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Granny Ling placed her withered hand on Fan Tong's shoulder, her cloudy eyes gleaming with a strange light.

“Child,” her hoarse voice said, like a withered leaf swaying in the wind, “there’s no need to chase after them.”

Fan Tong stared at the direction where the man in black had disappeared, his thick brows furrowed.

Why did Hei Feng, a member of his tribe who was despised and driven out, become the leader of the mysterious men in black?

He was filled with doubt and unease, as if suffocating before a storm.

“But…” Fan Tong was about to speak when Granny Ling interrupted him.

“There is an ancient prophecy in the tribe…” Granny Ling’s voice was deep and mysterious, instantly attracting the attention of the surrounding tribespeople.

They gathered around, their curious gazes tinged with a hint of fear.

"A prophecy?" Fan Tong's heart skipped a beat.

He vaguely remembered that the tribe did have some ancient legends, but no one had ever mentioned prophecy.

Granny Ling walked shakily toward her thatched hut, with the crowd following closely behind.

The room was dimly lit and filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Granny Ling took out a yellowed scroll from the corner and carefully unrolled it.

On the scroll, the ancient characters, like a sleeping dragon, exude an aura of vicissitudes.

Granny Ling pointed to the scroll and slowly read: "When darkness descends upon the earth, and calamity devours living beings, only by finding the sacred object can the crisis be averted..."

The content of the prophecy made everyone present gasp in shock.

The words "great disaster" and "mysterious relic" struck their hearts like heavy hammers.

"What is a sacred object?" Fan Tong's voice trembled slightly.

Granny Ling shook her head, her voice murky. "What exactly the sacred artifact is, no one knows. The prophecy only mentions that it is hidden in the 'Lost Land,' but there is no record of where the 'Lost Land' is..."

The group looked at each other, their faces showing worry.

Searching for sacred objects is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Are they really going to stand by and watch the prophesied disaster come to pass?

“Wait a minute,” Fan Tong suddenly noticed an inconspicuous symbol on the scroll, a symbol he had seen before…

“This symbol…” Fan Tong pointed to the scroll, his tone urgent, “I’ve seen it before!”

Cangfeng and his men in black, like ghosts in the night, appeared and disappeared unpredictably, harassing the tribe and neighboring clans.

The raging fire devoured the nearly ripe crops in the fields, thick smoke billowed, blotting out the sun, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The house was reduced to ashes, the crackling sound of the burning like the savage laughter of a demon, piercing everyone's eardrums.

The villagers fled in all directions, their terrified screams echoing everywhere. The once peaceful village had now become a living hell.

The rock tiger's neighboring tribes also perished.

The men in black launched a surprise attack under the cover of night, robbing them of their stored food and supplies.

Rock Tiger was furious. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"Cangfeng! I will tear you to pieces!"

The tribespeople were exhausted and filled with anxiety.

Some people began to complain and curse the injustice of fate; others fell into deep panic, not knowing what would happen tomorrow, or whether they would even see the sun rise again.

The children cried loudly in fright, clinging tightly to their mother for a sense of security.

Fan Tong stood on high ground, looking at the chaotic scene before him, his heart aching.

He clenched his teeth, his fists were tightly clenched, and his nails dug deep into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all.

He felt utterly powerless, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, watching helplessly as his home was destroyed.

Suppressed emotions surged like a tide, almost overwhelming him.

He closed his eyes in anguish, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his frantic heartbeat.

Just then, a warm hand gently grasped his hand.

He opened his eyes and saw the girl in white standing beside him. Her eyes were gentle yet firm, like stars twinkling in the night sky, bringing him a sense of comfort.

The girl in white organizes the women and children in the tribe, comforting them and taking care of their lives.

Her gentle voice soothed everyone's heart like a spring breeze, and her strength and optimism inspired everyone around her.

The children gradually stopped crying, and the women began to encourage each other. Led by the girl in white, they worked hard to maintain order in the tribe.

Fan Tong watched the busy figure of the girl in white, his heart filled with love and respect.

He held her hand tightly, their eyes met, and without words, they could feel each other's emotions.

Suddenly, Fan Tong's gaze fell on an ancient stone tablet in the distance.

There were some strange symbols carved on the stone tablet, and he vaguely felt that those symbols seemed somewhat similar to those on the scroll...

He whirled around, his gaze fixed intently on the girl in white. "I...I think I know..."

Fan Tong's gaze was fixed on the symbols on the ancient stone tablet, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

He rushed back to Granny Ling's hut, rummaged through the tribe's ancient books, and finally found the same symbol on a long-forgotten parchment scroll.

The parchment scroll was tattered and worn, but the faintly visible writing described a mysterious valley where a part of a sacred relic seemed to be hidden.

Fan Tong gathered the bravest warriors in the tribe, packed up the necessary supplies, and embarked on a journey to the valley.

The valley is hidden among towering mountains, and the roads are rugged and difficult to travel.

They climbed steep rock faces and traversed dense jungles, with the howling mountain winds and the low growls of wild beasts echoing in their ears.

Sweat soaked their clothes, and thorns tore their skin, but they did not flinch. They had only one belief in their hearts: to find the sacred object and save the tribe!

After several days of arduous trekking, they finally reached the valley.

A mysterious atmosphere permeated the valley. Ancient trees blocked out the sun, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth, mixed with the fragrance of unknown flowers.

Deep in the valley, they discovered an ancient altar.

The altar was covered with mysterious runes, emitting a faint glow.

Fan Tong carefully placed his hand on the altar, and a strange energy surged into his body. He felt dizzy, as if he were in another world.

When he opened his eyes again, a glittering object appeared in the center of the altar; it was part of the sacred relic—a piece of crystal-clear jade.

Just as Fan Tong was overjoyed, a chilling laugh shattered the tranquility of the valley.

"Fan Tong, you really are here!" Cang Feng emerged from the shadows with his men in black, surrounding Fan Tong and the others.

A fierce battle broke out instantly.

The man in black moved through the woods like a ghost, his sharp blade slicing through the air with a piercing whistling sound.

Fan Tong and his companions fought bravely, their swords clashing and sparks flying.

Just as the battle reached its climax, the sacred object suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which enveloped the entire valley.

The man in black was stunned by the light and covered his eyes in pain.

Cangfeng stared wide-eyed in horror. Realizing the situation was dire, he immediately ordered a retreat.

The men in black retreated like the tide, disappearing into the depths of the valley.

Fan Tong held the sacred object in his hand, feeling the warm energy it emitted.

He knew this was just the beginning; many more challenges awaited him...

He gripped the jade tightly, gazing in the direction where the wind had vanished, his eyes resolute and profound.

"Azure Wind..."