Clearly, Duwa obtained the Soul of Wind.
Based on Qingmu's experience, whoever obtains the Sacred Staff must have some kind of relationship with the Itza People here, such as his relationship with the Sangqi Tribe, Situ's relationship with the Manti Stone Tribe. This is what worries him the most.
However, Duwa's appearance was not too unexpected; he had a premonition that he would meet her in Ramla.
Even before leaving Wuzhong, Qingmu received a message from Duwa through the Ghost. Duwa said that Situ had gone to the South Pacific, and she was going too. With her abilities, there was a high probability that she would discover the problem with Tapu when she got to the South Pacific.
Duwa went ashore and greeted everyone. She observed the Buddhist greetings with reverence, radiating a peaceful aura that made her approachable. Except for Qingmu and Situ, everyone else was curious about her, especially Alice, who stared wide-eyed and asked, "How did you get the Staff of Wind? Are you also a god of these Itza People?"
Duwa looked slightly surprised. " Itza People?" he asked, raising his blue scepter. "Is this the Staff of Wind you're talking about?"
Alice, perhaps realizing how abrupt her question was, said sheepishly, "Ah, I don't know, I don't know, you should ask them!" She pointed to Qingmu and Situ, "You two must be the same kind of people."
Duwa then looked at them. She had, of course, noticed the scepters in their hands and smiled, "If what I hold is the Soul of Wind, then what you two hold should be called the Soul of Wood and the Soul of Stone, right?"
Qingmu was surprised. Judging from Duwa's expression when Alice asked the question, she clearly didn't know that the scepter in her hand was called the Soul of Wind. Of course, the fact that she could obtain this scepter meant that she must possess the corresponding spiritual qualities within her consciousness. He recalled how he had suddenly transformed into a towering mulberry tree in his consciousness, which led the savages of the Sangqi Tribe to regard him as one of their worshipped gods and voluntarily offer him the Soul of Wood. Recalling the enormous and terrifying tornado from earlier, he figured it was probably a figment of Duwa's imagination in her consciousness, amplified by the Soul of Wind, and felt by everyone within the entire Mental Power Field.
Duwa was able to deduce from these clues that the Soul of Wind Alice mentioned was the scepter in her hand. What puzzled Qingmu was how she guessed the names of the Soul of Wood and the Soul of Stone. They hadn't been showing off in front of her!
Duwa seemed to sense their confusion and said, "I was there when you were fighting in the valley. To be honest, I didn't expect it to be you."
"You've been on this island for a while now?" Situ Qi asked.
"It's not too early," Duwa said. "After arriving in this strange world, I've been traveling through fog and many desolate places before finally arriving here. I found that there are people here, so I stayed."
"How did you manage to live with these savages?" Alice, quite surprised. "They didn't... well, I mean..."
Mrs. Larry looked at Duwa with some curiosity. This woman was clearly more charming than herself. Although she couldn't tell her age, she exuded feminine grace and maturity. Beauty is universal, even among savages.
"We all come with faith." Duwa smiled and looked up at the sky, where the three Sun were overhead. "Evil thoughts arise from a dark heart, but the light of Buddha shines upon the world and will drive away all darkness and evil."
Alice wrinkled her nose, unconvinced by these words. Anderson shook his head and made the sign of the cross.
Boris couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Now I know why there are three Sun in the sky! It must be God, Buddha, and the Itza People's own god vying for air supremacy!"
He then turned to Petrus, "Hey, Redbeard, you also have half a scepter, and it looks more valuable than theirs, both in color and appearance. Why don't you just conjure up a Sun in the sky? Ah, aren't you a descendant of Hayreddin? I heard that guy was Turkish."
Petru glared at him.
"Shut up, Boris," Ivan said.
Boris curled his lip in disdain, but ultimately kept his mouth shut.
Qingmu was actually very curious about how Duwa had come to Ramla; he always felt there was something about this woman that was hard to figure out. But he also knew it was irrelevant, and now was not the time to dwell on it.
Situ and Duwa were clearly closer, and Situ seemed to trust her more. He had already recounted their experiences briefly, especially Ronald Cohen's last words, which he had just met on the Swordfish.
Despite Duwa's profound Buddhist cultivation, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.
"Is that the altar you're talking about?"
She pointed to the black trapezoidal building in the distance. The savages of the Huracan Tribe in the square in front of the building had risen from the ground and were staring intently in her direction. Without her conscious command, they dared not cross the line.
"That should be it," Mrs. Larry said.
Duwa nodded and said, "There is indeed something strange there. Since I came to this island, there have been two fogs. Each time there was a fog, the altar would have violent mental fluctuations. And at that time, the savages were very nervous and would gather around the altar to chant prayers. Their priests would use this scepter to maintain the stability of the Mental Power Field."
I really wanted to go down and find out, but they wouldn't allow it. According to their rules, no one could enter the altar, not even their priests.
"Not even you? They've got you treated like a god now!" Mrs. Larry said.
"I don't know," Duwa said. "I only just obtained the Soul of Wind myself; before that, I was just a guest."
"A guest?" Alice found it increasingly unbelievable, looking at Duwa with a strange expression, as if she had done something shameful. "Savages would treat you as a guest?"
" Alice!" Mrs. Larry understood the meaning behind her words and scolded her sharply.
"It's alright," Duwa said with a smile.
"Can we go over and take a look now?" Situ asked.
Duwa nodded. "Let's give it a try. I'm also very curious about the secrets inside the altar. If this can really activate a larger Mental Power Field, or even connect to Earth, that would probably be something we'd like to see. Besides, I have a feeling there's something there that I find very familiar."
"Something familiar?" Petru looked at the Soul of Fire in his hand, as if he also had a long-lost sense of familiarity.
Duwa glanced at him, smiled, then gazed into the distance, his eyes fixed on nothingness, as if lost in thought. "I always feel that my mother, or my father, once came here. This place feels like home. That's why I stayed here instead of looking for you."
Qingmu suddenly remembered the altar of the Sangqi Tribe. He had been down there, but only for a short time. At that time, the giant moon was overhead and the sea was flooding in. He had only run down to help Petru rescue Mrs. Larry. Yet, in that brief moment, he had felt a very familiar feeling, like coming home.
That feeling only comes when I return to Liuying Lane and stand under that old willow tree.