Over time, more and more people began to question the abilities of the tribal high priest.
When something can still proceed smoothly without his help, no one wants to believe that the tribal shaman has the ability to communicate with the gods!
To this day, the only person who still believes he possesses such abilities is probably the tribal high priest himself.
That night.
The tribal high priest was kneeling in worship in his simple stone house.
His house was simpler than the tribal chief's, but more luxurious than that of ordinary tribesmen.
A pile of firewood was placed in front of the tribe's high shaman. The firewood was shaped very strangely, and perhaps because of its unusual placement, it emitted billowing smoke instead of flames.
And everything before them echoed the name of the tribe: the Beacon Fire Tribe.
Despite facing doubt and ridicule from the tribe, the tribal shaman remained steadfast in his belief in his abilities and position. Day after day, he prayed to the embodiment of nature and power, hoping to make the Fengyan tribe even stronger.
"Incarnation of nature and power, your most devout followers pray that you will continue to protect our war-torn tribes."
"The Beacon Tribe will surely spread your light to every corner of this land."
"The smoke of war brought flames, but you bestowed light upon us; you drove away the beasts and darkness; it is your protection that has enabled the tribe's warriors to achieve lasting victories..."
The tribal high shaman knelt before the brazier, muttering incantations and clasping his hands together.
Normally, I would think that this was the end of it all, but today was clearly different from many of the previous times.
"Teng... teng... teng..."
The black smoke, which had been gradually diminishing, suddenly surged up and grew countless times larger as the tribe's high shaman knelt down.
Even the tribe's high shaman had never heard of or seen anything like this, and stared in astonishment at the billowing smoke before him.
The thick smoke rose up and then outlined a majestic human figure in mid-air.
The humanoid figure held a shield in its left hand and a sword in its right, looking quite imposing.
The sword was clearly made of smoke, yet the tribe's high shaman felt gusts of cold wind brush past him.
His expression froze instantly, and he stared blankly at the scene before him.
This is a miracle!
He prayed and hoped for a miracle for who knows how long!
His long-cherished wish had finally come true. The tribal high priest should have been happy, but looking at the majestic figure before him, he felt only respect, his mouth agape as if he had forgotten how to speak.
"I have heard your call, you lowly mortal. What do you wish to do by calling upon me?"
The towering deity looked down upon the tribal high shaman, who was almost moved to tears, as if what stood before him was not wispy smoke, but an invincible warrior.
In fact, the tribal high shaman was fundamentally different from Hulun after witnessing the "miracle".
The tribal high shaman was usually regarded as the embodiment of nature and great power. Compared to the incoherent Hulun'er, the tribal high shaman, although equally shocked, behaved much more elegantly.
He practically prostrated himself. "Incarnation of nature and power, I am your most devout follower!"
"Thanks to Heaven's mercy and grace, I have finally seen your incarnation! I... I have no regrets in dying!"
It turns out that the embodiment of nature and power truly exists!
It turns out that this terrifying power wasn't just my imagination!
The tribal high priest felt extremely excited. What stood before him was not a fleeting figure, but rather an affirmation of his long-held faith.
The tribal shaman knew that his beliefs had actually been ridiculed by many of his people.
With so many people mocking him, not only ordinary clansmen, but even he himself gradually began to have doubts.
Do the embodiments of nature and power truly exist, or are they merely figments of our imagination?
But those miracles from before were genuine!
Only now, with the embodiment of nature and power truly appearing before him, did the tribal high priest solidify his belief: the embodiment of nature and power exists, and so does its power!
"So... so you really do exist!"
The tribal shaman was deeply moved, and tears streamed down his aged eyes.
However, the embodiment of nature and power was extremely cold and imposing, merely looking down at the lowly tribal high priest before him.
"Is this the purpose of your summons to me? Is it merely to kneel before me?"
Upon hearing this from the embodiment of nature and power, the tribal high priest immediately raised his head, his expression turning somewhat panicked. "No, it's not just that."
"We are willing to become your most devout followers, hoping to receive your eternal protection! We implore you to protect our Beacon Fire tribe!"
After the tribal high priest finished speaking, he lowered his head again.
The embodiment of nature and power looked at the tribal high shaman with a half-smile. As a transcendent being, he naturally knew what had happened to the tribal high shaman.
But faced with this situation, the tribal high priest showed no sign of complaint and continued to pray for strength for his people.
The embodiment of nature and power seemed thoughtful, but ultimately said coldly, "Mortals must fight for everything they have. The existence of this world is inevitable. As long as your prayers are sincere enough, I will naturally protect your tribe."
These words, however, left the tribal high priest with a lingering unease.
Pious enough?
The problem is that their tribal people are not devout enough!
"The embodiment of nature and power... You are the most revered being... We are your most devout believers, and I, our tribe, am willing to offer you precious tributes every day..." The tribal high priest's body trembled slightly.
Having finally witnessed the embodiment of nature and power, are we really going to let it slip away like this?
"Your offerings are meaningless to me," the embodiment of nature and power said ruthlessly.
The tribal shaman almost burst into tears, his aged body prostrate on the ground, unwilling to straighten up.
After a long while, the embodiment of nature and power finally spoke again.
"If you are loyal enough, you can make a wish, and this game will grant you the corresponding ability. Of course, you must also swear eternal loyalty to me!"
The tribal high priest raised his head with delight. "I am willing to pay any price, as long as you are willing to protect our Beacon Smoke Tribe!"
"May you grant me the power to communicate with animals!"