The eighth floor.

This is not the boundary of the Mist Tower.

But unlike the other floors, the eighth floor does not have winding corridors, nor countless rooms and secret realms. It is completely dark here.

Only in the center stood a rusty, decaying door.

"Is this the destination?"

After the previous brief conversation, Li Sidao remained silent. He looked at Su Huai's back and followed him all the way.

At this time, I heard the other party speak again, and then I focused my attention back on the mission of this trip.

"Well, let's go in together."

She took the initiative and pushed open the door.

A strong smell of earth and stone hit my face.

"This doesn't seem like a secret realm?"

Hundreds of thousands of crooked and short tombstones are displayed on the empty solid land. There are no flowers and no corresponding tombs. There is only desolation and silence.

Su Huai walked to a tombstone and squatted down, wiping off the dust covering the inscription with his fingertips.

"Blair Ford, son of the chief of the Tareas tribe, 4,312 years old, ninth-level wind attribute great mage, good at storm spells."

Li Sideo frowned slightly: "Can you still understand the characters of the Sand Parrot tribe? And, what is the Great Magister?"

"All the Shamo tribe are born with elemental mages. The Great Magister is the name of the Shamo tribe's practice system, which is similar to the realm of the venerable we call them."

"As for why I know this..."

"There is a library on the second floor of the Tower of Mist. Most of the books left over from the Desert Kingdom are stored there. If you have time, you can go and take a look."

Li Sidao nodded and said nothing.

Su Huai stood up and looked at this vast space.

"The tombstones here are probably the same as the stone statues displayed in the hall on the first floor. They are all made by the spirit of the weapon."

"But... where are the fragments of the law it talks about?"

"Is it possible that we are required to dig the grave ourselves?"

"But even if we are asked to dig, at least there must be a real tomb, right? Although there are hundreds of thousands of stone tablets here, they are only symbolic and there are no real bones."

Li Sidao suggested: "Try walking toward the middle."

"That's the only way it can be."

The two of them crossed the low stone monuments and arrived at the center of the group of tombstones about half a quarter of an hour later.

There is a throne piled here. There is no one on the throne, but there is a feather quietly placed under the throne.

[Feather of the Young God]: The feathers that the Desert God shed when he was young, embody his childhood vision and thoughts. If it really has any use... maybe it can be used to create a high-grade handle that is pretty good.

A fifth-grade spiritual weapon?

A hair, nothing else.

But, why are the feathers of the Sand God not placed on the seat, but in front of the throne?

In the documents left behind by the Desert Kingdom, that position represents "believers" or "surrenders".

If the sand god's feathers symbolize himself, then who is the thing on the throne?

wrong!

Su Huai suddenly curled his lips. He found that he was a little too nervous, even reaching the level of neurosis.

The Eye of Insight defines feathers as "feathers of young gods", which shows that even if they are true believers, this believer is still the Sand God when he was a child, and judging from the grade of Fei Yu, he did not even have the imperial realm at that time...

A bad guy.

When you are young, it is normal to worship other strong people.

Maybe the person on the throne at that time was just a realm lord.

Su Huai breathed out a breath, but Li Sidao stared at the feather for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand and touched it gently.

However, before she actually touched the feather, an evil wind suddenly blew in the tombs.

Su Huai's body tensed up instantly.

Li Sidao also immediately retracted his hand and held the hilt of the Imperial Sword, guarding it carefully.

The wind took away the smell of decay.

One after another, illusory shadows suddenly floated out of those stone tablets. They all had wings on their backs and slightly elongated heads. They were chanting poems with their eyes closed.

It's like performing some kind of sacrificial activity.

On the empty throne, a silvery white light fell down and blended into the earth.

This space was rapidly expanded, small buildings rose from the ground, and everything revived, including flowers, weeds, birds, and even countless living residents of the Sand Parrot tribe!

Su Huai and Li Sidao stood in the old manor, looking at the servants walking around in front of them, their faces confused.

They looked at each other and saw each other's new image, with wings on their backs and long and narrow heads...

"What are you two doing in a daze? Mr. Blair is about to go to the temple to pray. As his attendants, why don't you go change clothes?"

"Forget it, I'll take you to change it myself."

A woman from the Sand Miao tribe with a golden scarf on her head walked up to Su Huai and the two of them, took their hands without any explanation, and pulled them deeper into the manor.

Half an hour later, Su Huai and Li Sidao were sent to two small rooms respectively, and changed into a dress as complicated as mechanical accessories.

Then he was sent to a team.

Su Huai's head was wrapped in a thick silver-white turban and she was silent along the way.

However, he still deduced some useful information from the exchanges between the surrounding sand parrots.

First of all, his current status is that of a male attendant in the chief's house, and his status is roughly equivalent to that of a slave who was sent to the chief's house for training since childhood.

The current era, or rather this place, is not the kingdom of God ruled by Gremory, the God of the Desert.

This is the birthplace of the Shamo tribe, a fertile land in the northwest of the divine domain, with abundant products and lush vegetation.

Temporarily call it "fertile soil".

The Sand Parrot tribe is still just a small and medium-sized tribe in the fertile soil. It belongs to the tribe that has just emerged. The strongest member of the tribe is only a small force at the peak of the Imperial realm.

Not even qualified to build a city in God's Domain.

Mr. Blair, whom the woman just mentioned, is the owner of the tombstone that Su Huai read in the cemetery.

Blair Ford, the son of the current chief of the Shamo tribe, has just reached the full moon today and will soon be taken by the chief to the temple of the god worshiped by the Shamo tribe.

Praying at the temple is the grandest activity of the Shamoo tribe. Its nature is a bit like the entrance examination in Su Huai's native world. Anyone who is over 100 years old is considered an adult Shamoo tribe member.

You can obtain God's blessings and receive rewards from the gods through prayers in the temple.

At the same time, newborns can also test their talents in the baptism and get some of the benefits of the afterglow body wash.

Su Huai glanced at Li Sidao on the other side of the team.

This woman's expression was neither sad nor happy, and there was a hint of thinking in her eyes. It was obvious that she had understood her current situation through some means.

Su Huai breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, the most fearful thing at this time is the startled pig teammates, or the idiots who don't know how to use their brains until they die, and just look around with curiosity on their faces.

"Let's set off!"

A burly middle-aged man from the Sand Parrot tribe appeared at the front of the team, leading the way.

The woman who just took Su Huai and the two of them to change clothes was holding a baby, following closely behind.

The team set off and left the Duke's Palace.

The territory of the Sand Parrot tribe is not large, which is in line with their current strength. It is like a large village with a population of only a few hundred thousand.

After walking step by step for a long time, the team left the densely populated area and arrived in the suburbs.

The style of the temple is similar to that of Western European churches in the Middle Ages on Earth. At this time, it was already surrounded by the Sand Parrot tribe.

In broad daylight, countless heads wrapped in turbans were dangling around. The men were wrapped in silver and the women were in gold. The boundaries between men were clearly defined.

Seeing the team led by the chief approaching, they all made way for the team to pass.

The chief stopped at the front of the crowd, while Su Huai and others lined up on both sides of the temple under the leadership of the temple priest, serving as "decorations" for the prayer activities.

"Raymond Mdahek, earth attribute magic apprentice, talent level: seventh level, received intermediate baptism!"

"Come forward and bathe in divine grace!"

The old high priest's voice was loud, and the Shamoot boy whom he mentioned walked into the temple with a pious look on his face.

"Next, Pelosi Yongze..."

One after another, one hundred-year-old boys were tested for strength and talent under the auspices of the high priest, and entered the temple to receive baptism.
To be continued...