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The cheers of the mysterious tribe surged forth like a tidal wave, celebrating their hard-won victory.

The air was filled with the joy and excitement of surviving a disaster; however, this jubilant scene was completely out of sync with Fan Tong's state of mind.

He stood outside the crowd, gazing intently into the distance at that unknown land, as if something was drawing him in.

He held the spirit pearl tightly in his hand, feeling its still warm energy.

He knew that although the Shadow Lord had vanished, the threat of darkness would not end there.

We must find a stronger force to truly protect this land and its people.

He had to go to that ancient ruin.

Fan Tong's unusual behavior quickly caught the attention of the red-haired elder. His weathered face was furrowed, as if he sensed the worry in Fan Tong's heart.

The blue-striped priest slowly approached, a hint of worry flickering in his deep eyes.

They walked up to Fan Tong, and the red-haired elder spoke first, his voice deep and powerful, like the tolling of an ancient bell, "Young man, you saved us, and we are extremely grateful. But now, you should rest well."

Fan Tong withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to the two elders, his eyes resolute. "Elders, I understand your good intentions. However, the power of darkness will not simply disappear, and we must take precautions. I plan to travel to the ancient ruins, where a mysterious power that can combat darkness may be hidden."

The red-haired elder frowned even more deeply, his aged hands clenching into fists. "That place is fraught with danger and unknown risks. We cannot let you put yourself in such danger!" The blue-striped priest chimed in, "Yes, young man, that is not a place for you. Let the young people of the tribe bear all of this."

Fan Tong shook his head. He knew the elders meant well, but it was his responsibility and a mission he had to undertake.

His tone was firm and brooked no argument: "Elders, I must go. This is a responsibility I cannot shirk. Only by obtaining that power can we truly protect the safety of the tribe. No matter how dangerous it is there, I must go!"

Looking at Fan Tong's resolute gaze and the indomitable will emanating from him, the red-haired elder and the blue-striped priest were speechless for a moment, unable to utter a word of rebuttal.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, and the surrounding noise seemed to diminish.

At this moment, Biluo, a girl in white, walked gracefully over. Her clear eyes were filled with worry. She gently tugged at Fan Tong's sleeve, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Fan Tong gave her a reassuring look, then turned around and prepared to walk towards the ruins.

He had just taken a step when a slightly hoarse voice came from behind him: "Wait, I'll go with you."

Upon hearing the slightly hoarse voice, Fan Tong paused briefly and slowly turned around.

A purple-haired youth stood not far away, his face slightly pale, but his eyes revealed a determined light.

Fan Tong frowned slightly, his tone tinged with worry: "Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, now is not a good time to take risks."

The purple-haired youth shook his head firmly, his voice a little hoarse but still hearty: "I don't care about these things. I'm your friend, so of course I'll go with you. We'll share the joys and sorrows and face this unknown challenge together."

Fan Tong's feelings became even more complicated.

He understood the purple-haired youth's feelings, but deep down he couldn't ignore the unhealed wounds.

His tone was urgent: "I appreciate your kindness, but I can't let you take this risk. If something goes wrong, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life."

The purple-haired youth's face instantly turned somewhat ugly. He seemed to sense Fan Tong's distrust, and his voice carried a hint of anger: "Is this a sign that you don't trust me? Doesn't our friendship deserve your trust?"

A surge of suppressed emotion welled up in Fan Tong's heart. He was anxious, but he didn't know how to explain it.

He clenched his fists, his expression hardening: "This isn't a matter of trust, it's about responsibility and commitment. You're my brother, and I don't want you to get hurt again."

The atmosphere became tense, and the surrounding sounds seemed to fade into the distance, leaving only the conversation between the two.

At this moment, the girl in white, Biluo, gently walked to Fan Tong's side, her clear eyes filled with admiration and love.

She gently took Fan Tong's arm and said softly, "I believe you will come back safely. I will wait for you in the tribe, no matter how long it takes."

Fan Tong felt her gentleness, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He turned to look at Biluo, gently patted her hand, and whispered, "Thank you, Biluo. Your words have given me more courage."

Seeing this, the purple-haired youth calmed down a little, but still carried a trace of resentment: "Then let me face it with you, at least let me be by your side."

Fan Tong took a deep breath, just as he was about to answer, when suddenly, the Blue-Patterned Priest's voice rang out from behind him, breaking the silence: "Young man, perhaps there is something that can help you."

Fan Tong and the purple-haired youth turned around at the same time, their gazes falling on the blue-patterned priest.

The priest wore a mysterious smile, and in his hand appeared a talisman that shimmered with a faint light.

The blue-striped priest's actions were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

His face, which always wore a mysterious smile, looked unusually serious at this moment.

He slowly handed the amulet to Fan Tong. The amulet was a deep blue color, with ancient runes carved on its surface, emitting a faint glow, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power.

“This amulet is a treasure passed down through generations of my clan,” the blue-striped priest’s voice echoed in the air like a deep chant. “It can protect you in the ruins and may even be of some help to you.”

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned, including the red-haired elder who had previously strongly opposed Fan Tong's trip.

They looked at the blue-striped priest with suspicion. Fan Tong took the amulet and felt a chill in his hand. He felt a faint energy flowing in his palm, and his resolve strengthened.

He nodded slightly to the blue-striped priest in gratitude.

Then, he turned around, said nothing more, and resolutely embarked on the road to the ancient ruins.

Sunlight filters through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground, where Fan Tong's figure moves among the light and shadow.

The forest was quiet, with only the rustling sound of his footsteps as he walked through the fallen leaves.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by a rustling sound.

Several small monsters with sharp teeth and claws jumped out of the grass, baring their teeth and letting out low growls as they pounced toward Fan Tong.

Fan Tong's eyes narrowed, and the spirit pearl in his hand instantly burst forth with a dazzling light. The powerful energy fluctuations were so tangible that they instantly sent those little monsters flying.

They let out mournful howls in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, their limbs twitching, unable to get up again.

Seeing Fan Tong's immense power, the surrounding animals let out low, awe-inspiring murmurs. They cautiously approached Fan Tong, gently nuzzling his clothes with their heads to express their respect.

Fan Tong felt the awe of the small animals around him, and a sense of exhilaration he had never experienced before welled up in his heart.

This is the respect that comes with strength, and it is also proof of his struggle for it.

He gently stroked the head of a fluffy little animal, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After passing through the dense jungle, a wide-open space appeared before us, and at the end of the space was a huge barrier, stretching out like a curtain of the sky.

Strange runes flickered on the barrier, each one seemingly alive, constantly flowing and changing.

A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the barrier, as if telling its ancient and mysterious history.

Fan Tong stopped in his tracks, feeling the oppressive aura emanating from the barrier. He gripped the spirit pearl in his hand tightly, his eyes becoming even more resolute.

He slowly walked to the barrier, reaching out to touch the ancient runes. A warm sensation spread through his fingertips, as if it were the whisper of some ancient power.

He carefully observed the shape of each rune, trying to find a way to break through.

Fan Tong looked at the runic barrier in front of him and began to study it carefully...