In a karst cave, a fiery red altar stands abruptly, and layers of patterns like gold and jade carvings are printed on the perimeter of the altar, as if it is a throne built with thousands of treasures, full of noble and mysterious atmosphere.

On top of the altar, there was a lonely round object the size of a watermelon, which looked like an egg laid by some kind of creature, but perhaps because it was too old, it looked lifeless at all, but as if it had been weathered, it had become a fossil, and it had become one with the place for a long time.

Under this altar, a group of wild women are gathering at this time, almost all of them are wearing animal skin clothes, skirts, long hair shawls, and have a wheat-colored healthy complexion, like a cheetah, with a slender and fitted body, full breasts, bee waist and hips, and the whole body reveals wildness.

There were about two hundred of them, all of them kneeling quietly in front of the petrified eggshell, their faces reverent, and their mouths chanting, as if they were paying homage.

The first woman was about sixteen years old, and her whole body naturally exuded a golden light, like armor, and she was tall, even if she was half-kneeling, she could still see her graceful demeanor. Her black hair reached to her waist, beautiful and luxurious, her dark eyes were as bright as stars, and at this moment she was gazing at the holy object on the altar with a very reverent gaze, her pretty face was white, and her red lips were lightly opened, as if she had no heart's content.

The woman at the head is the saint Yan Xi of the Yan clan's generation, a Tianjiao who was born with the burden of revival!

As a clan that was exiled 10,000 years ago, the Yan clan has been forced to move into the Tianxing Forest since they were forced to move into the Tianxing Forest, they have still maintained their inherent customs for 10,000 years, and they have always respected the maternal line, and their inheritance is only available to women, but the power of inheritance seems to be limited by a certain law, and has been greatly weakened, and has been unable to break through the realm of sacrifices, and fertility also seems to have been greatly weakened, so that they have been reduced from 100,000 people 10,000 years ago to a few hundred, and even the continuation of the race is in danger.

The demon beasts in the Tianxing Forest are vertical and horizontal, and at the same time, there are those ancient beasts that have survived since ancient times, even if their strength is also suppressed, they can also be crushed with their muscles and bones, which makes the living conditions of the Yan clan in the Tianxing Forest extremely difficult.

There are also geniuses among the ancestors of the Yan Clan, they have been looking for a way to break the law, but no matter how hard they try, the result is in vain, and today, they are no longer as strong as they used to be, and they urgently need to find a way to revival.

And this path is the oracle!

The strength of each race is inseparable from its patron saint, and the Yan tribe also had an extremely powerful patron saint, but before the migration, the patronus died of injuries, leaving only an eggshell that could not hatch, and could no longer shelter them, which was also the fundamental reason for the defeat of the Yan clan.

But fortunately, the patron saint of the Yan clan left an oracle before he died, that is, to let them enter the Heavenly Awakening Forest, wait for an opportunity, and wait for an opportunity to resurrect the descendants of the patron saint!

For the descendants of this guardian spirit, the Yan clan can be said to have done their best, and thousands of years ago, they also used the strength of the whole clan to capture the only crater in the Tianxing Forest, and put the god son in it, let it absorb the breath of lava sulfur, and look forward to its early hatching.

However, even today, when this place has become an extinct volcano, there is still no sign of the Son of God hatching, but the danger of extinction has come.

An inexplicable aura emanated, there was silence in the Nuoda Cave, and everyone of the Yan Clan looked at the altar reverently, under their torch-like gaze, there was an urgent hope for the continuation of the entire race.

The Yan clan has reached the verge of extinction, the ten-year festival is not only the supreme celebration of the polar snow plains, but also represents the festival of new life, killing, and change in the Tianxing Forest, as long as the creatures in the Tianxing Forest kill outsiders and sacrifice their corpses to the central altar of the Tianxing Forest, the divine power of the Ice Emperor will also fall.

This was originally an opportunity for the race to be strong, but in the cruel Tianxing Forest, being weak means becoming cannon fodder, not to mention getting sacrifices, under the crushing of the forces of both sides, no matter whether the Yan people get sacrifices or not, they are making wedding dresses for others, and at the same time, even if the race does not perish, it will definitely be swallowed by other races!

Today, it is the last chance for the Yan Clan, and they have put all their hopes on the Son of God, hoping that the descendants of the Guardian Spirit will give them a clear sign.

However, all the women of the Yan tribe prayed sincerely for three days and three nights, but the oracle still did not appear, and perhaps after today, they should choose a powerful race and become vassals in order to survive.

Yan Xi's sharp eyes shot out lightning, like the most magnificent gem, which made people unbearable to look at directly, although she was extremely unbearable in her heart, but as the leader of the Yan clan, she had the responsibility to make a choice, even if it was to sacrifice herself, but for the reproduction of the race, she still had to do it.

Thinking of the ugly face of the second son of the patriarch of the Wu clan, Yan Xi's stomach twitched for no reason, but even so, as the saintess of the Yan clan, it was also her inescapable responsibility to pay for the continuation of the race.

Slowly standing up and half-kneeling body, Yan Xi looked at the altar with an unprecedented determination, staring at the divine object that seemed to never change, there was a trace of sadness in his heart, he sighed secretly, and then suddenly turned around and said: "The oracle is ・・・・・・."

But just as she was about to speak, the entire cave shook violently, and a vast fire spiritual power swept towards the surroundings of the cave, sending out an impact on everyone present, and the invisible fire wave filled the place, making them suddenly have a feeling of wanting to bow and worship.

Yan Xi originally wanted to say that the oracle still hadn't appeared, and she would marry the Wu clan in exchange for the survival of the Yan clan, but the sudden change made her swallow this sentence alive, Huo Ran turned around, and stared directly at the egg on the altar that had been worshiped as a divine object.

At this moment, the eggshell the size of a watermelon on the altar was fiery red all over, as red as blood, first all kinds of strange runes began to appear on the outer edge of the eggshell, and then the middle part also began to become scorching, and at the same time, a very peculiar scene appeared on the egg body.

From the outside, the prototype of a fiery red divine beast is tending to be perfected, and every time the red flame goes, the body of this divine beast emits a trace of feedback, this feeling is like a slow pace of the heart, and the blood in the blood vessels is constantly flushing!

Everyone of the Yan clan looked at this scene in shock, how many years, the gods had abandoned them for so long and so long that there was almost no room for the Yan clan to survive in this Tianxing Forest, and now they even had to marry the holy daughter to the ugly witch clan in humiliation!

However, this shame will be gone forever from today, because today, their patron saint awakens, and an era that belongs to them is about to come!

The eyes of the Yan people present all shot out of crystals, and there were many emotions in their eyes, including the joy of humiliation after being suppressed for thousands of years, the determination of the king to be reborn and to reign over the world, and the excitement of the long-cherished wish to be tasted!

Yan Xi has slowly walked towards the altar at this moment, her graceful figure looks extremely majestic at this moment, maybe she will become the master of the Yan Clan's Zhongxing, and become the immortal king who leads the Yan Clan out of the Heavenly Awakening Forest・・・・・・