Han Muye's words sent a shudder through Zhu Rong, who widened his eyes.
A new totem?
Didn't the Blazing Prairie Tribe lack a totem?
Didn't the Blazing Prairie Tribe renounce following the old paths?
"You become the chief, the symbol of the clan, representing the power of the clan. In this way, your power can be lent to everyone, lent to those clan members who inscribe divine patterns."
"Similarly, when you need it, the entire clan can also lend all their power to you, and then," Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong, his face solemn, "then, you can easily slay high-tier divine beasts."
"If the clan is stronger, with more members, maybe one day you can even fight against an Overlord."
Overlords.
In today's Primordial Wilderness, there was no mention of Overlords' existence.
High-tier divine beasts were the strongest known.
Excitement flashed across Zhu Rong's face, then he took a deep breath and nodded.
He knew, Senior Brother Han would not deceive him.
A hundred days later.
