453: Zhurong Totem

"That's indeed quite impressive."

Chen Heng nodded perfunctorily. As long as he wasn't going to die, it was fine.

"Big Brother Chen, when are we going to find Luo Shuo and the others and bring them back?"

Seeing that Chen Heng wasn't very interested in the Physical Body's spiritual power transformation, Bai Jun didn't continue, instead changing the subject.

"Huh?"

Chen Heng was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh hard.

"I completely forgot about that!"

"?" Bai Jun also looked at Chen Heng, confused. What did he mean, forgot?

"Never mind, with their methods, surviving in this place shouldn't be a problem."

Chen Heng waved his hand. He planned to first deal with the surrounding small tribes.

Although the abilities of these Primal Species hadn't fully manifested yet, as their numbers increased, that incredible power would become more and more apparent.

"Anyway, I plan to gather the surrounding tribes together first."

Chen Heng told Bai Jun his idea.

"I'll do it, Big Brother Chen. You go find Luo Shuo and the others."

"Especially Wu Man. Although he's a local, his strength is the weakest among us."

Bai Jun was still worried about his friends.

Although Wu Man's burst power was strong, it was only for that one moment.

If that one attack failed to eliminate the enemy, then he would be in trouble.

"You?" Chen Heng sized up Bai Jun.

The meaning was very clear: he didn't quite trust him.

"You can't even withstand Bu Dan's bone flute, let alone other tribes."

Chen Heng patted Bai Jun's shoulder.

He knew Bai Jun wanted to help him, but unfortunately, he was too weak, unable to even deal with the Little Girl Bu Dan's bone flute.

Not to mention the strange totem powers of other tribes.

"Big Brother Chen, don't worry, I've figured out how to deal with totem power."

Bai Jun completed his Physical Body's spiritual power transformation in the blink of an eye.

"As long as I transform into spiritual power and dissipate into the air, that totem power will be ineffective against me."

"..." Chen Heng didn't know what to say about Bai Jun.

"Yes, in your current state, they can't hit you, but you can't hit them either."

After transforming back into human form, Bai Jun fell silent.

Right, he hadn't yet mastered attack methods after spiritual power transformation.

He couldn't even hold the heart-questioning sword, let alone fight.

"Never mind, I'll think of something." Chen Heng shook his head, gnawing on the ox head in his hand while pondering a solution... Previously, when he was in the Blood Spear Tribe, he had seen the Blood Spear Witch God's totem.

Chen Heng possessed the Power of the Ancestral Witch, an existence several dimensions stronger than that Blood Spear Witch God. Could he create his own totem?

Once this thought appeared, it could no longer be erased.

After devouring the roasted Eight-Legged Ox like a whirlwind, Chen Heng decided to give it a try.

But just then, a commotion came from outside.

"What's going on?"

Chen Heng and Bai Jun stood by the window, looking out.

They saw people from the Blood Spear Tribe carrying a huge Eight-Legged Ox, trying to enter the Bone Flute Tribe, but they were blocked by Bu Dan and dozens of burly men.

"Bu Dan, I come to offer sacrifices to the Great Witch God, do not stop me!"

The Blood Spear Tribe Leader didn't dare to say a harsh word. After all, the Bone Flute Tribe was no longer a small tribe without protection, but a powerful tribe protected by a mighty Witch God.

"The Great Witch God has not mentioned you!"

Bu Dan held her bone flute, ready to erupt into conflict at any moment.

"Without the Great Witch God's instruction, I will not allow you to enter my tribe!"

Seeing the atmosphere between the two sides becoming increasingly tense, Chen Heng had no choice but to walk over personally.

When Bu Dan and the Blood Spear Tribe Leader both saw the figure burning with flames, they both knelt down.

"Great Witch God, we offer you sacrifices."

The Blood Spear Tribe Leader bowed his head, not daring to look up at Chen Heng at all.

"This is the largest Eight-Legged Ox we encountered in the Forest of Death. We hope you will be satisfied."

Bu Dan remained silent, quietly awaiting Chen Heng's reply.

"Very good." Chen Heng nodded in satisfaction. This Eight-Legged Ox was quite fat; it would definitely be good roasted.

It might also work for a hotpot, but without bleeding it, it might be a bit gamey.

Never mind, let's just roast it.

"From today onwards, I shall protect you all, and bone flute and Blood Spear shall become eternal friends."

"Yes!" The Blood Spear Tribe Leader trembled with excitement.

When the Blood Spear Witch God was crushed by Chen Heng, the Blood Spear Tribe Leader felt the sky had fallen.

Once they lost the Witch God's protection, not only would the Black Witch God come to slaughter them, but other tribes would also try to annex them.

But now, with the protection of a Witch God even more powerful than the Blood Spear Witch God, their Blood Spear Tribe would only grow stronger.

Bu Dan glanced at the Blood Spear Tribe Leader but didn't say much.

The will of Lord Witch God was absolute, and Bu Dan had no intention of opposing it.

"Alright, leave the offerings and you may return."

Chen Heng waved his hand, planning to roast another Eight-Legged Ox to fill the gap.

"Great Witch God, may we humble beings know your name?"

The Blood Spear Tribe Leader bravely asked.

"Name?" Only then did Bu Dan realize that Chen Heng had never told them his name.

"You may call me..."

Chen Heng thought for a moment, not intending to tell them his own name.

"Ancestral Shaman."

"We understand, Great Ancestral Shaman!"

Bu Dan and the Blood Spear Tribe Leader replied in unison.

Chen Heng calling himself Ancestral Shaman was actually not a problem. He possessed the Power of the Ancestral Witch, and it was only a matter of time before he gathered all the Power of the Ancestral Witch.

The Blood Spear Tribe Leader happily led his tribesmen back, and Bu Dan also returned to her tribe after bowing... Back in his three-story small building, Chen Heng began to ponder how to carve his own totem.

Carving a totem was actually not difficult; one only needed to inject their Power of the Ancestral Witch into the corresponding medium.

He now possessed seven types of Power of the Ancestral Witch. Which one would be best to use?

Chen Heng rubbed his chin, deciding to carve a zhurong totem.

The best medium for carving a zhurong totem was fire, especially the flames of Zhurong Power.

Thinking of this, Chen Heng began to create it... A night passed quickly, but there was no such thing as sunlight in the Yin Side world.

Twisting his neck, Chen Heng looked at the zhurong totem in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.