After the gods finished bestowing their blessings, the pillar of divine light disappeared, and all the barbarians stood up, looking at the simple tent with some bewilderment.
If it were previously the birth of their young clan leader, they could celebrate wildly, cheer, and hold bonfire parties for several days in a row.
But now their young chieftain has been blessed by a thousand gods and granted command over all the barbarians.
From this moment on, they had to unconditionally obey the command of their young chieftain. This absolute authority under divine power made them almost afraid to look directly at the tent.
That was no longer a tent; it was a miracle, a sacred place in the hearts of all barbarians. How dare their filthy eyes look directly at such a holy object?!
The young chieftain looked at his people, heads bowed, unable to look directly at the tents, and he felt a chill run down his spine. What used to be his home now seemed distant, like the abode of a deity in the heavens.
He hesitated to take a step, just like his clansmen behind him, for fear of offending such a sacred place.
But his wife is still inside!
He accepted that his son had ascended to godhood, but he couldn't abandon his wife!
Just as the chieftain hesitated, not daring to move an inch, a clear, youthful yet intelligent voice rang out from inside the tent.
"Please come in, Father. The rest of you, protect the tribe. In the next few days, a large number of Saint and followers will arrive. There's no need to provide them with food; just maintain order."
"Yes, young clan leader."
Upon hearing the voice, the other members of the Bear Hunting Tribe immediately became as if injected with adrenaline, as if they had heard their young chieftain's command, and boundless power erupted from their bodies.
One by one, they pulled out their best weapons, stood guard outside the tent, and scanned the surroundings with eyes bigger than bulls' eyes. Now, even if a mosquito appeared, they could swat it dead from more than ten meters away.
If these disgusting, filthy insects were to encounter their young chieftain, they would not be able to atone for their sins even if they committed suicide. However, they seem to have forgotten that mosquitoes cannot survive on this icy plateau.
The young chieftain looked at his people, who had all switched sides and obeyed his son, and their gazes toward him were as if they were wary of a bad person.
There was a deep sense of powerlessness.
My son was taken away from him less than a day after he was born. Who can understand the heartache of this?
These tribesmen hadn't even seen what his son looked like, yet a single sentence had won them all their loyalty.
If his son were to utter the word "kill him," these very people who were just moments before surrounding him would likely raise their weapons without hesitation and chop him into mincemeat, then even ask his son if he was satisfied with the result...
"Father, please come in quickly,"
Hearing the childish voices inside the tent, the young chieftain nervously swallowed, and despite the cold winter, sweat inexplicably appeared on his forehead.
Amidst the wary gazes of all the tribespeople, the young chieftain lifted the curtain on his familiar yet unfamiliar tent.
On the simple wooden bed, his wife, exhausted from childbirth, had fallen asleep. A newborn barbarian infant, radiating a faint light, nestled beside her, his large, bright black eyes surveying his surroundings.
The young chieftain could see the outlines of his and his wife on their faces; it was indeed his son, which put his mind at ease.
No one could understand the heart of this barbaric man who had just become a father. A divine pillar of light descended, and he felt happiness, for his son was destined for greatness.
Two beams of divine light descended, and he was excited, for his son would change the fate of the entire tribe;
But when a thousand divine pillars of light descended, he was terrified, because he felt that this was not his son, and that the light was so unattainable that it frightened him.
No one could understand the terror in his heart; he was even prepared to walk into the tent and find a god sitting opposite him.
Thankfully, it really is his son!
"Father, my name is Baturu, the leader of all barbarians, born with the destiny to change the entire Barbarian World,"
Fate has destined us to spend only a short time together, but I will grow up by your side during my childhood.
"I am so sorry for the pain my birth has caused you."
The baby's clear voice spoke with an unexpected maturity, especially when viewed through those large, dark eyes that seemed to see right through his soul.
The young tribesman was bewildered and didn't know what to do. In his panic, he almost knelt down again.
"Yes."
"Although my body has been blessed by the gods, it is still very weak. In the future, barbarians will come in droves, many of whom will be powerful. Father, there is no need to worry; they are all here to protect me."
"Yes,"
The young clan chief was unusually reserved in front of his newborn son. It didn't feel like the first meeting between father and son, but rather like the first meeting between father and son; he was his newborn son...
The young clan chief didn't know what to say, and all he could do was nod and say "yes" repeatedly in response to his son's instructions.
