The altar is pure and black, covering an extremely wide area, resembling a pagoda.

The first floor at the bottom is three meters high, and the reliefs on the outer wall are natural, with a primitive and rough atmosphere.

Up to the top thirteen floors, the reliefs that occupy all the pages are dozens of meters high, obviously not the handwriting of one person, but it can be seen that there is a consistent roughness and randomness.

A group of dolls next to her seemed to be able to interact with these reliefs, and they were discussing in full swing, analyzing this, analyzing that. Feng Zao was still struggling to guess the content through the abstract appearance, and she couldn't connect the various descriptions in their mouths with the lines that seemed to her to be disorganized.

In the end, based on experience, Feng Zao felt that these reliefs should praise the various deeds of the ancestors of the Chiyan clan.

No way, although she hasn't learned this, she has seen a lot of hand-me-down works before, and the level of appreciation is not ordinary.

Unable to lower himself to a certain level, Feng Zao simply stopped exploring the reliefs on the surface of the altar, but quietly pondered.

There are a total of thirteen peaks within the territory of the Chiyan clan, and this altar is also thirteen layers, is there any connection between them.

And the altar is closely connected to the first peak, and the black shadow allows her to enter from under the altar, how can she enter the formation of the earth fire spirit vein from under the altar?

Feng had no way of knowing, and soon she didn't have time to think about it.

The day before the clan festival, the clan school was directly on vacation, and all the students and underage teenagers were rehearsed by the gentlemen of the clan school, neatly dressed in black and red, looking particularly spiritual and solemn.

The square was full of people, everyone was busy, and there were many people who watched the lively visit.

It was the first time Feng Zao had seen so many people in the ancestral land, and there were many fresh faces among them that he had never seen before.

In the long queue, Feng Zao held the fish tank in his hand, which was about arm-length, stepped on the rough and passionate drumbeat, his back was straight, and he walked slowly with a serious expression.

In the back rows of a group of dolls who were obviously much shorter, Feng Dan also had a solemn face, holding an empty sword box in his hand.

When the clan sacrifice really begins tomorrow, the plates, small tripods, boxes, etc. that are now held are not empty, but contain the corresponding spiritual objects, spiritual materials, spiritual liquid patterns, etc., as sacrificial objects, and the new generation of these clans will send them to the altar.

After the rehearsal, Feng Zao also got a few pieces of news, this time the clan sacrifice was almost a whole clan mobilization, and the scale was very large.

So the faces she saw were actually the people of the Panzhi tribe who usually lived around the ancestral land, and they all came to participate in the clan sacrifice this time.

It is said that the clan is ready to use this clan sacrifice to give birth to several spiritual weapons and beast spirit plates, and also promote a few clan protection spirit beasts, upgrade a number of spirit grass spirit plants, spirit embryos, spirit materials, and so on.

It is not common for a clan to be held on such a scale, so many guards have been added to guard against emergencies.

Feng Zao's mind moved, and when he was disbanded after the rehearsal, he was greeted cordially by the clansmen who knew or stranged along the road, touched his head, patted his shoulders and pinched his face, and walked out of the square with difficulty and slowly, and looked left and right, almost everyone's clothes and hair were messy, and their arms were full of things.

Back at home, the red-faced sisters and brothers got together to share the gifts they received, all of which were some spiritual objects or interesting gadgets for cultivation, Feng Zao left some of what he wanted, and gave the rest to Feng Dan.

After a sleepless night, Feng Dan, who was extremely excited, packed up himself early and dragged Feng Zao to the square.

He was looking forward to the sword box he was escorting with a very powerful weapon, and it would be even better if he could touch it.

As for Feng Zao, he was hesitantly thinking, this fish tank can't be used to raise fish.

As soon as they arrived at the square, the two people with their own thoughts subconsciously slowed down, looked right, and quietly entered the queue.

At this time, in the square, the clansmen sat cross-legged on the ground, sitting around the altar in a neat and orderly manner, leaving a road leading directly to the altar, and the audience was silent and silent.

The black and blue sky gradually revealed a little red, until that faint light fell on the world, and suddenly a passionate drum resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The clan festival began.

The drums fell like a shower, and in an instant, a song followed.

In the increasingly fierce drum beat, the song does not fall into the wind at all, but is extraordinarily simple and desolate, detached from the world, as if traveling from thousands of years ago to the present.

Feng Zao's face was flushed with excitement, her body and mind were all occupied by this drum and this song in an instant, and a surging force seemed to be induced, surging between the bone marrow and in the blood, making her can't help but want to follow it.

After a moment of agitation, her expression calmed down, and the force was attracted more and more violently, but she couldn't help but have many fragmented and blurred images in her mind, which made her inexplicably connect with the relief on the altar.

Struggle in the desolate wilderness, escape from the ancient ruins, cross mountains and mountains, cross all corners of the world, fight fierce beasts, compete with foreign races, live in the land of light, expand territory, establish families, fight against darkness to the death, and forge alliances with your kind......

This is a magnificent family history, with the struggle from the end, the hardships of the road, the fearlessness of fighting to the death, the pride of conquering the Quartet, the tragedy of sacrificing oneself, the ambition of unity, the belief of clearing the world, and the insipidity of retiring after success.

At this time, Feng Zao suddenly understood the picture described by those simple lines, her family experience will only be more than described in these pictures, the hard work of the ancestors has pushed the family to the current level, and as such an indomitable, hard-working, and powerful member of the family, she is extremely proud and proud in her heart, she can't help but imagine that in the future, she can also become a member of this picture......

The bubbling heat flowed in the limbs and hundreds of remains, warming the body that trembled because of excitement and heart, and Feng Zao's eyes were radiant, sweeping away the haze, full of pride and hope, and full of energy.

Until the singing came to an abrupt end, the thunderous drumbeat echoed in the vast expanse of the area, bathed in the dark red morning light, and a group of teenagers walked solemnly and uniformly along the central axis of the square towards the altar.

The rows at the front of the queue were about to become adults and already looked like some young people, easily carrying giant beasts dozens of times their size.

The cracks in the scales and skulls of these giant beasts were clearly visible, their eyes were still full of fear and resentment, their strong and powerful hearts were still pounding, and the heavy pressure and weight were pressed on the bodies of these half-grown youths, but they were still easily carried and walked towards the top of the altar step by step.