yes I see hatred."He said, "It's clear you hate me very much."Before Jiang Wang could speak, he continued, "Perhaps what you hate is my face">Jiang Wang frowned: "What do you mean"He said, "If you wan..."How" Sensing Qing Huo Qiming's hesitation, Jiang Wang spoke aloud.

“You carry this white bone lotus blossom…”

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"Strange"

“A little.” Qinghuo’s words were carefully chosen.

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That's really not like someone in a position of power.

Judging from the scale of this Fire Temple, the status of the shaman must have been very high.

"A trace left by a fiend deity is long gone and has little effect anymore." Jiang Wang spoke casually, asking, "Can you wash it away"

He had long since been aware that he had forbidden the use of the Bai Gu Dao's secret arts, but the pattern of the white bone lotus on his back remained undiminished.

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This might be the mark left by the secret techniques of the White Bone Divine, a mark that cannot be erased. Perhaps only when the White Bone Divine completely disappears will this mark vanish. Or there's another possibility, because of Jiang Yan's presence in the Tongtian Palace.

But Jiang Yin remains an unresolved problem to this day. As for this white bone lotus, there was no apparent effect on it in daily life. Jiang Wang couldn't possibly remove that layer of skin, so he could only put it aside.

Jing Huo hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I have no understanding of the realm of gods. It would be inappropriate for me to experiment on you."

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...whether he was truly unable to do it, or if he was holding back.

Jiang Wang didn't force it: "Then let's just leave it be for now."

“However,” Qing Huo Qiming said, “If you don’t need the power of a demon god, I can help you place the fire totem under this white bone lotus. It might be able to suppress it somewhat and eliminate the hidden danger.”

“Could it possibly lead to any negative consequences” Jiang Wang thought about the potential for failure before considering the possibility of success.

“If the two patterns aren't combined well…” Qing Huoqi Ming thought for a moment, somewhat uncertainly: “Not very aesthetically pleasing”

Jiang Wang: ...

“I’m referring to the cultivation aspect,” Jiang Wang said.

The fire spirit replied, “Our totem is our way of cultivation throughout the ages. Countless years have passed this way. Is there any harm in your way of cultivation for you”

Jiang Wang had no more objections: "Do as you say."

Since the world of the Sea of Origin to the Sandsea World of Yin Xing, and then to the Floating Continent, Jiang Yan has been silent for many days. It is unknown whether he is asleep or in seclusion.

This flame totem might give him a "surprise".

A flaming dagger was used to etch a mark onto Jiang Wang's spine. The flames seared the skin, leaving a red scar without harming the flesh underneath.

The process of "diǎn qīng" is accompanied by extremely intense burning pain.

According to the inscription on the Celebrating Fire artifact, this is a process of communing with totemic power, and pain is unavoidable. Jiang Wang couldn't help but cry out, but it was best not to move around—originally, according to regulations, he was supposed to tie Jiang Wang up to keep him still during the process, just to avoid moving around uncontrollably due to the pain. Of course, Jiang Wang couldn't agree to that. In any circumstance, turning himself into a fish on a chopping board would be a foolish act.

In the end, all we could do was to start with this humble inscription.

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To his surprise, throughout the entire process, Jiang Wang remained as still as a statue.

You have to know, this blade of Sacrificial Fire, was a treasured heirloom passed down by the Shaman of the Celebration of Fire tribe. This fire doesn't harm flesh and blood; it actually imprints upon the soul. The fire totem isn't directly carved by the Shaman, but rather naturally forms after the Shaman carves into the soul. It looks like an engraving, but its essence is different. But over time, it slowly led to the saying of "point blue."

Therefore, this kind of pain reaches the soul level. It's not something ordinary people can bear.

The bulging veins on his neck probably spoke volumes about the pain, but in the area where Ke Huo's "carving" was done, the surrounding skin and flesh were forcibly kept in a relatively relaxed state. This was to avoid interfering with his totem's "carving" and strive for the best effect.

