"Dono, you are my younger brother. I know you always feel that your wisdom is not inferior to me. You always have some covetousness to me as the position of the great elder, but you actually don't understand the gap between you and me."

"It makes sense that the tribe members chose me instead of any of you six."

"Because only those who know the rightness of me can lead the tribe members, and continue to this day through tens of thousands of years of pursuit of heaven."

"You six, please step down!"

The elder said lightly, the man named Dono was the elder who questioned his style of retreating. Although he was younger than him, his octogenarian attitude was not inferior to him.

He took out the identity of the Great Elder to suppress the six elders, but in fact he was not showing off anything. According to the style of the people in the Mandala world, people need to be straightforward and give them any reasons. Instead, they can be convincing. That is why he frankly took out everyone's trust in him as a weapon to make the elders believe in the decisions he made.

"yes!"……

The elders bowed and retreated, including the elder named Dono, who also waved their sleeves and left the cave.

These were just six of them walking towards the cave, and there were seven footsteps that the Great Elder heard when he closed his eyes just now. The Great Elder knew that when these six elders left, the young man with a slightly heavy footsteps should be about to come to the cave.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence in the cave, one of them was tall, as thin as a black-robed boy with a haggard face appeared outside the water curtain.

"The blood power originated from the Elf King God is not simple. After practicing for thousands of years, you can feel the call of the altar. Qingtuo, come in!" The elder said.

Qingtuo's identity is no better than other elders. Not only is he not a member of his own clan, but he is also young and a junior among the elders. Therefore, he stood outside the water curtain and did not dare to go in without the greeting of the elder.

After entering the cave, Qingtuo bowed and said, "Great Elder, why do you always mention my half of blood that I don't want, and deliberately forget the blood flowing in my pulse?"

Qingtuo has a special identity. His mother is the sister of the contemporary Elf King God. She is also the closest person to the Elf King God’s bloodline between heaven.

His father is a man in the mandala world, so while he is flowing with noble blood, his body also has the bloodline of the "remnant man".

Originally, the bloodline of the elves royal family in his body was more noble, but for some reasons, Qingtuo's mother died because of the contemporary elves king god, so he did not like the blood of his bloodline that belonged to the elves royal family.

Because of his obsession, he did not obtain a surname from the Elf Royal Family, so his name does not have the surname prefix of the Elf Royal Family.

Because the mandala's remains were not allowed, he could not obtain the prefix of the surname of the mandala people, so he only had the name "Qingtuo" and had no surname origin.

"The past is no longer a history that cannot be turned back. You are the nephew of the dignified elf king god. There is no need to stay in the nameless world like an old man who cannot stand out. It's not that I don't want to give you the surname of the mandala, but it just can't delay your life!" said the Great Elder.

"But, you have not given me a surname for hundreds of years. I have been with my father's faith. Have you been in this small world for hundreds of years?" Qingtuo said, looking elsewhere.

Looking at Qingtuo's slightly disappointed expression, the elder's lips trembled slightly, and then slowly said: "Yes, I didn't give you the surname of Mandala, but you stayed here with Mandala for hundreds of years. Not only that, you also used your sick body to cultivate the top martial arts in the world through your own understanding without teaching you the martial arts."

After a moment of pause, the Great Elder spoke and asked again: "You can sense the call of the altar, you probably have condensed your own avenue of Mandala?"

Qingtuo replied sideways: "It is still at a critical point and is still a distance from the elders' great way. The reason why I can sense it is probably the main reason because the altar-head holy sword does not treat me as an outsider like the great elder!"

The elder smiled relievedly. He knew that although this thin boy was weak, he was arrogant and arrogant in his bones. He didn't say anything, but he must have a lot of grievances and resentment in his heart.

In fact, he did not think of this noble young man from Tianlu who was lying in the ruins of the mandala, as he was not at all aware of being an outsider. It was just that the time had not come, and he was afraid of losing the other party's future and life.

He laughed indifferently and asked again, "So, what are you doing here?"

Qingtuo replied: "I know that the great elders in the clan have the highest magic power and understand the meaning of the altar-front holy sword, so I want to ask where the signal that disturbed the altar-front holy sword came from. If the great elder is willing to report it, I will find the source of this signal and revive the mandala!"

Qingtuo didn't even talk about the great elders, and everyone, including the six elders, rushed to their residences to inquire. What they wanted to know was the source of the signal, to find out, and to revive the mandala.

"In fact, three thousand years ago, there was a man in the clan who broke free from the boundary forbidden like you and flew out of the sky to the sky. At that time, I was almost moved by him and entrusted the altar holy sword to him. As a result, I still felt that the time had not come and I dared to send the holy weapon out. In the end, the man was exposed and was exterminated by the gods on the road to the sky, and he accidentally brought you back." said the Great Elder.

"I know, that's my father. Fortunately, you didn't give him the holy sword in the mandala. Otherwise, the holy sword in front of the heavenly way would be destroyed, and the remains of our mandala would have been extinct." Qingtuo said, showing sincere respect for the decision made by the Great Elder back then.

The elder smiled and shook his head, but did not explain why he shook his head, but solemnly lifted the dark wooden box from his side.

"Today, I feel that there is no time to wait anymore. I want to entrust this holy weapon to you and let you pursue the little hope that may exist according to what everyone thinks!"

The elder said, stood up, walked down the huge rock, respectfully holding the dark wooden box into Qingtuo's hand.

"Great Elder, this..." Qingtuo stood on the spot with a wooden box in shock. Looking at his expression, he probably never expected that the Great Elder would suddenly release the sword of the altar.

This is the hope of all the legacies of the Mandala world. How could the Great Elder let go so much and entrust him as an outsider?

"Don't ask why, you just need to know that taking away the Holy Sword of the Altar is to take away my Mandala Qi. From then on, the hope and despair of my Mandala will be borne by you..."
Chapter completed!