Since gaining the ability of Light Prayer, Qin Ze has become extremely sensitive to pollen and the scents of various plants.
Although the high priest's fragrance was so faint that he himself didn't even notice it, Qin Ze still managed to catch it.
That's the scent of Fairy.
The Fairy's fragrance is very special; it's a blend of various flowers and herbs, with rose being the dominant scent.
It was precisely this distinctive characteristic that allowed Qin Ze to recognize it at a glance.
The high priest had recently met with the Fairy, and the two even had a heated exchange of opinions.
If it were just a simple greeting, the high priest wouldn't have accumulated so much of that smell.
Qin Ze secretly released his spiritual power, but apart from a sacrificial altar, there was nothing else nearby.
Since their parting at Sea Capital, he had not contacted the Fairy again.
After all, he is currently in a "dead" state, so he should try to remain invisible if possible.
Qin Ze took out his communication card to try to make a call, but the message couldn't be sent. There seemed to be something blocking the "signal" here.
Besides the communication card, all that's left is the key.
No matter where the Fairy is in the world, as long as she is alive, she will surely receive the message.
But if he sends a message in the group, the group really explodes.
Qin Ze suddenly wondered if the anonymous poster on the Myriad Races Forum might actually be the Fairy?
"Are you Spirit Clan?"
Daoist Miao only came to his senses now.
The Golden Crow mark on the other person's forehead proved that he was a high priest.
But he is clearly a Spirit Clan.
" God of War above, what exactly is going on?"
Daoist Miao had no doubt that if the elders of the Holy Temple learned of this, they would also question the meaning of life.
The high priest was nearly two meters tall, a robust middle-aged man, and the long passage of time had left no trace on him.
He wore a crimson armor, with a golden breastplate on his chest, engraved with a Golden Crow spreading its wings and soaring high.
The high priest looked puzzled, then clasped his hands together and said, "I am merely a follower of the God of God of War."
Daoist Miao argued, "Shouldn't the Spirit Clan worship the Goddess of Life?"
" The Blazing Sun People are believers of the God of War!"
The high priest tilted his head. " Blazing Sun People?"
He seemed to have never heard of either the Spirit Clan or the Blazing Sun Clan before.
Daoist Miao then explained the bonds between the various Ancient Race and the ancient gods.
"They are the five Ancient Race..."
After listening to Daoist Miao's story, the high priest frowned.
"That's utterly absurd!"
Daoist Miao was taken aback. "You weren't like this back then?"
The high priest said in a deep voice, "Of course not."
"No matter which civilization or world you come from."
"As long as you believe in the God of War, you are a follower of the God of War and can live in the Land of Faith."
"All beings are equal! What are these Blazing Sun Clan Spirit Clan? I've never even heard of them!"
With his arms crossed, Qin Ze stood at the forefront, ready to watch the drama unfold.
According to the high priest, the five Ancient Race did not exist during the time of the gods, or rather, they were not established.
Over the long past, the Ancient Race underwent a tremendous transformation, which led to the current division into the five major Ancient Race and various deities.
Daoist Miao's mouth was slightly open; the high priest's words had greatly shocked him.
He had always believed that only the Blazing Sun Clan were chosen by the God of War, and that every Blazing Sun People was special.
Now, the fact that the High Priest has dethroned them with a single sentence has become wishful thinking on the part of the Blazing Sun Clan.
What year and month is it outside?
Daoist Miao regained his senses and said, "The divine calendar is twenty-two thousand years old."
Qin Ze was somewhat surprised that the Ancient Race still retained the divine calendar.
This shows that their lineage began in the time of the gods and has never been interrupted to this day.
The high priest nodded slightly. "Just as I calculated."
calculate?
Qin Ze and Daoist Miao exchanged a glance.
Daoist Miao asked, "Are you summoning me?"
The high priest replied, "It is I."
"I opened this place ten thousand years later, as commanded by the God of War."
Daoist Miao swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly. " The God of War... has fallen?"
The high priest shook his head. "I don't know."
"The intentions of the gods are beyond the comprehension of mortals like us."
Upon hearing that the God of War might not be dead, Daoist Miao breathed a sigh of relief.
If the God of War were still alive, he would one day go to the Blazing Sun Clan, at which point he would have nothing to do with him, the Holy Son.
When that time comes, he can live the life he wants.
"Is there something you need from me?"
The high priest pointed to the Golden Crow on his forehead and said, " The Golden Crow transmits sound; it's a special technique of the divine messenger."
"This place is the final Land of Faith the God of War's faith; the legacy of the God of War remains beneath the altar."
" The God of War decrees that this place will be opened in ten thousand years. At the same time, the Golden Crow will transmit a message, and the inheritor will come to visit."
Daoist Miao's eyes widened. "The successor refers to... me?"
Qin Ze understood.
The Golden Crow's Voice Transmission can be understood as a broadcast that spreads throughout Myriad Races in the Abyss.
But only the successor of the God of God of War can hear it.
So, it seems that Daoist Miao didn't give birth to the wrong child; he was indeed the chosen one.
The high priest affirmed, "It is you."
Daoist Miao lowered his eyes and muttered to himself, "Why did the God of War choose me?"
"I can't even control the Blazing Sun Fire..."
Qin Ze looked around and asked, "Why has this place become like this?"
The only difference between this place and Otherworld No. Zero is that there are no Wandering Corpse.
The moment he saw the gray mist, he was ready to fight the Wandering Corpse.
As a result, they walked all the way to the altar but didn't see a single Wandering Corpse corpse.
"Who are you?"
The high priest seemed to only just notice Qin Ze.
Daoist Miao introduced, "He is mine..."
Qin Ze spoke first, "Attendant, I am the Holy Son's attendant."
Daoist Miao looked at Qin Ze with a puzzled expression; he was just about to say "friend."
The high priest scrutinized Qin Ze from head to toe. "You're not quite fit to be the heir's follower."
Qin Ze twitched the corner of his mouth.
No wonder it can fit into the same world as a stone.
The high priest immediately said, "There used to be hundreds of thousands of believers here, but times have changed."
"Because they had not received a response from the God of War of War for thousands of years, some people began to waver in their faith in God of War."
"They coveted the legacy of the God of War, and even waged war over it."
"I led the last of the believers to guard the altar, and when the war ended, I was the only one left alive."
The high priest sighed heavily, his tone forlorn.
"Now I am exhausted, but thankfully my mission is complete."
The high priest raised his head and smiled freely, "Go and receive the legacy of the God of War. I too should return to dust and reunite with my old comrades who fought alongside me."
Upon hearing this, Daoist Miao's eyes reddened. "Your sincerity will be forever remembered by the Blazing Sun People!"
The high priest said calmly, "My duties are finished. As for the changes outside, I'm sure the gods will have their own conclusions."
Qin Ze raised his right hand. "I have one last question."
Have you seen anyone else besides us?