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He asked, "Has your tribe never thought about making changes?"

Bresta nodded. "Of course we've thought of ways! We've sent our best young men out to broaden their horizons, let them experience the world, and encourage them to strive. But in the end, they either return home dejected and never recover, or they are blinded by the allure of the outside world and refuse to come back. Some are even ashamed of being Native Americans! Very few are able to establish themselves abroad."

Oh, by the way, Native Americans have the lowest level of education among other Amis races; their basic education is very poor.

Zhao Hao shook his head: "Sending people outside is just a temporary solution. Haven't you thought about using the casino's profits to establish scholarships or develop the community?"

Bresta was taken aback by this, as if he hadn't really thought about it before. It seems that the talent for "farming" truly is unique to us Chinese!

He grabbed Zhao Hao's arm, his face beaming with excitement, "Zhao Hao! Tell me, tell me in detail!"

Before Zhao Hao could speak, Colt shouted, "What are you doing? Hurry up and catch up, you're going to fall behind!"

Bresta was supposed to lead the way, but the two of them started chatting behind and were about to break away from the main group.

Braesta suppressed his excitement and whispered, "I'll come find you tonight!" Then he ran ahead to lead the group and introduce Colt to the local tribal chief.

Zhao Hao: Damn it, don't come here! I only see women at night!

Chapter 388 Flame Realm

Having arrived at the Wende River tribe, Zhao Hao and his group had completed half of their journey, half of the surface world.

However, there is a problem here: the secret realm controlled by the Wende River tribe cannot be opened at will, but requires a sacrificial ceremony on a special day.

This is understandable, since good hidden places can't really be left to the Native Americans, right?

Back then, the Mysterious Bureau hadn't even managed to acquire a decent secret realm yet.

Fortunately, tomorrow night is a time when the sacrificial ceremony can be held, and only Zhao Hao and about ten others will be going in. So it doesn't need to be a very auspicious day or a grand ceremony; it will be enough.

It's only a delay of one night or one day; we can afford to wait.

After all, if you don't enter the inner world from here, the more distant secret realms are hundreds of kilometers away.

Moreover, distances in the Inner World are difficult to calculate, and if you want to travel hundreds of kilometers across the Inner World, it would probably take at least a month.

Zhao Hao and the others received special treatment. After all, Colt was the most powerful and highest-ranking among the branch officers, and his forehead was the brightest, so he was bound to receive certain preferential treatment.

Even though the Indian chiefs and priests don't go out much, they have to treat any powerful figures who come to their door well. If you think they're stupid, then you're talking nonsense.

To put it simply, the chieftain's intelligence is at least 15, and the old priest with his wrinkled face probably has an intelligence of over 20.

Zhao Hao's investigation could not pinpoint the exact number, but it was roughly accurate.

Even the eye of fate said that the old priest was a wise elder.

According to Bresta, the old priest is 108 years old!

So he was already 95 years old in 1970, and psionic energy had not yet been revived!

It's estimated that the old man was only a Black Iron level superhuman at that time, yet he lived to be ninety-five years old despite the relatively backward medical and food conditions. That's quite something!

Although his physical condition may be failing, his mental attributes are definitely not low, possibly exceeding 30 points!

At least the schizophrenic Professor X was very wary of the old priest, but the old priest just smiled in a friendly manner.

Keep in mind that Zhao Hao only has 18 Spirit even without any equipment, and even with cards and equipment, he only has 38 points!

Of course, he is a well-rounded fighter, with every attribute on par with other superhumans who specialize in their respective fields. His strength attribute, in particular, far surpasses that of others.

Furthermore, if you could replace Muscle Stick Afu with [Hextech Pioneer - Mech Doll Master - Shukuro], his mental attributes would definitely be higher.

If this old priest were to die that day, he would surely become one of the ancestral spirits of the Native Americans.

It is said that his spirit now enters the "spirit realm" every night to communicate with his ancestors and beast spirits. Those ancestral spirit leaders are very skilled at perceiving the spiritual energy sea and can detect a great deal of information.

It was he who called Bresta back to investigate the anomaly.

That evening, Zhao Hao was indeed woken up, and Bresta took him to see the old priest.

Moreover, Bresta even brought two beautiful young Native American girls, around eighteen or nineteen years old and dressed very scantily, to accompany Zhao Hao!

Zhao Hao: Bresta is really sensible! Uh, I mean, this filthy-minded guy has really sharp ears. Could he have used donkey ears?!

The old priest was very polite, smiling as he invited Zhao Hao to sit down and even brewed tea for him.

That tea wasn't from the outer world, but a rare wild tea from the inner world. Drinking it would calm the mind and subdue spiritual energy. It was quite precious.

The old priest picked up his teacup and said, "In the past, we have considered forming a tribal formation, but it seems we made a mistake today."

He looked down at the teapot.

It turns out that ever since the psychic resurgence began, they have been betting on the superhumans.

They dedicate themselves to cultivating elite members of the clan to help them pass the trials of beast spirits or ancestral spirits and become extraordinary beings.

Like Bresta, the Beast Spirit Warrior possesses the power of some kind of Beast Spirit. However, Bresta goes even further, becoming a Beast Spirit Shaman.

Ancestral spirits inherit the power left behind by their ancestors in the "spirit world," such as the Apache warriors that Zhao Hao had seen before.

He can traverse mountains and valleys as if walking on flat ground, is skilled in ambushes and infiltration, and is extremely adept at wielding an axe.

