Harish hugged his younger brother Harik and took the Kunlun people to meet the patriarch.

It was a thin old man with dark brown skin, as if he had been soaked in soy sauce for a long time. The crisscrossing furrows on his forehead and cheeks symbolized his long life, or rather, his bumpy fate.

The house of the head of the clan is no different from the others, except that the walls are hung with the bones of many animals, symbolizing the glory that the tribe once had before the scorching sun.

The old man sat in the doorway, saw them from afar, and smiled kindly.

“@@#！......”

[Nice to meet you.] 】

“&*%&......”

[The great sages of the prophecy. 】

Prophecy?What prophecy?Ink Yang was keenly aware of the strangeness in the patriarch's words, and it sounded a lot like an NPC in an ARG game.

Ink Yang raised his eyes impressively, a pair of dark blue eyes, and the wisdom and courage contained in them made the patriarch Li bow his head in some panic.

The prophesied warrior to save the tribe is a black-haired and white-skinned human!

"Great Brave, follow the call of the oath and come here, and you will save the continent of Terra from destruction!" the patriarch Li knelt down on one knee, and the trembling appearance of his old bones made Harish who was standing aside fearful.

When he stood up, he handed a blue feather hanging from his chest to Ink Yang.

The blue feathers were very beautiful, shining like sapphires in the sun. Mo Yang said that in Kunlun and Zhongzhou (where the Tang Dynasty is located), he has never seen a bird with such beautiful feathers.

Thank you, there is shame to be made!

So Ink Yang asked directly: "*&&......&*?"

[What prophecy?]

"You and your messenger will help us banish the abominable Sun Demon and forge a legendary weapon. Those cloudy and dark eyes were soaked with tears, and after more than fifty years, he finally saw hope to save his tribe.

The patriarch stretched out a pair of palms that seemed to tear the earth, and pulled out a black parchment book from his bosom.

The skin of the cover has rotted the corners because of the long years, but the handwriting on it has lasted for a long time, and Ink Yang can even feel the fluctuation of spiritual power.

This parchment was picked up by the patriarch Li when he was ten years old by the Crescent Lake.

It is prophesied that in a year's time, the sun will be controlled by demons, and the scorching fire will scorch the earth and take away all living things. Fifty years later, black-haired and white-skinned messengers descended on the continent to help them forge the sword of the sun.

The Sun's wrath will subside, and their clan will become the most powerful tribe on the continent of Terra.

At that time, chestnut was not called chestnut, and the name was inherited from his father, who was the patriarch.

He didn't believe the contents of the black parchment at first.

Until the giant red ball hanging in the sky began to erupt, the crescent lake disappeared, the land dried up, and the prophecy in the parchment was fulfilled one by one, the eleven-year-old realized the seriousness of the problem and handed the black parchment to his father.

My father's body was not strong in the first place, but he was terminally ill because of the sudden disaster, and his days were short.

Li still remembers that his father closed the black parchment, and a pair of eyes that had gone through vicissitudes of life stared through the window, staring at the fiery red sphere in the sky, and the fiery red glow was draped over his father.

The patriarch's father, who had reigned for forty years, seemed to be a real great sage at this time.

"You are going to lead the tribe to the most glorious place!" said the father, handing him the lambskin book.

Suddenly pass away.

He inherited the glorious name "chestnut", and he wanted to bring the glory to his people.

In the past fifty years, they have fought against the scorching sun, constantly migrating north, agreeing to the unequal trade of the tribes along the way, and even selling the young children of the tribe in exchange for supplies.

It's all about surviving and surviving this dark time.

Wait for the light to fall!

"......" Ink Yang silently flipped through the black parchment, on which was a series of beautiful flower-style characters, this font completely coincided with the memory of another world in his mind.

Could it be that the humans in this secret realm are from another world?

Or is it that in the course of historical development, such a language will inevitably emerge?

The existence of this parchment prophecy book makes Ink Yang suspicious. Since this is a secret realm, except for permission, it is impossible for other immortal cultivators to enter, and the people here are all mortals, so who wrote such a parchment book that predicts the future?

The answer is obvious.

He is the creator and holder of the secret realm.

...... The most likely answer is Jian Li.

And turning to the penultimate page of the parchment, there is a string of Chinese that details the process of removing the materials for casting the sword.

This almost confirms the identity of the author of the parchment.

Turn to the last page......

Maybe that's the real penultimate page, because the last page looks like it's been torn off.

Ink Yang raised his eyes to stare at the patriarch Li, and the old man smiled at him, signaling him not to make a sound.

The real penultimate page describes the process of forging a sword.

The sword of human sacrifice.

Eunuch Li is the master of the secret realm, and the fiery red sun is his handiwork. He personally brought disaster to this tribe, and because of the parchment he compiled, he was worshipped as a god and creator by the patriarch Li.

However, the way that the 'Creator' proposed to save a tribe was to sacrifice the lives of certain people.

Mo Yang suddenly sneered, if there was no him in this team, no one understood the indigenous language and the flower characters on the parchment, wouldn't everything Li Jian did seem less cruel?

If he guessed correctly, that huge sun was actually the essence of the material for forging the sword, and even the energy center maintained by the entire secret realm.

With such a huge secret realm that has been running in an orderly manner for so many years, one can imagine how huge the energy contained in this sword-forging spirit is.

"What is written in this book?" Li Xuanyuan asked when he saw that Mo Yang's expression was wrong.

Ink Yang omitted the content of the living sacrifice sword, and told the rest truthfully.

He deliberately deceived Li Xuanyuan about them.

According to his understanding of his senior brothers and sisters, they would definitely not agree to forge swords like this, and what would be delayed at that time would be the fate of more people outside the secret realm.

Walking on the path of righteousness, behind it is darkness and filth. If the protagonist's clean hands are not allowed to be soiled, then ......

Ink Yang laughed to himself, he seemed to be used to playing a not-so-glamorous role.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's hurry up and get the materials, right?" Bai Xiuxiu pursed her lips, she couldn't sleep when she thought of the origin of the longevity fruit, and she had to go out as soon as possible to save people.

Ink Yang nodded, and before leaving, he ran to the team leader and asked in their language, "Who is the object of that living sacrifice?"

The old man, who had been in good spirits because of their arrival, suddenly deflated, and he leaned over and looked at the pair of brothers who were standing not far away.

"Is that the brothers?"

The old man shook his head, his vocal cords rubbing, and it was clear that his life was coming to an end.

"On the last page, it says that only one person will volunteer to be a sacrifice. ”

"Because this sword is also called—the Sword of Sacrifice. ”

He looked at the pair of brothers, his two pairs of black and white eyes didn't care about everything around him, he only cared about the relatives in front of him.

The one- or two-year-old baby apparently didn't understand what "sacrifice" meant.

It was Harish who accepted such a tragic fate.