This faint voice revealed his identity.

He is the god worshipped by the tribe.

Everyone in the tribe knelt down one after another, most of them cried with joy, which was unbelievable.

The clan elder murmured: "The true god appears... The true god wakes up..."

Qin Xianyu's eyebrows were slightly frowned.

The god of incense?

Born from nothingness, born through the beliefs of everyone, and by the power of incense, it is very similar to the gods and demons in the world, but not the same.

Qin Xianyu pondered slightly, and suddenly realized it, and then disappeared the strange color in his eyes and said in his heart: "The God of Incense, no wonder there is a little illusory meaning in his voice..."

A white mist suddenly appeared in front of him, with a range of not wide, only about two feet in a radius.

A voice came from the white mist and said slowly: "Most of this tribe are mortals. Even if they hand over all the gains they have obtained in a year, they will not be in the eyes of Yandi Branch. But I have not yet been destroyed and should be able to maintain the foundation within a hundred years. I wake up once a year and can hand over enough offerings for them."

Qin Xianyu used his magic power and saw the source of the white mist clearly.

The white mist originated from a statue that was spread across the ground not far away. It was the essence, about the size of a person, wrapped in red cloth, and lit branches were inserted around it to serve as incense.

I think this tribe brought this statue while migrating.

But the statue seemed very weak and could not even show its appearance, so it could only show a fog of white mist.

What kind of thing can make a god so weak?

For Yuan Fan, it was not important. He still had a cold expression on his face and said, "If you want to hand over enough sacrifices, there are still many tribes who can have this foundation in this wild territory. But if you want to set foot here, do you think it is enough to just hand over the sacrifices? The place where this sect is located can be easily set foot on. You intend to land on this sect. You must go through the test of the elders of our sect. However, your tribe is all mortals, facing monsters and other monsters. They have no power to protect themselves and have to rely on this sect to protect them. They will definitely not be accepted by all elders."

The voice in the white mist was quite helpless and said in a low voice: "The tribe is no longer prosperous in the past, and the incense power I have received is gradually becoming less and less. The drowsiness of the days are getting longer. Without my protection, they will inevitably die in the migration. Even if they do not encounter monsters, the ubiquitous jackals, tigers and leopards alone will be enough to make this tribe die for it."

Yuan Fan said lightly: "The wilderness and the weak are prey on the weak. Every moment, the tribes are dying, and every breath is dying. Even my disciples in Yandi often die in their experience. You want me to be a good person. It is too naive to accept this tribe... Besides, these things are not something I can decide."

Qin Xianyu pondered a little. With his identity, if he spoke, he would probably be able to leave this tribe behind. However, all parties have their own rules. Qin Xianyu was unwilling to interfere with the rules of the division of sects, but he had other ways.

"I first arrived in the wilderness and felt curious about many things. For example, you, the god of incense..."

Qin Xianyu said slowly: "Although I can't leave you, if you answer my questions, it will be detailed enough to satisfy me. Maybe I can help you."

After a moment of silence, the old voice in the white mist asked, "How to help each other?"

Qin Xianyu said, "I raise thousands of eagles, and their feathers are white, comparable to those of dragons and tigers. You only need to transfer both ends to protect you. You will be worry-free. They will protect your tribe until you find another pure land where few demons set foot on them, and live in peace and stability before you leave."

The two eagles that are comparable to dragons and tigers, as long as they don’t encounter any too powerful monsters, and don’t encounter monsters, gods and demons, they can come and go freely in the wilderness.

Yuan Fan took a little step back and did not dare to interfere with the affairs of his uncle.

The voice in the white mist was silent for a moment and said slowly: "What are you going to ask?"

Qin Xianyu laughed in a low voice: "Before and after your birth, and now the weakness of this tribe, the process of going all the way. For example, what you encountered, what you still cannot get rid of..."

The voice in the white mist said, "I am so weak that I can't talk for too long. Please wait."

Qin Xianyu nodded and said, "I'll wait here for a moment."

Then I saw that the tribe was busy, with some lighting incense and candles, some taking meat, and some setting up altars.

The boy called Luo Feng still had a lot of reluctance, and looked at Qin Xianyu with a look of desire.

Qin Xianyu was silent for a moment and said, "I want to accept you, because it is a breaking the rules, but your heart is hesitant and has conditions attached, which has already made me give up my thoughts. With your talent, I hope to settle down in the future and find an opportunity."

Luo Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I won't add any more conditions."

Qin Xianyu shook his head slightly and said, "The fate method is gone in a flash, and there will be no more opportunities. I was not thinking carefully before, but it happened that you hesitated that I figured out a little. If I want to accept disciples, I cannot accept outsiders. If I accept outsiders, I will definitely be disliked by the sect. Since that is the case, I will just give up. This is enough to say that you and I have no fate with a master and disciple, and I hope you have another chance."

Luo Feng was extremely regretful. He was still young and almost shed tears.

Qin Xianyu had already raised his head and looked forward.

The statue is about the same size as an ordinary person, but something is placed under it, so it looks a little taller than an ordinary person.

The tribe members looked up at the statue of the gods and then knelt down one after another.

Incense, candles, flames, blood and meat, strong wine and blood, and other things worshipped by gods are all placed on the altar. However, the conditions are too poor at this moment, so many things can only be settled.

But as everyone knelt down and bowed, the incense became a little richer.

Qin Xianyu saw the white mist on the statue gradually getting thicker.

The statue looks like an old man, holding a crutch in one hand and a long beard in the other hand. He is slightly hunched over, with kind eyebrows and smiles.

This is the true image of the incense god.

It is precisely because everyone in the tribe who thinks that the gods look like this, so he has been like this since his birth.

Qin Xianyu watched everyone worship, and gradually, the breath of the god seemed to condense a little.

"I can barely answer."

The old voice sighed slightly.

The white mist was hazy, covering the statue, so the whole statue seemed to come alive.

Two substantial gazes emerged from the white mist and fell on Qin Xianyu.

"This was originally an ancient tribe that had been passed down for many generations, and there were many body refiners in the tribe."

"As thousands and tens of thousands of years passed, people in the tribe continued to worship, and the incense and vows of all generations gradually made me born from nothingness."

"Later, when I was completely established, I became a real god. From the power of incense and vows, I walked out of the statue and manifested it in the world in the eyes of the old man in the minds of tribes in the past dynasties."
Chapter completed!