As the young chieftain stepped out of his tent, he was met with envious glances. His mind was completely blank and a jumbled mess.
Like a tangled mess of threads, I walked unsteadily, sometimes forgetting which leg to step with, hopping around haphazardly, and even tripping over small stones.
But in the eyes of the other tribesmen, their chieftain's behavior was simply due to excessive excitement.
That makes sense when you think about it. Anyone who has a son like that would be lucky if they didn't die on the spot from excessive excitement.
Inside the tent, the barbarian infant Baturu, blessed by a thousand gods, lay on the bed, covered with a snow-white bearskin. Unlike a normal baby, he wasn't fast asleep; instead, he stared blankly at the tent ceiling.
The only sound beside him was the breathing of the mother in this body. Only now could Baturu barely accept what had happened.
Who is Baturu? He's naturally Leo's clone!
At that time, he and Yaoyao saw in the Shadow World that the fragment of Little Bookworm No. 007 was being hooked by other Little Bookworm they had found and was being pulled constantly. If they didn't act quickly, the shadow would break off immediately, and they would completely lose track of the other Little Bookworm.
Therefore, Leo used the Soul Splitting Technique on himself again. After advancing to level five, he no longer had the restriction of only being able to use it once every fifty years, which he had at level four.
He split his own soul, wrapped it in a shadow, and, under Yaoyao's manipulation, smuggled it into this world from the fragment of the Little Bookworm No. 007.
The issues between the Wizard World and the Returning Breath World Cluster not yet resolved; there are still many things to deal with, and too many unscrupulous Stigmata Wizard are watching them with ulterior motives.
Leo had no time for a distant expedition, nor could he leave the Wizard World for one in the short term; he could only tear his soul apart once more.
Although doing this is extremely risky, it's the only option!
But the unexpected happened so quickly. As his soul passed through the fragment of the Little Bookworm No. 007, that tiny fragment Leo merged into his soul.
Unable to escape in his haste, Leo had no choice but to take the fragment of the Little Bookworm No. 007 with him. Before Leo could even squeeze the Little Bookworm out of his soul, the two miraculously merged perfectly together.
This is the second thing Leo has ever seen that can merge with his soul. The first was his own shadow, but that was an ability he only gained after being mutated by his Shadow Talent.
His soul, after merging with the fragments of 007 Little Bookworm's body, smoothly smuggled himself in and even found a perfect identity, becoming a newly born life.
This tribe is quite powerful, the strongest in the surrounding hundreds of kilometers. It has ten level two beings, over 1,500 level one beings, and the rest are all young barbarians who haven't yet reached level one.
This small bear-hunting tribe reveals that this world is at least medium-sized, and its rulers are these strong, savage people.
barbarian,
The wizard civilization is also recorded. They are a race with strength comparable to giants, and they are distributed in many worlds in the universe. They are powerful and have a high growth potential. What is even more valuable is that they also have intelligence like humans, making them one of the most powerful races in the universe.
Leo chose the identity of the young clan leader, hoping to use this identity to easily come of age.
Unexpectedly, right after his birth, he attracted the attention of all the gods in the world, who then bestowed miracles, granted him blessings, and even directly entrusted the command of the entire world to this newborn infant.
At this moment, Leo figured out a few things: this Barbarian World was not a medium-sized world, but a very powerful large world, because they had a thousand life forms of level four or above.
Large-scale worlds were still Leo's bottom line, because Leo didn't know if there was Supreme Lord there.
If so, this place would be a World Cluster, after all, a thousand level four or higher life forms, that's terrifying!
Although it cannot yet be compared to the Wizard World, or even the Returning Breath World, a thousand beings of level four or above are enough to intimidate a region in the universe!
Leo initially thought his smuggled identity had been exposed, but instead, they immediately labeled him a "Destiny Master," claiming he could change the fate of the entire barbarian tribe.
However, the Book of Revelation they mentioned made Leo's mind race slightly. This must be the other Little Bookworm that Little Bookworm No. 007 was talking about, and also Leo's target for this trip.
If he discovered himself, then there's no problem.
I just don't understand why he gave himself so many titles and entrusted all the barbarians to him.
This world is a terrifying world where even the smallest one is a large world; it must contain at least trillions of barbarians.
What's the point of having him command so many barbarians? To start a war?
Is there anything else in this world worth inciting so many barbarians to do?
Leo guessed that the reason he received such great treatment was because his soul had been fused with a fragment of the Little Bookworm No. 007.