I saw that there were golden fire patterns flowing between the child’s eyebrows. The fire patterns jumped from time to time, just like a burning fire that was really burning in the eyebrows.

This is an external sign that only when the blood of the Fire God reaches a certain level can it show. The vision between the eyebrows is not only a symbol, but also contains the powerful divine power of the Fire God, carrying part of the will of the Fire God.

Before the Fire God fell, there was a golden fire pattern on the forehead, which was almost the standard for the Son of God.

Now, only the powerful warrior who has raised the bloodline of the Fire God to the point of a demigod can such a vision be revealed.

The tall giant carefully placed a child the size of his fingers on his palms.

Then lift it up high.

The red light shrouded down, and the rushing sun water shaking the golden waves.

"From today, you'll be called 'Xu'."

"You will be the child of the Zhuyan tribe and the future lord of southern Xinjiang." The tall giant said loudly.

There were bursts of amazement coming from all around.

There is a name since birth... This is a treatment that only the Son of God can have.

But no one questioned it.

After all, in the eyes of most people, the newly born "Xu" is the descendant of the God of Yangshui. Although it is not a true bloodline, it can be regarded as a legitimate birth in a sense.

It is not wrong to take care of the Son of God.

In the deeper mountains and forests, among the bushes of flames and fire, more than a dozen joined monks looked at what happened on the shore of Yangshui, and their faces showed an angry expression.

"It's only a little bit...it's just a little bit like forcing these Vulcan Remnants to walk out of the southern polar regions."

"I didn't expect that at the last moment, the bloodline of the Yangshui God was successfully brought to life, resulting in a failure. Our plan will be greatly delayed. The new bloodline son of the Yangshui God will definitely be well protected by these descendants of the Fire God. It is not easy to attack..." A monk said gritting his teeth.

Another monk who looked particularly thin said, "It's a waste of effort? So do you think?"

After saying that, he stopped talking.

The monk who spoke first was stunned, then his expression changed slightly: "What do you mean... This is not a coincidence?"

"Of course it's not a coincidence. The pillar of heaven was broken. Even the Fire God Can Clan used a special method to sacrifice to the God of Yangshui. Every time the God of Yangshui descended his bloodline, he was afraid that it would consume a huge amount of power. We don't understand the God... but it does not prevent us from making certain inferences."

"If the God of Yangshui helps the Fire God Remnant Clan in this way, if it is not old with the Fire God, then it must have another idea and the goal is very large. In your opinion, is it going to be the former or the latter?" said the thin monk sneered.

"Okay, although this time it failed, it has damaged the foundation of the Yangshui River. At least ten years in the next year, the water flow of Yangshui will decrease, and there will be constant conflicts between the tribes along the coast. Everyone... seize the opportunity." This time, the person who spoke seemed to be the leader.

So after he spoke, no one had any questions, but nodded and said yes.

After a brief gathering, these monks dispersed.

Some of them come from various tribes in the southern Xinjiang polar regions, and some of them actually come from outside the southern Xinjiang polar regions.

There is no night or day in southern Xinjiang, only the eternal crimson sky and the burning world.

Naturally, if people from outside can withstand the high temperature and heat, they can travel long distances and go deep into the polar regions of southern Xinjiang.

When the crowd dispersed, it was almost time to go away.

Only two people remained.

One of them is the thin-looking man who previously suspected that the God of Yangshui had something else to do.

"Brother! Have you seen that child just now?" The man was about to say something, but he was interrupted directly.

"Don't say! Since this is a world of manifestation of gods, there are naturally some means that we don't understand. Using the mind of mortals to fully understand the ideas of gods is the most fatal arrogance. If you have such thoughts, you will sooner or later kill yourself."

"This world belongs to gods, to wild people, to wild beasts, to us monks, but in the final analysis... it belongs to the unknown powerful. You have also seen the scene of creation."

"That child may be really extraordinary. Every world has a definite protagonist, and this child may be the protagonist." said the 'big brother'.

Then, without waiting for his brother to continue asking questions, he said directly: "Don't interfere! Don't interfere, don't think about tempting or peeping. If possible... I just want to go with the flow, and I hope you will think the same way."

After saying that, he turned around and left first.

After a few steps, it turned into a stream of fire and disappeared into the forests that were also covered with fire.

"Will you go with the flow?" The thin man looked sarcastic, and then shattered into fire marks and disappeared into crimson forests.

Everything seemed to have returned to peace.

A child named Xu began to grow up in the Zhuyan tribe.

He grows much slower than ordinary children.

Ordinary children will rush to death as long as they drink blood and eat meat from wild animals.

But Xu is different. The meat he eats and drinks blood he drinks is no less than a normal warrior who is five meters tall, but at this time he is still a baby who looks less than one meter tall.

If it weren't for his existence that had special functions, the people in the Zhuyan tribe would have begun to reject and target him.

In the wild tribe, people will not have too many intrigues.

But it does not mean that this is an Eden-like world. It is precisely because there are no strict rules and no systematic systems that tribes will reduce what they think of as "remaining branches" and will become direct, open and merciless.

In the entire wild world, those old people with aging body and no longer fighting power, those young people with incomplete bodies, those who have lost their combat ability or hunting ability, and those children who cannot grow up quickly will be given up as expected, and no one will think there is anything wrong.

Because this is the law of survival in the wilderness.

If you worship such a barbaric civilization just because of its simplicity, it can only prove that the worshippers themselves have no brains.

"The Son of the World is Born!"

"But... Zhu Yanxu is not the only son of the world."

"The new world, this huge world full of my ambitions, of course I want to play something different."
Chapter completed!