This terrifying will and control power reminded Qinghuo of the person his adoptive father had mentioned repeatedly, an unparalleled powerhouse of the Qinghuo tribe. It was said that he performed similarly in Dianqing, which left a deep impression on his adoptive father, a shaman all his life. Unfortunately, that man had long fallen into the Nether Heavens...

When everything was over, Qinghuo extinguished the sacrificial fire and put away the knife. Then, he took out a dusty cloth from his box and simply rubbed it against Jiang Wang's back.

Strangely enough, after that wipe, the burning sensation instantly disappeared.

Jiang Wang relaxed completely, only then did he realize that his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Well" he asked, sounding utterly drained.

“The totem has been generated, and it still needs to be infused with totem power.” Qihong spoke as she packed her things. “The chieftain has already allotted me my share.”

Jiang Wang casually asked, "What's the origin of this piece of gray cloth"

A blaze of festivity, a smile that speaks volumes.

Jiang Wang then understood that this was probably the secret of the Qihuo Department's shaman, not something convenient to share.

He didn't care, casually pinched a formula, condensed a water mirror, placed it on his back, and turned his head to look at the pattern in the water mirror.

Only a fiery red spark was seen, as if burning. Above it, a white bone lotus flower seemed to be in full bloom.

Red and white blend together, each reflecting the other's light.

The eerie feeling of the white bone lotus was neutralized, and the fiery feeling of the crimson fire became more gentle.

Even disregarding their meaning, this is a very beautiful pattern.

Jiang Wang watched silently for a while, inexplicably remembering some scenes, so he waved his hand to dispel the water mirror.

Looking at his expression, Qinghuo Qiming suddenly asked: "In your world beyond the heavens, what is the state of the deities"

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Jiang Wang shook his head. “The era of Shinto prosperity is history. What I’ve encountered... it’s best not to mention. In general, righteous gods are still revered, with some incense burning. Evil gods, however, are reviled, and their faith can only be spread in secret. However, not all deities require faith. Shinto is a very complex practice system, and I don’t understand it very well.”

When Qing Huo inscribed this, he unintentionally revealed his thoughts: "In our adrift world, the so-called 'gods' are unable to receive any faith."

"Why"

“God has ‘I’, having ‘I’ there must be private. But without selflessness, how can one be considered God Therefore, God is a paradox. As humans adrift, we believe that the true God does not exist. There are only the thieves of the origin and the thieves of faith.”

God has "I," and where there is "I," there must be privacy!

This was the first time Jiang Wang had heard this, but she found it very reasonable. To have such awareness, Fuluo was an extraordinary world.

Jiang Wang shook her head and said, "I never believe in God."

He understood Qing Huo Ji Ming's reminder. The other party mistook his possible reverence for the deity represented by the white bone lotus flower.

Seeing Jiang Wang's expression, Qing Huo stopped talking and walked in holding the box: "Come with me to the inner room."

Jiāng Wàng rose to his feet and left the table, following Qìng Huǒ qí míng into the fire shrine. He walked down a long sloping corridor, flanked by tall braziers on either side.

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Turn left at the fork in the road. At the end of the path, there is a dark room.

It should already be deep underground here.

The layout is extremely simple, with flames at each corner, burning in mid-air.

In the center of the dark room, there was a pool paved with crimson bricks.

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The pool was empty at this time, and you could see that the bottom and walls were painted with mysterious flame patterns. It seemed to be a complete scene, as if it were describing something.

But the style was unique to this realm. Jiang Wang carefully examined it for a while, but he couldn't understand it.

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“Um.” Qing Huo Qi Ming said a little awkwardly, “Originally, you should be soaking in the Totem Pool for a while, now... just squat by the pool and put your hand in.”

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Jiang Wang probably guessed what this place was used for. Hearing this, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

This Fire Festival department, they are really stingy!eople below the Outer Court realm, however, can live within the beautiful imagination of calm seas and gentle waves."This fills me with respect," Jiang Wang said.In that realm where the sky was night,...