"We are going to Rushmore Mountain. That is the Feather Crown Clan's territory.
In our language, Rushmore means the rainbow bridge descending from the sky, or the Road to Heaven.
When we are born, the tops of our heads must face Rushmore Mountain, welcoming the souls sent down from the sky.
When we die, if we are capable, we must send our scalps to Rushmore Mountain so our souls can follow the Road to Heaven back into the sky. If we are not capable, we must at least bury our heads facing Rushmore Mountain."
At this point, Wu Tan hesitated. Everything he had said just now was common knowledge, things that could be told to outsiders.
But what came next was a secret belonging to their Black Feather Crown Clan.
Still, Wu Tan thought about it and realized that keeping it secret was useless. There were only so few members of the Black Feather Crown Clan left.
If he died, the remaining children would not survive either. By then, the Black Feather Crown Clan would face total annihilation.
He might as well reveal the secret directly.
That might give them a chance at survival.
So Wu Tan said to Gu Xi, "Every tribe has a Crypt at Rushmore Mountain. Each one contains that tribe's secrets and history.
There are only a few of us Black Feather Crown Clan members left. Only one-third of our inheritance remains, and we have no weapons or equipment. We are planning to go there and take a chance.
If we can find our ancestral tomb, we may have a chance to rise again.
If we cannot find it, then we can at least die within it."
Hearing this, Gu Xi waved his hand, and an arm formed from flames stuffed the wild dogs' souls back