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He looked at his own masterpiece, then at others', and his expression gradually changed from embarrassment to a sense of resignation.

"Anyway... watermelons are oval-shaped, right? So it's about the same!"

Murong Jiao took a deep breath, but in the end she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright, Fang Xu brand watermelon egg, one of a kind."

As for Mo Fan...

His Easter egg sat quietly in front of him.

Made of a single piece of wood, the egg is round and full, and because of its high score, it is quite large—second only to Niu Kuang's giant stone egg, making it the second largest egg on the scene.

The eggshell was coated with a uniform layer of grass-green pigment, neither too dark nor too light, like the tender buds sprouting in early spring. On top of that green, Mo Fan added some plant-like decorations—several treated, bright green leaves, arranged in a staggered pattern along the egg's curved surface, their veins clearly visible. A few unidentified dried flowers were also nestled among the leaves, adding a touch of life.

The entire egg looks like a mysterious egg that rolled out of the depths of the forest, wrapped in vines and leaves.

Simple and serene, yet possessing a vibrant vitality.

"Mo Fan's is huge." Fang Xu looked at the giant green egg, his tone full of envy. "Having more points is definitely an advantage."

"Hmm." Mo Fan looked at his finished product and nodded slightly.

Mo Fan is always satisfied with the works he has created himself, regardless of how others evaluate them.

He looked up and glanced around.

At the market, colorful eggs of all sizes were laid out on the ground. Each one was unique, and no two were exactly alike.

The owners of those Easter eggs—whether players or natives—all wore similar smiles at that moment.

At this moment, there is no competition, no scheming.

The pure joy that a festival should bring.

Chapter 234 Totem Wishing Wall

As the sun began to set, all the colorful Easter eggs in the center of the market were finally finished.

Large and small, delicate and rugged, ornate and simple—they are like gems scattered on the ground, reflecting a dazzling luster in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The elder leaned on his wooden cane, slowly surveyed the surroundings, his cloudy eyes reflecting the colors on the ground, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"All right."

He tapped the wooden cane lightly; the sound was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears precisely.

"Now that everything is ready, come with me."

The First Elder turned around and slowly walked towards the southwest of the tribe. The three clan chiefs followed closely behind, along with Turing, Flying Axe, and Big Bone, walking side by side.

Everyone picked up their respective Easter eggs and joined the group.

Mo Fan carried the grass-green wooden egg in both hands, following the crowd. Beside him, Murong Jiao held her carefully decorated three-colored egg, walking briskly. Murong Sha held the simple light blue egg, walking quietly beside her sister. Fang Xu carefully protected his "watermelon egg," afraid of bumping or damaging it.

The group traveled through the tribe's dense forest trails for about fifteen minutes.

The dirt road underfoot gradually turned into smooth stone slabs, and the trees on both sides became thinner. An ancient and tranquil atmosphere filled the air, as if something that had been sleeping for a long time was breathing silently.

Then--

The field of vision suddenly opened up.

A huge rock wall appeared before them.

"Wow......."

Murong Jiao let out a low gasp.

It was a nearly vertical natural cliff face, several dozen feet high and stretching for dozens of steps in width. The surface was polished to an extremely smooth finish, and under the setting sun, it presented a deep bluish-gray color, carrying a unique sense of weight and texture accumulated over the years.

The rock face is covered with holes of all sizes.

Some holes are no bigger than a fist, while others can hold an object half a person's height. They come in various shapes, some round, some oval, some deep, some shallow, scattered across the entire rock face, like countless eyes opened by the earth itself.

And between those holes—are extremely intricate patterns.

The patterns were deeply carved, with lines of varying thickness. Some resembled winding vines, others flowing water, and still others were totem symbols that Mo Fan couldn't decipher at all. They intertwined, converged, and dispersed, weaving the entire rock face into a vast and mysterious net.

Each line extends from the edge of one hole and merges into another. It's as if these holes don't exist independently, but are connected to each other through the lines, forming a complete... loop.

"This is the Totem Wishing Wall." The elder's voice echoed in front of the rock wall, carrying a touch of solemnity.

He turned around and looked at the crowd. The setting sun shone from behind him, casting a warm light on his face, which was etched with the marks of time.

"The totem wishing wall has been maintained by the Shi clan for generations and has a history of unknown length."

Chief Turing stepped forward, his resolute face bearing a mixture of solemnity and pride. He nodded slightly towards the rock face, as if paying homage to an old friend.

The elder's gaze swept over everyone present—the players from the three teams, as well as the native residents who were also holding Easter eggs.

"Now."

His voice was calm yet powerful.

"Put your Easter eggs in these holes."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone sprang into action.

The indigenous people were clearly familiar with the process. They approached the rock face in twos and threes, searching for a suitable spot among the numerous holes, and gently placed the colored eggs into them. Their movements were natural and reverent, as if they were performing a sacred ritual.

The players, with a touch of novelty, followed suit.

