The Totem Clan

It was no longer a violent attack, but a gentle and nurturing process, like a spring breeze and nourishing rain.

Runes symbolizing the laws of Life and Death flew out from his body, intertwining and colliding before him, eventually transforming into an ancient scripture shimmering with chaotic light.

The Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture!

This method neither increases cultivation nor adds to combat power. Its sole purpose is to sever the Divine Soul, transform it into countless forms, and cast it into the cycle of reincarnation to personally experience the myriad aspects of the mortal world in order to complete one's own Great Dao!

"Condense!"

Chen Fan pointed his fingers together like a sword and gently touched his brow.

Buzz!

Thousands of drops of the Martial God's essence blood, shimmering with immortal golden light, flew out from his body and hovered within the Sacred Temple.

Each drop of his essence blood was like a miniature sun, containing within it a wisp of his undying will and the nascent form of a world. The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the entire Martial God Sacred Temple to hum softly, as if celebrating the birth of this unprecedented and unparalleled technique.

Chen Fan looked at these thousands of incarnations, but did not set any goals or destinations for them.

He waved his sleeve, his voice calm yet carrying a strange sense of expectation.

"Go."

"Go see those mountains and seas for me, go and experience the mortal world."

In an instant, thousands of golden blood beads transformed into an incomparably vast and dazzling meteor shower, tearing through space and time, disappearing into the endless depths of Dimensions, each following its own destiny, shooting towards every corner of the universe.

A drop of golden blood Law Turbulence one bustling yet desolate Star System after another.

It once passed through a technological empire built of steel and neon lights, where life had long since broken free from the constraints of the physical body and lived forever in a virtual world.

I once traversed a magical continent ruled by dragons and elves, where the tides of elements were everything.

But it didn't stop.

Until, a primal yet incredibly powerful life force emanated from the distant edge of the Star Domain, captivating it completely.

The blood droplet changed direction and plunged forward at a speed exceeding that of light.

This is an ancient planet that is entirely emerald green.

On this planet, there are no skyscrapers, only towering trees that reach tens of thousands of feet in height, their canopies like canopies obscuring the sky.

Between the giant trees, strange behemoths, as large as mountains, roared and surged, each breath stirring up wind and clouds.

A rich Totem Power permeated the air.

The golden blood bead hovered in the sky above the planet. Finally, as if it heard some kind of summons, it was locked onto by a strong life force from a huge tribe located at the roots of a giant tree.

In the center of the tribe, inside a simple house built of giant logs.

"Ah!"

A woman with an incredibly robust physique and body covered in flame totems lay on an animal skin, letting out painful roars.

Her belly was swollen high, but the breath of life was rapidly fading away with each scream; she was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Chief, the lady's breath... she's almost gone!"

The elderly priestess beside her cried out anxiously.

Just when everyone was plunged into despair.

That drop of golden blood ignored the obstruction of the wooden house and the distance of space, instantly transforming into the purest Life Origin and countless profound law runes, silently merging into the body of the fetus that was about to be born but was on the verge of death due to the mother's weakness.

Chen Fan's undying will and that chaotic, ignorant newborn soul merged into one at this moment, becoming inseparable.

Boom!

The mother's pain suddenly disappeared.

Instead, a vast and powerful life force surged forth from her womb, instantly cleansing her limbs and bones. Her depleted Qi and Blood recovered at a visible speed, even becoming stronger than before!

"Wow!"

The next moment, a cry so loud it seemed to resonate with heaven and earth rose from the wooden house and echoed throughout the entire Flame Tribe!

A baby boy was born safely.

Outside, the tribe's chief and priests waited anxiously, and when they heard this unusual cry, they were all startled.

The door was pushed open, and a midwife rushed out, holding a newborn baby, her face beaming with joy.

"It's born! It's born! Chief, it's a boy!"

The tribal chief, a burly man nearly three meters tall, excitedly stepped forward and carefully took his child.

The moment he saw the baby, he froze in shock.

The baby boy neither cried nor made a sound; he simply kept his eyes open.

Those eyes were as clear as newly born Stars, yet as deep as if they contained the cycle of birth and death of the universe, completely unlike those of an ordinary infant.

What shocked him and everyone around him even more was...

On the baby's tiny chest, an incredibly sacred golden totem is slowly emerging.

The shape of the totem was a huge, slowly rotating Millstone, half of which represented life and half of death, clearly divided in black and white!

"This... this is..."

The moment the tribe's old priest saw the totem, he trembled with excitement, and the bone staff in his hand fell to the ground.

He suddenly knelt down and, facing the baby, cried out in a trembling voice, a mixture of boundless ecstasy and utter awe.

"A miracle! It's a miracle!"

"The Holy Son of my Fire Crow Tribe has arrived!"

Ten years is but a new ring added to a giant tree in this wild, undocumented forest.

Ten-year-old Chen Fan is no longer the infant who caused miracles in his swaddling clothes.

He was thin and wore a simple animal skin shirt, but his exposed skin was as smooth as warm jade, without any of the roughness that one would expect from a child in a wild tribe.

He was completely out of place among his peers who were chasing and playing, full of fierce courage.

As the Holy Son of the Fire Crow Tribe, he has been highly revered since birth.

But he was never arrogant. Every day, he would either climb to the top of the giant tree to watch the clouds churn, or stand before the ancient altar in the center of the tribe, closing his eyes to feel the breath of the huge Fire Crow Totem stone sculpture.

For him, this was spiritual practice, this was experience.

On this day, the peaceful atmosphere in the tribe was completely shattered by a mournful horn sound that came from afar!

A hunting party rushed back to the tribe in a disheveled state, everyone covered in blood, their faces etched with uncontrollable terror and grief.

Behind them, several of the strongest soldiers were carrying a stretcher that had been hastily bound with vines.

On the stretcher lay a mangled figure, the chieftain's hide armor, a symbol of the tribe's highest power, soaked in blood and darkened.

His life force had already faded like a candle flickering in the wind.

"What's going on?!"

With a cry of anguish, a fit and beautiful woman staggered forward; she was Chen Fan's mother in this life.

Chen Fan's figure appeared beside the stretcher in an instant, like a ghost.

He looked at his dying father, and finally a genuine ripple appeared in those deep eyes that had been calm and still since birth.