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Chapter 173 The Chosen One is Unreachable
The Chosen One, born between heaven and earth, possessed wisdom beyond the reach of his peers from the very beginning. [Zhu] had heard many legends and knew the greatness of the Chosen One.

He stood in the first row under the altar, the heat from his nostrils bursting out like fire and his eyes were bloodshot.

The legend of the Chosen One has been spread since the tribe's source landed in the northern border. Across the vast land of ice and snow, all ethnic groups and tribes are well aware of how powerful the Chosen One is, and they long for their tribe to find the Chosen One between heaven and earth.

The appearance of each generation of Chosen Ones is accompanied by great changes in the Northern Realm. They will lead their respective tribes to prosperity and strive for more territory and resources.

Only the Chosen Ones can cultivate to a level above the Jade Tendons!
No one except the Chosen One can cultivate to that top level. It seems that all the people living in the Northern Realm have been abandoned by their ancestors, and only the Chosen One is the darling of heaven and earth.

But why?
[Zhu] has shown good talent since birth. He is good at fighting. When he was half a year old, he had the ambition to kill the monsters with a spear in his hand. When he first heard the legend of the Chosen One from the old witch, he asked a question:
"Since the one who does not fall down when the witch incense burns out is the Chosen One, what if I hold on until the last moment? Am I the Chosen One?"

The Chosen Ones have always referred to those rootless babies, born in ice and snow, who have innate wisdom as soon as they open their eyes.

But since there are standards for the Chosen One, and anyone who persists until the witch incense is burned out is the Chosen One, then why can't I be the Chosen One?
Does the rise of a tribe necessarily depend on a change that has been prayed for for thousands of years?
Do not!
[Zhuang] has been waiting for the blood test since the day he joined the hunting team. He believes that constant training can prove that his blood is good enough. As long as the tribe gathers enough resources and conducts a blood test, he will be able to stimulate his potential.

He had waited for this day, because it was very likely that the Chosen One [Qiu] would appear. The tribe had advanced the blood test that might be held next year, and now more than two-thirds of the witch incense had been burned!
Click!

[Zhuan]’s fists creaked, and his heart seemed to be crushed by a meteorite, gasping for breath in the cracks.

He raised his murderous face and stared at the witch incense on the altar that had shed its ashes. Every wisp of white smoke that rose was igniting his life.

The effect of the water tracing its source is like one tsunami after another, with one wave higher than the other. If one's mind is slightly distracted for a moment, one will immediately fall to the ground and lose consciousness.

But there is less than a third of the time left for the witch incense to burn out!

hum-

His gradually widening eyes were already covered with bloodshot, like a piece of jade wrapped in a red spider web, and his vision was completely red.

The snow turned red, the cold wind blew up blood mist, and the figure of the old witch melted into the blood pool. A wisp of white smoke slowly rose and turned into the only strange color in the pupils.

I felt as hungry as if a vicious beast was devouring my lungs, and as painful as if my body was wandering at the boundary between ice water and magma. My soul was squeezed into a line.

Everything was silent, and only the witch incense turned into white smoke.

Somewhere in the darkness, he saw from the depths of his mind an old man from ancient times standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain. With a wave of his hand, the ice and snow melted, green buds grew on the top of the mountain, and the sun overlooked the vast snow-capped mountains and forests.

The old man planted a seed, and his figure turned into light and disappeared into the world. Tens of thousands of years passed, and the sun rose and the moon set, and the stars moved. Snow covered the mountain top again, but green buds broke through the soil, the trunk rose, and the branches multiplied. The first fruit grew on the tree that gradually covered the whole field. It was plain, but as dazzling as the North Pole Star when the night sky fell.
boom!
Looking at the fruit, [Zhuang]'s consciousness got closer and closer. He seemed to have seen the truth, and seemed to have found the key to the tribe's escape from the ice and snow. But just when his "hands" were about to embrace the fruit, his consciousness was extinguished with thunder.

Snapped.
The child closest to the altar fell to the ground. The strong men of the tribe who had been waiting for a long time rushed up and picked him up, taking him aside to rest and cool down.

Before his eyes were completely closed, [Zhuan] glanced through the slits of his eyes and took one last look at the altar. The witch incense had just burned out, and the last wisp of white smoke rose slowly into the sky. He glanced at [Qiu], the kid who was three years younger than him. He stood there motionless like an ice sculpture, reflecting the light of the day, dazzling.

His mind once again recalled the time in the academy when the old witch replied: "No one of the native tribes of the Northern Boundary can survive until the witch incense burns out. Only those who can cross the boundary are chosen by heaven."

What the old witch said was correct.
As a wisp of stubbornness squeezed out of his chest, [Zhuan]'s eyes closed, and the heat that was tightly clenched in his fist suddenly slipped away from between his fingers.

"God bless Beixue. This child [Zhuan] can actually hold on for so long. It's been a long time since such a person with outstanding bloodline appeared in the tribe!"

"When he grows up, he will definitely inherit his father's will and become a very strong hunting warrior!"

"Hello! Hello!"

[桩] could no longer hear the hymns of the onlookers, but the old witch's gaze remained on him, with surprise and a hint of sadness brewing in his cloudy pupils.

He exhaled lightly, then turned to look at Jiang Qiu who had become an ice sculpture, his mouth trembling with joy: "The one who persists until the witch incense burns out is truly the Chosen One, truly the Chosen One."

The Chosen One, who appears every thousand years on average, has been born again, which means a new round of ethnic conflict is about to begin. Those ethnic groups that secretly picked up the Chosen One will take advantage of the opportunity to turn things around, and those large ethnic groups that have not encountered the Chosen One will do their best to eliminate potential enemies.

The battle to climb the North Boundary Mountain that takes place once every twenty years will turn into a battle of destiny that takes place once every thousand years on average!
In most cases, the tribe with the Chosen One will hold on to the end. Even if the Chosen One never comes back after climbing up the North Boundary Mountain, the tribe can still be strong for more than a thousand years.

Only in very rare cases, the chosen one was strangled in the cradle by the enemy, and the entire tribe was severely damaged and fell into a trough.

Or, the Chosen One personally killed the tribe that adopted him.
"Frost condensed all over his body. This should be the characteristic of [Qiu]'s awakened bloodline talent. It seems to be related to his body. Will he have a strong body from now on?"

The old witch murmured to himself, his slightly rapid breathing unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

Bloodline talent is related to the body, and the skin will also be frosted, which may give extraordinary defensive means, which is extremely excellent during hunting or fighting.

Among the chosen ones of all generations, he can be ranked in the upper-middle level!

When such a powerful Chosen One grows up, the tribe will surely prosper, and may even have a chance to eventually win the battle for the Chosen One!
Just as the old witch was daydreaming, the crowd watching were also surprised and shouted "Beixue Bixing". The lame old man also jumped on one foot with his eyes wide open and raised the crutch in his hand like a torch.

[Flower] also clapped and jumped up and down excitedly.

Only Jiang Qiu took a deep breath and stared at the two panels that popped up in his mind.

(End of this chapter)