Niu Kuang carried his enormous, colorful stone egg and searched for quite a while at the bottom of the rock wall before finally finding a sufficiently spacious hole. He stuffed the multicolored giant egg inside, and the moment the stone egg touched the rock wall, it made a dull "thud."

"Perfect!" Niu Kuang clapped his hands and took a step back in satisfaction.

Tie Dan and Er Mao also placed their respective colored eggs. Tie Dan's egg, painted in bright red and green, was stuffed into a medium-sized hole, its vibrant colors standing out among the other colored eggs. Er Mao's egg, on the other hand, was much simpler, its grayish shell painted with only a light layer of blue, lying quietly in a small hole in the corner.

Song Chen stepped forward and placed his Easter egg into a slightly elevated hole. His Easter egg was made of a mixture of stone and bone, painted with a cool silver-gray color, and decorated with several exquisite totem-patterned bone ornaments, giving it a cool and restrained overall style.

Lin Sen followed behind, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and placed his ordinary-looking Easter egg into the hole next to Song Chen.

Murong Jiao skipped and hopped to the rock wall, looking left and right before finally choosing a hole slightly above the center. She tiptoed and carefully placed her pink and gold egg, adorned with star-shaped ornaments, inside.

"Perfect!" She took a step back, put her hands on her hips, and admired her work with satisfaction as it appeared in the hole.

Murong Sha chose an adjacent hole next to her sister's and gently placed the light blue egg inside. The few silver-white leaf decorations on the eggshell shimmered softly in the setting sun.

Fang Xu scratched his head, then found a hole in the bottom of his "watermelon egg" and put it inside. The green egg with black stripes stood out among the other colorful eggs...

Mo Fan was the last to step forward.

He found a suitable hole in the middle of the rock wall, held the grass-green wooden egg in both hands, and steadily placed it inside.

The bright green leaves and dried flowers on the eggshell still exude a vibrant vitality under the dim, yellow sunlight of the setting sun.

The moment the Easter egg fell into the hole, Mo Fan vaguely felt a faint warmth emanating from his fingertips. It was as if the rock wall itself was breathing, responding to him.

But the feeling was fleeting, so fast that Mo Fan almost thought it was an illusion.

He withdrew his hand and took a few steps back.

Looking around, the entire totem wishing wall is now covered with colorful eggs of all sizes. They are like stars, adorning the ancient patterned network and complementing the engravings.

The setting sun cast its last rays upon the rock face, gilding all the colors with a golden edge.

The scene was indescribable—whether it was spectacular or heartwarming, it was simply beautiful.

The elder stood before the rock wall, surveyed the colorful eggs embedded in the holes, and slowly nodded.

"Okay."

He turned around, looked at the crowd, and spoke calmly.

"The Easter egg making is finished. You can all go back to your own business."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze lingered on the teams of Mo Fan, Niu Kuang, and Song Chen.

"If nothing unexpected happens," the elder's voice softened, tinged with a hint of inexplicable emotion, "you will be leaving after tomorrow's sacred tree ceremony."

Chapter 235 The Last Night

A slight thought crossed everyone's mind.

go away.

I've been in Pandonog for several days now. From initial unfamiliarity to gradually integrating into the life of this ancient tribe, participating in mining competitions, barbecue contests, bonfire parties... these days have been much more fulfilling than I imagined.

“So,” the elder said gently, leaning on his cane, “you should use this last bit of time to do what you want to do.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The three groups dispersed, and the indigenous people also left in twos and threes. The crowd in front of the totem wishing wall gradually dispersed, leaving only the rock wall studded with colorful eggs, standing quietly in the twilight.

.......

On the way back to the center of the tribe, Murong Jiao stretched and yawned, her yellow pigtails swaying gently in the evening breeze.

"Where are you all planning to go?" She turned her head and looked at the three people beside her, her almond-shaped eyes filled with curiosity.

Mo Fan thought for a moment and said, "I plan to go to Elder Mu Yuan's place. He mentioned before that I should go there again."

"Elder Mu Yuan?" Murong Jiao blinked, then nodded in realization. "Oh right, the one at the medicine-making hut. Well, you learned how to make those barbecue seasonings and sauces over there, so it's only right that you go."

She put her hands behind her back and hopped lightly twice.

“Alright, we don’t have anything urgent to do.” She looked around at the Pandonog tribe in the twilight, a bright smile spreading across her lips. “We’ll probably just wander around Pandonog and take a few photos.”

As she spoke, she took out her phone from her pocket, waved it, and beckoned to Murong Sha and Fang Xu.

"Let's go! Before it gets completely dark, let's take as many pictures as possible!"

Fang Xu immediately followed: "Coming, coming!"

Murong Sha nodded slightly and followed behind her sister, her steps steady and light.

Before leaving, she turned back and glanced at Mo Fan.

Come back soon.

The sound was soft, yet very clear.

Mo Fan nodded.