Spell Of Deification

Chapter Three: The Fire Shaman

The mediocre old man frowned, a hint of displeasure on his face. He said indifferently, "Is it enough that he's obtained three Soul Crystals?"

The thin elder, with a cold and stern expression, seemed utterly unafraid of Elder Yun Shou. He was about to speak when the fat elder beside him intervened, saying, "Alright, alright. This little fellow's ability to obtain Soul Crystals is not only highly beneficial to his divine spellcasting,

but his cultivation method must also be compatible with the Divine Spell.

Anyway, opportunities are for each individual; it's not like it's yours to be taken. Thin man, don't say anything more."

The thin elder snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and remained silent. Yun Shou smiled slightly at the fat elder, who nodded and smiled in response.

Yun Shou then beckoned to Black Wolf. Black Wolf walked over, knelt down a little behind and to the side of Elder Yun Shou, and then took out a jet-black dagger from his robes, placing it on the ground.

Three inches from the blade of the dagger, a small, translucent, bright red crystal, resembling amber or agate, was firmly attached to it.

Yun Shou glanced at the small red crystal, then looked at Black Wolf, his eyes gentle, and nodded to him.

Black Wolf lowered his head and remained silent, kneeling quietly behind him, waiting patiently.

But when his gaze swept across the ground before him, he suddenly noticed a small, vibrant red mimosa flower blooming brilliantly in a small clump of wild grass not far away.

He glanced at the flower, then looked away.

...This dark night seemed exceptionally long; even time seemed to slow its pace. The boundless darkness enveloped the valley. After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, the four people around the fire simultaneously looked up.

From some unknown place in the deep darkness of the distance, a chilling drumbeat suddenly echoed.

The campfire before them, its flames suddenly trembling violently, raging and scattering countless sparks!

If flames had life, this fire seemed to roar and howl in fury, yet also tremble and sway in fear and terror… A heavy footstep suddenly echoed through the valley, the next sound appearing much farther away,

and in a few strides, it had traversed the vast distance, arriving near the fire.

The drumbeats never ceased, and seemed to grow increasingly urgent, making one's heart race.

A moment later, a tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

The fire dimmed for a moment, all the flames suddenly bowing low, as if in reverence for the newcomer. Then, the figure seemed to casually wave his hand, and suddenly the fire blazed brightly again, shooting straight into the sky, instantly growing several times larger,

illuminating an area of ​​over ten feet around it.

The black wolf looked up, his gaze falling on the slowly approaching figure.

The newcomer was an extremely aged man, but he wasn't the typical human cultivator found in the Central Plains. He appeared to be at least half again as tall as an average person, and even then, he seemed hunched over, looking weary.

The old man gripped a large, heavy wooden staff, carved with bright red flame patterns.

Two sharp fangs protruded from his sides, their white color now dull and gray, perhaps due to the ravages of time.

His face was tattooed with countless dark blue-green totem patterns, mostly related to fire, making him look exceptionally terrifying.

Black Wolf's pupils narrowed slightly, a single word flashing through his mind: Barbarian!

※※※The barbarians are a strange race living in the southern borderlands of the Central Plains, separated from humanity by the vast "Land of Mystery." In the long past, while there was no deep-seated hatred between human cultivators and the barbarians,

they were never truly at peace.

Like this seemingly very old barbarian, as he passed the wooden plaque, his gaze swept over the giant tree pattern on it, and a clear, unmistakable contempt flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, behind this elderly barbarian, seven more exceptionally tall and imposing figures appeared. Without exception, they were all robust barbarian warriors, each like a small mountain, their bulging forms seemingly containing boundless power.

Even in a mere fight, ordinary demons would likely be no match for them.

These seven incredibly powerful barbarian warriors showed unusual respect for the elderly barbarian ahead. After the old man casually waved his hand, they stopped in the darkness and did not approach further.

Black Wolf's gaze fell again on the old barbarian, thinking, "Legend has it that barbarian tribes have a shaman, a supreme leader. Perhaps this old man is one?"

Just then, the three elders who had remained expressionless also fixed their gazes on the old barbarian's face.

After a moment, Yun Shou nodded to him and said, "I've long heard of the 'Fire Shaman's' reputation. Seeing you today, I can see you indeed possess unparalleled power, especially your keen sensitivity to fire elemental energy. I admire you, I truly admire you."

The old barbarian chuckled softly, his voice unusually deep and hoarse, like the sound of a broken bellows, sending chills down one's spine. He said, "In the eyes of you human cultivators, we are all uncivilized savages. What admiration do you have for us?"

Yun Shou smiled faintly and said, "As the Three Realms Divine Sect, we have always regarded all beings in the Three Realms as equal. We have no time for such trivial distinctions."

The old barbarian chuckled again but remained silent.

Yun Shou asked again, "Did you bring the item?"

The old barbarian rummaged in his large hand for a moment, then produced a chain adorned with many bone ornaments. In the center of the largest bone, a small object had been carved out, containing a tiny, strangely shimmering object.

It was pointed at both ends and bulging in the middle, its surface resembling wood grain with a bluish-green hue, like a seed from some unknown tree. From a distance, it didn't seem particularly remarkable, but an aura of vitality seemed to constantly emanate from this "seed."

Upon seeing this object, the three elders from the Three Realms Divine Sect were all startled and stood up. Their eyes were fixed on the bone, especially the "seed," staring intently.

After a long while, the three withdrew their gazes, exchanged glances, and nodded slightly, seemingly confirming it was indeed the object.

The fat elder seemed the most excited, his fist clenched and his face eager, saying, "Since everything is ready, let's begin quickly!"