned and wanted to laugh a few times, but he held it back when he saw the tired face of the old man.

"Shitou, I'm dying."

The old man suddenly spoke, as if he was not announcing his own death, but talking about an ordinary little thing. Seeing that the man was about to speak, he waved his hand.

"I know my own body very well. I should have died a long time ago, but I can't die yet. I dare not die!"

The old man opened his animal skin coat, revealing a wound that went through most of his body and across his chest. His heart was still beating, as could be seen from the wound. However, despite such a serious injury, not a drop of blood flowed. Although the heart was beating slowly, it was still beating, squeezing out the old man's vitality and supporting this body.

He grinned a few times, like a mandrill in the night: "The high priest of the Teng Snake Tribe is indeed powerful. The poison he used is constantly eroding my vitality. If it weren't for the protection of the holy beast, I would have become a pile of bones and a pool of rotten meat."

"But fortunately, I am still alive, and I successfully performed the Fire Moving Ceremony, bringing the power of the sacred beast back to the tribe."

The old man stretched out his eagle claw-like hand and grasped the man's arm tightly, his nails piercing into his flesh and blood: "I didn't dare to close my eyes before, for fear that I wouldn't be able to complete the fire migration. Without fire and the sacred beast, the night is the most dangerous forbidden place. The existence in the night will abduct everyone in the tribe and make them their food. Even their souls will no longer exist."

"Fortunately, we have regained the power of the sacred beast. Even if the sacred beast is defeated in the battle with Teng Snake, as long as it is still alive, it can continue to protect us."

A shadow gradually crept onto the old man's face. "Shi Jian, I want you to remember this moment, remember how they look now. If I die, a new priest will be born. Then you can cremate me and let him take my ashes. This will allow him to inherit my spiritual power and become the new leader of the tribe."

"You must deal with the crisis together with him and fight alongside the sacred beast. I want you to remember the people of the Holy Stone Tribe who died in the turmoil and lie dormant for the time being. We are no match for the Teng Snake now, but don't forget the hatred and the 872 lives that were lost. You must seek revenge."

At this point, the old man's voice was a little hysterical: "You must pass on the hatred. Blood feud must be repaid with blood. One day, you must make Teng Snake pay the price, even if it means sacrificing your life. You must remember that a tribe without hatred and blood will not survive on this land, and it does not deserve to survive!"

After he finished speaking, the old man's voice gradually faded away and became silent. Shi Jian, with trembling hands, tried to help the old man up.

"My Lord Prophet..."

"Get lost, I'm not dead yet, I can still hold on for at least another half a month, don't disturb my rest, my old bones will suffer before I die, you bastards."

The old man opened his eyes wide and cursed loudly. After he had scolded Shi Jian away, he sighed and hobbled back to his residence.

When he opened the door, he was stunned and looked around. The old man turned around, closed the door, and looked at the figure in the center of the room.

"May I ask who you are?"

(End of this chapter)