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Chapter 320 The Artifact of the World, the Altar of Wangchuan!
"This is the Altar of Wangchuan?"

Feng Changqing's eyes showed surprise.

The altar in front of him looked extremely old, and exuded a vast and grand atmosphere.

even!

On top of it, Feng Changqing also felt an inexplicable sacredness, vaguely, he seemed to hear many creatures praying and worshiping.

but.

Just when he was about to concentrate and listen carefully, the voices of the prayers of all living beings disappeared strangely.

It seems that there has never been a general...

See this scene!

The look of surprise in Feng Changqing's eyes became more intense.

same!
Looking at the Wangchuan altar in front of him, Feng Jitian also showed an extremely complicated expression in his eyes.

"This thing is the Wangchuan Altar I mentioned earlier."

"You can regard it as the most inherited treasure of the Tianfeng tribe, or as an artifact of the God of Wangchuanhe."

Inherited treasure?

Artifact?

Feng Changqing didn't know why, but he was full of curiosity.

"The Altar of the Forgotten River has a mysterious origin and has been passed down for endless years. It seems that it has existed since the birth of the River of Forgotten River."

"Owning it, you are equivalent to becoming the river god of the river of forgetfulness!"

"In the ancient years before this, my Tianfeng tribe has always believed in the God of Wangchuan River, so this Wangchuan altar is connected with the luck of the Tianfeng tribe."

"It bears the fate of the Tianfeng tribe!"

"As long as you can get the approval of the Wangchuan Altar, you can perceive everything in the Tianfeng tribe like a god."

"In addition, it can also bring you great power!"

"But at the same time, you also have to take on the responsibility of being the envoy of the River of Forgotten River, that is, to inspect the entire river of the River of Forgotten River and protect the people of the Tianfeng Tribe."

"Only when the tribe is strong, you will become stronger and you will live longer."

"The Messenger of Wangchuan and the Tianfeng Tribe complement each other, and their destiny is connected..."

Feng Jitian slowly introduced.

Hearing this, Feng Changqing nodded with some understanding.

"There have been a lot of messengers from Wangchuan before, haven't they been recognized by the altar of Wangchuan?"

"Yes!"

"This requires chance, and it also depends on the fate of each person. Since you are lucky enough to be here, it is fate."

"You should try it too, and see if you can be recognized by the Altar of Wangchuan and become a real messenger of Wangchuan."

"You should be the last person to come here. If you can't do it, once I disappear from this world, then I'm afraid there will be no real messenger of Wangchuan in the future."

"Naturally, no one will guard the Tianfeng tribe..."

Feng Jitian sighed.

talking room.

He looked at Feng Changqing with a hint of anticipation.

Hear it!

Feng Changqing also felt more pressure.

He naturally didn't want to see the Tianfeng tribe wither and decline...

"Then what should I do?"

"It's easy!"

"As long as you drip your own blood on the altar, if the altar responds, it will be regarded as its approval."

"At that time, you can inherit my mantle and become the real messenger of Wangchuan."

"If the altar does not respond, it means that you have no destiny with the messenger of Wangchuan..."

Feng Jitian said lightly.

"it is good!"

"I'll try~"

Taking a deep breath, Feng Changqing followed Feng Jitian's instructions, and slowly came to the altar of Wangchuan, and dripped a drop of blood on it.

uh~
With the blood dripping down, the Wangchuan Altar remained silent, without any response.

See this scene!

Both Feng Changqing and Feng Jitian showed disappointed expressions.

"It seems that I don't have that fate..."

Feng Changqing smiled bitterly.

To this!

Although Feng Jitian sighed secretly, the expression on his face did not change much.

For tens of thousands of years, he has witnessed too many disappointments.

Not bad for Feng Changqing!
"fine."

"Perhaps, this is due to destiny. From now on, the messenger of Wangchuan will be completely reduced to history and submerged in the long river of time."

"Throughout the ages, I don't know how many people have failed, and it's not like you..."

Feng Jitian wanted to comfort her.

hum!
However, just as his words were about to fall, suddenly, strands of golden brilliance bloomed suddenly on the originally silent altar of Wangchuan.

Next up!

A beam of bright divine light rushed out from the altar, directly submerged into Feng Changqing's eyebrows, and turned into a mysterious mark.

imprinted on his soul...

"This... what's going on?"

Seeing this sudden scene, Feng Changqing couldn't help but froze in place.

Not only him!

Even Feng Jitian was slightly taken aback!
But then, a surprised and relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Congratulations, you have been recognized by the Wangchuan Altar!"

"From now on, you are the fourth-generation envoy of the River of Forgotten River, and you will take on the great responsibility of patrolling the River of Forgotten River and protecting the Tianfeng Tribe."

"By God's favor, the envoy of Wangchuan finally has a successor..."

Feng Jitian's phantom trembled violently.

In the eyes!
Filled with infinite joy!

On his last dying day, he finally found a guardian for the Tianfeng tribe, which was considered to have fulfilled his last mission in this life.

at the same time!

Following a huge roar sounded in his mind, a lot of information poured into Feng Changqing's mind like a torrent.

Among them, there are some that Feng Jitian narrated, and some that he did not narrate...

It made Feng Changqing an eye-opener!
Besides.

When he was approved by the Wangchuan Altar, he had a magical ability. As long as he thought about it, all the things and scenes about the Tianfeng tribe would appear in his mind instantly.

even!

Even the entire river of Wangchuan can be seen clearly!
"It's amazing~"

Feeling the perspective that seemed to come from God, Feng Changqing was greatly shocked.

It was the first time for him to feel such a magical and heaven-defying ability...

The Wangchuan Altar is indeed a divine weapon!

"How is it? Is there a magical feeling like a god looking down on the world? All the scenes of the Tianfeng tribe and the river of Wangchuan are all in front of you?"

Feng Jitian smiled.

Hear it!

Feng Changqing took a deep breath and nodded.

"This Wangchuan Altar is amazing!"

"That feeling... is like controlling all living beings, looking down on the mortal gods in the world, transcending all things."

Feng Changqing's eyes revealed obsession.

This kind of power is something he has never experienced before!
"This is just one of the abilities of the Wangchuan Altar."

"As I said, controlling it will bring you great power. It is connected with the luck of the Tianfeng Tribe."

"Now, when you become a true messenger of Wangchuan, you will receive feedback from the Tianfeng tribe..."

"What do you mean? How to give feedback?"

Feng Changqing's eyes showed curiosity.

"It means that after you become the real Messenger of Wangchuan, everyone in the Tianfeng Tribe will take a part of their cultivation and strength and pour them into you."

"Gathering the power of all beings in the tribe, you will reach the sky in one step and gain powerful power..."

what?
Everyone takes a part of their cultivation and blesses me?

Hear this!

Feng Changqing was amazed!
"This...I..."

boom!
boom!
boom!
……

He was just about to say something.

however.

At this moment, waves of majestic and pure spiritual power suddenly appeared out of thin air, flowing through the whole body like a great river.

Next up!

Feng Changqing was shocked to find that under the impetus of that majestic spiritual power, his cultivation base was crazily improving at a terrifying speed.

(End of this chapter)