113: Chapter 113 The Undead

【Your bodies and names shall both perish, while the river flows on for eternity.】

The scene hesitated for only a moment; that brief span of time seemed to freeze, and the air became incomparably heavy.

"Ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh oh, ooh oh!"

"Ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh oh!"

The sounds of excitement were like waves, rising one after another.

The sound grew louder and more fanatical, as if it were about to swallow the entire world within this surging tide.

Madness flickered in people's eyes, and their faces became distorted with extreme excitement.

Even those who had originally harbored reservations were now infected by this fanatical atmosphere, completely abandoning the last shred of hesitation in their hearts.

Qin Xiaogan watched all of this with satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Do not disappoint me..."

The task of collecting souls to enhance his strength had been completed; for now, the problem within the River of Time was something he needed to resolve properly himself.

A faint, eerie light flashed across Qin Xiaogan's eyes.

Time, let me see how much more you are capable of.

Immediately after, he transformed into a streak of white light and vanished from the spot instantly, leaving behind only gazes of astonishment and awe.

Shortly after Qin Xiaogan disappeared, the humans in the tribe began to whisper, their voices soft and chaotic, like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies.

"What kind of existence is He, to be able to..."

Their words were filled with doubt and awe, and everyone's eyes revealed fear and curiosity towards the unknown.

"Shut up!"

The tribe's chieftain barked a stern rebuke, his voice like a thunderclap that instantly silenced the surroundings.

The chieftain's originally aged body had been transformed by Qin Xiaogan into a strong physique radiating dark power.

His originally slack muscles had now become tight and powerful, with dark energy seemingly surging beneath his skin, and his eyes flashed with an eerie light.

A young tribesman asked cautiously, "Chieftain, what should we do now?"

The chieftain was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Respectfully obey the divine decree."

"But before that, our Life Tribe must change its name." The chieftain's voice was heavy and firm, echoing in the air.

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in surprise.

The gasps rose and fell, like waves of a surging sea crashing against everyone's hearts.

The chieftain waited until the clamor died down before speaking slowly.

"From now on, we shall be called the Death Clan..."

His eyes revealed a sense of determination, as if this name carried the future mission and destiny of their tribe.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

"Chieftain, why must we take such an inauspicious name?" a warrior couldn't help but ask.

The chieftain took a deep breath and explained, "The power our Lord bestowed upon us originates from darkness."

"We are no longer a tribe pursuing life and light, but a clan seeking survival and strength in the darkness."

"Where the Death Clan goes, souls shall ascend."

Everyone fell into deep thought, and a moment later, someone repeated loudly.

"Where the Death Clan goes, souls shall ascend."

"Where the Death Clan goes, souls shall ascend."

The calls grew more numerous, gradually coalescing into a powerful conviction.

Far away, ten thousand miles away, a dilapidated temple with broken walls stood in the desolation.

A haggard-looking woman, holding an infant still in swaddling clothes, stumbled as she desperately tried to evade the pursuers hot on her heels.

The woman looked at the pursuers drawing ever closer behind her, her heart filled with immense sorrow.

That sorrow was like an endless darkness, almost swallowing her whole.

Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, but for the sake of her child, she held back her tears.

She looked at the child in her arms with love; her gaze was as gentle as water, as if she wanted to pour all her love into this brief glance.

Then, hardening her heart, she gently placed the child into an extremely hidden corner of the temple.

She carefully covered the child with tattered clothing and left a gentle kiss on the child's forehead.

She then turned resolutely and ran into the distance to lure the pursuers away.

Her figure appeared so small yet so firm on the desolate land.

The pursuers were lured away by the woman and did not discover the child's hiding place for the time being.

I do not know how much time passed, but the child began to whimper and cry in the corner.