The old priests and their followers also focused their development on the inner world, entering it through rituals, adventuring there to acquire extraordinary resources, and then using those resources to support the tribe and cultivate more new members.

For example, wild tea from around the world...

The approach was actually correct; at least the overall trend was judged quite accurately.

However, they made a mistake: all development must be rooted in the people at the bottom of society.

Aren't those elites you select and cultivate chosen from among the people?

If the bottom line collapses, what good will it do to cultivate more extraordinary individuals? What rights and status can they gain in the surface world?

One missile from them and everything below bronze level is reduced to ashes. Aren't you talking nonsense? What era are we living in?

This is a case of being misled by perception! It's a consequence of being uncultured; they still think it's the chaotic era of yesteryear.

In other words, what has become of technology in the past seventy or eighty years?

After the two world wars, humanity, if not possessing the military power to destroy the Earth, certainly possessed the military power to destroy humanity.

Thinking about an arms race at this point is a bit inappropriate, mainly because Native Americans can't afford to engage in it.

Let's win people over with virtue! That's the right way to gain a foothold in the world.

Zhao Hao briefly explained his thoughts, and went back to his room to sleep after the old priest thanked him.

Of course, he didn't bring the Native American girl with him; Zhao Hao firmly declined. He absolutely couldn't let Elena down!

What? I've already apologized to? Oh, then I'm sorry.

The main problem is that Zhao Hao feels like he's about to be deflowered!

Of course, it's still very difficult for a Bronze-level expert to have a child, but the old priest might be hoping for something even if it's not going to happen, so Zhao Hao has to be careful!

Zhao Hao: Hey! The old priest has a good eye; he saw my extraordinary qualities at a glance~

Sure enough, Bresta's brute would never have thought of such a method, nor would he have been willing to lower himself to it!

The next day, someone else arrived; it was the necromancer Sandru Yoda.

He is a member of the Yili tribe and was in South America for a while. He received the message in the last two days and rushed over.

During the day, everyone prepared or stayed put. Zhao Hao was well received by the two Native American girls, but he was truly loyal and unyielding! No illegitimate offspring, let's start with ourselves!

As evening fell, the Native Americans became lively, and people from gathering points within a dozen miles came to join them.

A huge bonfire was lit in the open space. It was a bonfire several meters high, supported by tree trunks that were several meters long. The flames roared and sparks flew into the night sky.

Several priests donned animal skins, wore feathers or animal helmets, played various bone flutes, and beat cowhide drums. They swayed their heads and chanted incomprehensible Native American prayers under the totem pole.

When the moon was high in the sky, the concentration of psionic energy around the ritual was already very high.

Several plump and strong wild beasts were brought to the totem pole, held down, and bled one by one.

Then hundreds of Native Americans smeared blood on their faces, held hands, sang and danced around the fire, and quickly fell into a frenzy.

Then Zhao Hao and the others put on helmets with antlers, horns, or feathers, put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, looked down at their toes and followed step by step, with Bresta leading the way.

The old priest and the chief were presiding over the ceremony in front of the bonfire, while Colt and the black-clad agents stayed behind to oversee logistics. After all, his combat skills were average, and he also had to guard the retreat route...

The old priest had said that they had to return before dawn, otherwise they would have to wait until the next sacrificial day to open the entrance to the secret realm and release them.

Bresta sat at the front of the group, leading everyone out of the open space and heading towards the distant wilderness.

He held a torch in one hand and waved a bone tied with colorful strips of cloth in the other, continuously striking a leather drum at his waist, and began to sing a desolate ancient Native American song.

Zhao Hao and his group walked for about ten minutes before they sensed a change in psionic energy.

Just as they were hesitating whether to look up, Bresta spoke up: "We've entered the secret realm!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and around, only to discover that they were in a graveyard shrouded in night fog!

Among the group, people like Zhao Hao, Lincoln, and Prada all possess the ability to see in the dark.

Thomas the Tank Engine has a modified prosthetic eye in one eye, which can observe multiple fields of vision, including infrared and ultraviolet.

Professor X has mental scanning abilities, and the necromancer Sandro is even more capable of knowing their surroundings.

Only Sam was startled by a grave mound at his feet.

"Where is this?" Zhao Hao asked.

Bresta replied, "This is our resting place."

Those Native Americans who became extraordinary were buried in a burial ground after death, provided that the means allowed.

Here, their spirituality can be preserved to some extent, giving them the opportunity to become ancestral spirits to be worshipped by future generations and to protect their descendants.

And what they call the "spirit world" is also this special secret realm.

A spiritual entity that can exist in the space between the inner and outer worlds.

It's really not a "boundary," it's too small.

No wonder Native Americans rarely open their secret burial grounds to outsiders; they're their ancestral graves!

"Please quicken your pace, everyone, and do not disturb the peace of the spirits," Bresta said, his eyes fixed on Andrew. After all, this guy was a necromancer; this was like a mouse falling into a rice jar.

Of course, although the Native American spirits here are all outstanding and are excellent materials for the dead, Sandru is now a Bronze 2-star necromancer, so he shouldn't be able to do such a thing... right?

The main problem is that the Native Americans aren't pushovers either. The old priest and chief are both bronze-level experts, plus Bresta... He couldn't possibly be so reckless.

This little secret realm wasn't very large; in about twenty minutes, they emerged from the mist and arrived in a completely different forest. Looking back, they could no longer see the misty path they had come from.