At this very moment, on the other side of Wushan, there was a tribe similar in size to the Wushan tribe. This tribe was called Heishan, and now, within the Heishan tribe, all the clansmen were shocked. Suspended in midair above their tribe was a massive totem, ten zhang tall.

That totem was pitch black all over, completely inhuman in form, looking much like a lizard. At this moment, it was trembling incessantly, as if on the verge of collapse. Beneath the totem stood an old man, gaunt as a skeleton, dressed in a coarse black hemp robe. His expression was gloomy, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

The same scene appeared simultaneously in all the tribes near Wushan, and even in some more distant tribes as well.

No one knew what had happened, or why this vortex had appeared. Even the elder of the Wushan tribe had overlooked James Walker, who had just entered the totem to pay his respects.

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Inside the Wushan tribe’s totem, in a flash of that eerie light, all the surrounding space was instantly filled, shrouding the area in that strange glow. Even more, under James Walker’s stunned gaze, he saw the totem he had just paid respects to not far away suddenly shudder, as if awakening from a deep slumber, giving him the illusion that the statue was made of flesh and blood.

He could even see that the originally ferocious totem was now trembling violently in the ghostly light, as if unable to withstand the illumination.

The totem, half-human and half-beast, gripped a giant dragon in its left hand and held a long spear in its right. But now, in its trembling, that primitive and savage aura suddenly changed, revealing a trace of terror—James Walker couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination.

James Walker’s mind was blank. He didn’t know what was happening or why. He just stood there, stunned.

His entire body was also enveloped by the ghostly light from the fragment at his neck, as if he had merged with the space around him. As the light grew brighter and brighter, in just a moment, the world within the totem was completely suffused with that eerie hue.

James Walker only felt a loud boom in his mind, as if some barrier had been shattered by an invisible force. His body trembled, and a strange scene appeared in his mind.

It was a vast expanse of land. He seemed to be floating in midair, looking down. In his gaze, the earth below was packed with nearly a million people, so dense that the end could not be seen, as if it stretched on forever.

“Where… is this…” James Walker murmured. This scene shook him to his core, leaving his mind blank.

These crowds were divided into two camps, all kneeling on the ground at this moment, worshipping the sky. The desolate sound of drums echoed between heaven and earth, forming a wave of sound that was indescribable, as if it could touch the soul, making all who heard it tremble inwardly.

In midair, all around James Walker, he saw nearly a hundred gigantic totems, each one different, exuding a primitive and savage aura. Their bodies seemed to be made of flesh and blood, as if they were alive.

At this moment, they too were kneeling on one knee, worshipping the sky!

Instinctively, James Walker looked up and saw…

At the highest point in the sky stood two towering figures. Their faces were indistinct, but with just one glance, James Walker felt as if he were witnessing the majesty of the heavens, as if he had become an ant.

They were like true gods!

Of the two, James Walker could only see the long purple hair of one. This person raised their right hand and suddenly waved it toward the sky. Instantly, the world changed color, and in the blink of an eye, the bright heavens turned to darkness. Countless stars twinkled, and with a wave of this person’s hand, those stars seemed to be drawn and pulled down from the sky, gathering beside the purple-haired figure to form a river of stars.

With a point of this person’s right hand, the galaxy emitted a thunderous roar, surging straight toward their opponent. From afar, it looked as if the sky was collapsing and the river of stars was falling, as if the power of the entire heavens was descending upon a single person.

Amid the rumbling, the man in purple suddenly lowered his head, his gaze sweeping across and suddenly meeting James Walker’s eyes!

James Walker’s mind exploded with a boom, as if a great force had pushed him, and he was forcibly ejected from this seemingly illusory world.

James Walker’s body trembled, and everything before his eyes went pitch black. For a long, long time, when he finally regained his senses, he found himself still within the totem’s inner space. There was no ghostly light around him, as if everything had been an illusion.

James Walker was breathing heavily, his whole body drenched in sweat. He quickly lowered his head to look at the fragment hanging from his neck. The fragment was pitch black, and apart from a faint warmth, there was nothing unusual about it.

“Was it an illusion… or the totem’s memory… Was that just now… as described in the leather-bound book, the plucking of the stars from the sky…” After a long time, James Walker finally recovered from the previous vision. His eyes were filled with confusion, his mind in chaos. After a moment of silence, he rose and bowed once more to the totem, preparing to leave.

But just as he began to bow, a faint cracking sound came from ahead. He saw a tiny crack appear on the face of the totem, and as James Walker continued his bow, the crack began to spread.