Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

Although Azhan and the others were right behind them, the body was hanging on the tree above, as if it was a warning to them.

A-Zhan and the others also saw it and found it hard to accept the current situation. They even smiled bitterly and tried to escape: "This can't be true, right? Maybe the gods want to..."

The conversation stopped abruptly, as if they could no longer use God as an excuse.

"Alas." The clan leader sighed, and under the gaze of everyone, he slowly said: "We have been to Cangshan before."

Ever since the tribesmen began to disappear mysteriously one after another, the tribe leader had a strange feeling, as if they had been here a long time ago and the same thing had happened.

A Zhan and the others looked at each other helplessly. They had the same feeling, but didn't care much about it.

Now that they know the truth, they don’t know what to do.

"Let's keep going." Xie Fei didn't want to waste any more time as they were not far from the top of the mountain.

Mogan asked quietly: "Will my body appear ahead as well?"

They quickly accepted this shocking truth and calmed down. As they continued to move upwards, they were even vaguely searching for their "corpses".

After hearing Mogan's question, Xie Fei's mouth twitched, and he sighed that they had a strong ability to endure.

"Not necessarily." Xie Fei replied casually.

The tribe leader was standing behind them, heard the conversation, and said slowly: "Someone successfully reached the top of the mountain."

Xie Fei paused. Since the patriarch still vaguely remembered what had happened, he would not be unaware of what was on it. But he didn't say it now, which proved that he also died on the road.

Who is the last person to arrive?

Xie Fei glanced at Mo Gan. He felt that it should be this young man, and it was probably related to the fire in his body.

When they were only a short distance away from the mountain road, the scenery around them changed completely. On the bumpy road, they could see many stone pillars and inscriptions that were buried deep underground, with only a section of them exposed.

Half of the inscription was carved with strange characters, and Xie Fei didn't recognize any of them, but that didn't mean the people of the Canaan tribe didn't recognize them.

"In ancient times, there was a god in Cangshan Mountain. His name was Ming, which means the sea embraces all rivers. All things in Cangshan Mountain look up to him. Ming was unknown when he found a child at the foot of Cangshan Mountain and took him as his disciple. He had no name or courtesy name, but was called "the vast stars and moon."

The patriarch knelt in front of the inscription, wiped off the dirt on it, and translated the text, but that was all, because the second half of the text broke along with the inscription.

Xie Fei pinched his fingers, and the two figures, one big and one small, that he had seen before should be the God Ming of Cangshan Mountain and his disciples.

"What a pity." The clan leader shook his head regretfully. They didn't know much about the god, but now they finally saw the stone tablet that recorded the god's deeds, but it was destroyed.

In front of them was the long horizontal tree. When A-Zhan and his friends reached here, they could no longer move forward.

This is probably their fate.

Going further ahead, you can see the dilapidated mountain gate, where the traces of the heavy snow have also stopped. The steps covered with gravel are filled with ice flowers one after another, leaving no place to step.

When they were preparing to move forward, except for Xie Fei, Mogan and the clan leader, all the other members of the clan were stopped outside the mountain gate. No matter what they did, it seemed as if they were blocked by something and could not move forward.

One of the tribesmen sighed regretfully, "It seems that this is the only way we can go."

They all bowed to the tribe leader and said, "Tribal leader, we are satisfied that we have come this far. Please lead us on the road ahead."

Mogan's eyes were filled with sadness.

The finish line was clearly not far away, but in the end, only one or two people could be seen with their own eyes.

"Let's go." The patriarch walked unsteadily, and his hunched back made him look even older and more tired.

"Creak, creak, creak."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the tribesmen who stayed outside the mountain gate looked at their backs and turned into ice sculptures, standing guard on the spot.

Mo Gan looked back and his eyes suddenly turned red.

He was a little confused. What was the purpose of what they were doing now?

“Mogan, don’t look back.” The chief’s old voice came from beside him, “You are no longer the same as them after you came here.”

What's different?

Mo Gan's heart was full of doubts. He subconsciously looked at Xie Fei, who he thought knew everything. However, he saw that the man was staring at the top of the mountain, as if he was distracted.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and an uncontrollable fire emerged from his body, as if it was going to burn his consciousness to ashes.

The cold wind blew across his face, and he came back to his senses. He tightly grasped his wrist and controlled the strange emotions in his heart.

Xie Fei was distracted because a hint of a treasure chest finally appeared on the map, right at the top of the mountain, but at the same time there was also a red dot, which he thought should be a boss or something.

The stairs were too long and it took me half a day to reach the end.

Mogan supported the patriarch and found that the patriarch's body became stiffer and stiffer as time went by. When his legs could no longer move, the patriarch asked Mogan to let him go.

"It looks like I've reached the end of my rope."

Mogan's face was full of confusion. All the human race had reached the end, and he was the only one who could continue.

But at this moment, the desire in his heart to see the other side of Cangshan Mountain was only a little bit, not as strong as before he came.

The patriarch's legs had been frozen by the ice, which was now spreading upwards.

Mo Gan's heart was excited, and a ball of fire appeared in his hand, which was directly attached to the legs of the tribe leader, trying to melt the ice.

"I don't want to! I don't want to go on alone."

"You are not alone." The clan leader touched Mogan's head with relief and sadness, "You are never alone. We are all watching you and waiting for your success."

The fire in Mogan's palms could not melt the ice on the tribe leader's body. Even his palms could not feel the burning temperature, but instead a biting cold, as if even the fire had turned into ice.

"Don't dawdle." Xie Fei grabbed the boy's collar, lifted him up, and said solemnly, "Keep going."

Mo Gan glanced at him, his eyes were not as clear and bright as usual, but instead contained some complicated emotions.

He grabbed Xie Fei's hand, and his rough fingers left a trace of red on the back of his hand.

"Beilu, why did you come to Cangshan?"

Xie Fei's expression did not change at all: "I'm here to look for something. It's just in front."

"Let's go." The boy's voice became a little hoarse, and then he let go of his hand, walked in front of him, and walked up without stopping. His figure was getting farther and farther away, and taller and taller.

Xie Fei was a little dazed. Why did he feel that Mo Gan seemed to have grown up a lot?

The highest point of Cangshan Mountain is covered by clouds. Nine stone pillars of different lengths and thicknesses surround a circular stone platform. The surface is uneven, as if an array formation is engraved on it. There are semicircular grooves in the four directions with dried blood inside.

"Is this an altar?" This was Xie Fei's first feeling when he saw this thing.

Like in ancient times, the altar used for offering sacrifices to the sky, if blood was poured in from the middle, it would flow along all the patterns and eventually fill the four grooves.

"Ah, yes, the altar."

When Mogan saw this thing, his head started to ache. Blurry images flashed before his eyes, and he couldn't catch any trace.

“It’s an altar.”