In the first picture, Zhou Chen lives due east, with the sun shining above his head.

All around were the tribesmen, singing and dancing, and sending all kinds of sacrifices that had been prepared for Zhou Chen for a long time.

And where they are is precisely the place where they live and live under their feet, it is a metaphor for the strength of the tribe and the belief in Zhou Chen.

Immediately afterwards, the second picture shows Zhou Chen living in the east, with the sun just rising behind him.

The people of the tribe formed a long dragon, sword in hand, and burst out towards the land full of demons and spirits around them.

Above the tribe, Zhou Chen's raised head stood tall, and beside him, there were countless children of the tribe who had not grown up.

Obviously, this picture is the picture of Zhou Chen's sending the army.

He will become the faith of the tribe, witnessing the departure of the tribe's people and warriors, and taking on the responsibility of shouldering the safety of the tribe.

This third picture is connected to the second one.

The depiction on it is still Zhou Chen, who lives in the center of the tribe, but the people around him are cheering.

Not far from them was a triumphant procession, carrying endless food and booty, especially sturdy cattle and sheep.

This team even extended in front of Zhou Chen, as if it was sending these tributes to his mouth in a steady stream.

Obviously, this is the gratitude and worship of the tribesmen to Zhou Chen, for which they are willing to give their most precious food.

However, the fourth picture is a change in style.

Around the tribe, there were countless vague scenes, some of which included snakes, wolves, pigs, dogs, and even eagles in the sky.

They are not large in size, almost comparable to Zhou Chen.

So much so that the people of the tribe cowered and hid in the cave one by one, leaving only Zhou Chen standing in the tribe.

Obviously, this is also what the old man wanted to tell Zhou Chen.

If he wants to be enshrined, Zhou Chen must have strong force, which can be so strong that he can worry about it.

Only when he is worry-free and capable of fighting the fierce birds and beasts that look around him, can Zhou Chen truly become the totem of the tribe.

The fifth picture is even simpler.

Although the people of this tribe were all frightened away by the giant beasts in the sky, the human race did not lack warriors and will.

So, when Zhou Chen responded to the enemy and was surrounded by beasts, someone came out of the cave.

Despite his small size, he held his weapon aloft and fearlessly launched his own attack on the birds of prey around him.

The consciousness of this picture is probably to tell Zhou Chen not to be afraid to fight alone, because there will always be powerful warriors in the tribe.

And those soldiers will no longer protect Zhou Chen's safety all the time, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, and blood is flowing all over the ground.

Sixth, seventh... Zhou Chen looked carefully little by little, as if he was looking at some kind of simple sketch.

However, in this world, there are no sketches, they are as if they were real, even though they seem very primitive.

But their pen engravings, even if they are not as advanced as those of later generations, nor as simple as those of later generations, carry a kind of mixed nature.

Of course, Zhou Chen is not an ordinary big snake, but a big snake transformed by the human race.

He knew that the mighty giant knew, the middle-aged wizard of the tribe knew, and the old man in front of him would naturally know.

Therefore, the old man did not bother, but quietly waited for Zhou Chen's reading until he received a response from Zhou Chen.

It is no longer a process of begging God, but a process of exchanging and merging with each other.

In the end, after nearly half an hour, Zhou Chen understood.

In fact, the above depictions are all things that happened after Zhou Chen agreed to become a tribal totem, as for the picture that Zhou Chen did not agree.

Perhaps it was the old man's worry that angered Zhou Chen, so that he ushered in the catastrophe of annihilation for the tribe.

Maybe the old man was eager to get Zhou Chen's consent, but he didn't think about the picture when Zhou Chen didn't agree.

Of course, Zhou Chen is more inclined to the latter, the old man in front of him is not simple.

Moreover, this old man was the first time he had seen in this illusion, an old man belonging to the Terran tribe.

Just like when he woke up, once the Terrans in all tribes grow old, it means that they lose their usefulness and value.

They will be abandoned by the tribe in their place, and then they will be left alone and die as the tribe drifts away from them.

Although it is not known when this custom changed, there is no doubt that this old man is actually the most valuable treasure of the tribe.

Of course, Zhou Chen did not agree immediately, but slowly lowered his head.

With a huge fishy wind, indifferent eyes, and a figure covering the sky, at this moment, the old man seemed to be in the end of the world.

However, he did not fall, even if Zhou Chen carried more ferocity, he did not fall, but stood straight.

When he was standing, he looked like a pine tree and a pillar, but he felt Zhou Chen in the shadow of the majestic mountain behind him.

The next moment I realized how similar the old man at this time was to the mountain above his head.

"I, promise you!"

Suddenly, Zhou Chen quietly opened his mouth, but what followed was not hideous blood, but an unusually loud voice.

Like gold and iron, like an eagle, like the voice of a god from beyond the nine heavenly clouds.

The middle-aged man didn't understand what this meant, he just seemed to hear a violent roar, but there was something incomprehensible in the roar.

However, the old man who heard Zhou Chen's voice suddenly moistened his eyes and slowly knelt on the ground.

His originally straight waist, at this moment, finally bent a little willingly, and gave Zhou Chen a big gift belonging to the tribe.

"People... Tribe... Yuan... Bow... See... God!"

Zhou Chen slowly raised his head, regained his tranquility again, and no longer showed the slightest sense of danger.

It turned out that his name was Yuan? Zhou Chen thought about it again, in fact, what is the difference between himself and those gods now?

The same powerful, the same invincible, the same immortal, the same heaven and earth.

Of course, he didn't really think of himself as a god, after all, it was just a dream, and in reality, he was just a person.

However, how many attempts to hide it in such a scene are hidden by the black face.

Today's self is like dreaming back to ancient times, is it necessary to find traces of his own heart here?

Zhou Chen is not a dream reader, but just a prodigal son who has wandered in the new world, so he still has no intention of seeing the black face.

However, the old man in front of him could say a sentence or two, although it was not real history, but it still made Zhou Chen feel gratified.

Compared to the Terrans of the tribes he had been with, they seemed to be improving all the time.

Survival, hunting, captivity, tools... The human race of these tribes has become closer and closer to the human beings in Zhou Chen's memory.