Ning Fan was still studying the Barbarian God sacrificial dance.
The campfire flickered, the dance moved with a sense of desolation, and the ancient barbarian song echoed faintly within the room, as if responding to Ning Fan's summons from the departed barbarians.
The aura of mountains and seas gathered, surrounding Ning Fan like a mist that hadn't dissipated for a thousand lifetimes; within this mist, countless tiny souls hurriedly passed by, living their lives in an instant; some stronger souls paused occasionally to bow to Ning Fan, then continued on their way.
The war dance suddenly reached its climax, and the flames of the campfire surged fiercely in response.
The surrounding mountain and sea aura also boiled at this moment, like hot oil with clear water dropped into it; or perhaps, not water, but fire, burning with vigorous will.
Firelight projected onto the walls revealed countless ancient ancestors' shadows, bowing devoutly in the flames.
