The Chiyan tribe at the foot of the volcano lived here in the era. After a long period of inheritance, the number of people has increased from a few thousand to more than two million today. It is barely considered a regional tribe in the vast fairy world.

Don’t underestimate the so-called regional tribes. Those who are qualified to obtain this title are at least powerful people who rule tens of thousands of miles of territory.

However, too many inherited classics have been lost, and the peerless strong people have never been born in the tribe, which has greatly reduced the strength of the Chiyan clan than it seems. In this radius of tens of thousands of miles, I have never straightened my back.

Not long ago, I just found a backer to rely on. The great priest once said that the sleeping faith master is extremely powerful.

As long as He wakes up and gives some kindness, he can help the Red Flame tribe restore the supreme glory before the ancient times.

This made all the people of the Chiyan tribe ecstatic and prayed day after day, so that they could help the Lord of Faith wake up in the shortest time.

But what frightened them was that before the Lord of Faith awakened, the survival of the Red Flame tribe became difficult.

"The great priest, the battlefield between the Fire Clan and the Snow Clan, is thinking that our clan is close to it. If you don't leave immediately, it's too late!"

Under the altar, a monk from the Red Flame tribe spoke anxiously, with an unconcealed fear on his face.

At the meeting, the senior executives of the Chiyan clan suddenly became commotion.

"Silent!" the great priest shouted in a low voice, "It is a blasphemy to the Lord of Faith, do you want to arouse the Lord of the Angry?"

The altar suddenly became quiet, and many people showed anxiety and hurriedly lowered their heads to pray.

"The great priest calms down. It is understandable that the tribesmen are anxious about their survival and death. The tribesmen are more anxious, and it is understandable." The patriarch said, unable to help sighing softly, "The situation is so dangerous now, and the Lord of the Faith Lord has arrived without any instructions. We may have to rely on ourselves."

The high priest was silent. He had to admit that the patriarch was right and fit the hearts of many tribesmen. It was the best choice.

But he had to object.

With a bitter smile, the high priest looked up, "You may be calling me a stubborn person in your heart and would rather die than make a move, but the fact is that our clan cannot leave this volcano at all."

"Great Saint, what do you mean?"

"Why can't our clan leave? Please ask the high priest to say it clearly!"

"Could it be that the high priest knows what?"

The clan leader raised his hand and the chaos calmed down, showing his strong control. He said in a deep voice: "Great priest, tell me the reason. If I cannot convince the public, I will focus on the survival of the clan and can only lead the clan members away. Even if I offend the majesty of the master of faith, I am willing to bear it with all my strength!"

The high priest's mouth was even bitter and heavier, "Class leader, you are in charge of daily affairs in the tribe. Haven't you noticed that among the newborn babies in our tribe, there are fewer and fewer people qualified to practice, and their qualifications are getting lower and lower?"

"When you first ascended the position of patriarch, our clan had about 20,000 newborns every year, and only more than 18,000 in four hundred years, and 16,000 in seven hundred years, and now, there are less than 15,000 newborns every year. Among them, the proportion of newborns qualified to practice has dropped from 40% to 30% now, and the average qualification has also been reduced by one level."

The patriarch's face changed slightly, his eyebrows were frowning and his face became increasingly ugly.

Obviously, things are as mentioned above.

The high priest coughed, "I am a high priest for a long time than if you ascend to the position of patriarch, so I am even more shocking about the gradual decline of our clan. Since more than 4,000 years ago, I have been secretly investigating the reasons in order to find a way to rejuvenate the Red Flame Clan. Not long ago, I finally found the reason, but it made me feel desperate."

His muddy eyes swept through the crowd, with his old face lonely and sad, "I found that the reason for the decline of the Red Flame Clan was not caused by the outside world, but the blood flowing in our bodies was constantly thinning and disappearing, like a puddle without a source, which could only gradually dry up in despair, and the speed of drying up is getting faster and faster."

The patriarch's eyes flashed, "No, if the bloodline is really thin and dissipated, I will never be unaware of it. You are wrong for the High Priest!"

The scared members of the Red Flame tribe seemed to have been injected with cardiotropic agent, and the pale face was filled with a hint of blood.

The high priest sighed, "I also hope that the reason I found was wrong, but in fact, you have never noticed this. It is precisely because of the volcano in front of you and me. Perhaps some of the ancestors had expected that there would be this day in the future, so they chose to settle here and strictly ordered our tribe not to relocate."

"With the power of this volcano, the bloodline of the Red Flame Clan can be maintained until today, but because of this, we have become inseparable from it. Because, once we leave the power range of the volcano, the bloodline of the Red Flame Clan will completely disappear in a very short time. Even if you are yours, your cultivation will plummet. It is difficult for a newborn to find someone with the qualifications to practice... the clan will completely decline."

The great priest said sadly, "Do you think you can still escape now? Even if you escape, what will happen if you temporarily avoid this great disaster and wait for the Red Flame clan?"

Under the altar, there was a silence.

The patriarch clenched his fists hard, and his nails penetrated deep into the flesh and blood. The pain was not as painful as he felt. Is the Red Flame Clan really going to die in his hands or completely sink into depravity?

"Clanmen!" The high priest suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "Now, I hope you can go back immediately, summon all tribesmen, pray to our Lord of Faith, and pray to Him to wake up, descend upon the supreme power, and protect our tribe through this calamity."

Maybe you feel negative and desperate, but that's already, the only thing we can do!

The patriarch was the first to turn around and walk out. This powerful man who had always been tough in character, sharp in means, and desperately defended the interests of the tribe, his back became hunched, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and every step was extremely heavy.

More senior officials of the Red Flame clan left with sadness.

The great priest turned around, knelt under the altar, lowered his head and kissed the ground, and murmured devoutly, "My Lord, you exist above billions of millions, and your status is the most noble existence in this world. Your power is irresistible, your majesty cannot be offended, and your glory will surely illuminate the world."

"I beg you to wake up and shelter your most devout believers, who can step out of the whirlpool of despair and fear, and no longer suffer."

...

Just as the Chiyan clan's great priest prayed, the sky suddenly broke in a certain space in the fairy world, lightning, thunder and wind roaring, and it seemed like a scene of destruction in the blink of an eye!

The loud noises made all living creatures in the mountains below silent.
Chapter completed!