Chapter 1627 – Back
As the light pushed away the darkness, Rourou was lying on the soft bed made from the tree branches, and her eyelashes fluttered slowly before she opened her eyes.
When she opened them, the first thing she saw was the sun emitting heat above her. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked helpless, “Little Qin Yu, you actually took this step.”
Woosh –
She stepped out and her figure disappeared. When she reappeared, she reached forward and managed to catch Qin Yu, who was falling on his back.
To save one, one must die. This was the sentence of fate and no one could change it.
Since Rourou was awake, Qin Yu would naturally die.
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West Barbarian Land. At the peak of Traverse Mountain. A black-tiled temple stood there, looking solemn amidst the falling snow.
Inside the temple, the floor was clean. Great Shaman Mengshan sat cross-legged and he suddenly felt something.
His eyes shot open as sorrow filled his face and despair filled his eyes.
Six years ago, when His Majesty’s aura suddenly disappeared, Great Shaman Mengshan was able to sense that His Majesty’s life force was not gone.
He could sense that it was in some strange place and in an unknown circ.u.mstance.
But at this moment, he could clearly sense the grief from the Barbarian Clan’s bloodline.
His Majesty, the Barbarian King…was gone!
Great Shaman Mengshan took a deep breath as he slowly move to a kneel, he growled, “Rest well Your Majesty. May your body and soul return to this vast land!”
At the peak of Traverse Mountain, a strong gust of wind could suddenly be felt and the falling snow turned red. In a blink of an eye, the entire mountain peak was covered.
The white snow was now blood red, symbolizing sadness and desolation.
On this day, in all the Barbarian Clan territories outside the Great Desolate, all Barbarian Clan totems showed their true bodies and kneeled down to mourn. They expressed their immense sorrow in losing His Majesty, the Barbarian King.
The entire world was shaken!
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The totem of the Flowing Fire Tribe was only as big as a fist. It was born from the spirit of the underground fire veins. Now, a pained crying sound could be heard from within the flame.
“My king has pa.s.sed on!”
“The Barbarian Clan’s fate has been cut off. There is no more hope!”
“Gone, we are utterly finished. Everyone has to die, no one can live!”
The Tribe Leader of the Flowing Fire Clan, along with two elders, Big Cat and Small Cat, fell to the ground in a kneel. Their faces were pale as they felt utter despair.
It was not that they were really this sad. It was because they could sense endless despair in their bloodlines.
It came from their hearts and they could not control it!
Their eyes were widened as fear filled their hearts. What was going on?
Last year, their clan had received a precious stone and they were about to regain power. How did things change to become like this in such a short period?
Barbarian King? Since when did our Barbarian Clan have a new king? And how could he die so suddenly without warning?!
A few young barbarians rushed over in a frenzy, “Old Uncle, uncles! The clan is saying that our new king has fallen and the Barbarian Clan is screwed!”
Their faces were filled with fear and panic.
They then realized that the elder barbarian across them was trembling immensely as if he was a sieve, and he had a strange look on his face. His face changed from red to purple and his eyes were so wide open that they looked like they were about to explode.
“Old Uncle, are you alright?” A young barbarian looked as if he was about to cry as he slowly reached out his hand. He was afraid that the old uncle could not take the shock and would just pa.s.s on.
