Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 1817 - 1848: Where Is the Divine

Seeing that Xinghe and Xiaohua are both promising Believers, Ye Feng's eyes slightly narrowed!He quietly watched Xinghe running below, with Xiaohua already peacefully lying in his arms.

Ye Feng's heart was already filled with some expectation.

He hoped that Xinghe and Xiaohua could bring him unimaginable rewards.

"Xiaohua, we are saved, we are all saved, Divine has appeared, the tribe is saved, all of us are saved," Xinghe said excitedly as he ran below.

"Yes, I know, we are saved, we won't die, we can certainly live well," Xiaohua said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Although Xiaohua's face was covered in tears at that moment, her heart was filled with extreme joy. Initially, she thought everything was going to end.

But unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, Divine suddenly appeared and saved them from a dire situation.

At this point, Xinghe and Xiaohua were deeply grateful to the Divine who had secretly helped them.

If Divine hadn't helped, they would surely have died here, becoming nothing more than a mess.

Now in Xinghe and Xiaohua's hearts, there was only one thought, which was to quickly return, go back to the tribe, return to the temple, and pray for Divine to save those tribe members already facing life and death crisis.

With the help of the wild grasses, Xinghe ran incredibly fast, so fast that even he was astonished.

There's no need to think too much; he knew this was surely the mysterious power and means bestowed upon him by Divine.

After running frantically for over ten minutes, Xinghe finally crossed a slightly rising ridge, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm back, tribe members, wait for me, wait for me, I will help you, I will save you," Xinghe murmured to himself.

However, just as his words settled in his mind, his eyes suddenly contracted, he looked forward, and saw all the scenes before the ridge.

Under the gaze of Xinghe and Xiaohua, the blood-red world ahead made them feel absolutely horrified.

Houses, ancient wood, and figures were all swallowed by the overwhelming blood-red color.

Seeing these, it was like a dagger subtly cutting Xinghe and Xiaohua's hearts, causing immense discomfort and making their eyes become red, waves of anger and sorrow rising from their hearts as they rushed forward.

"Xiaohua, hold onto me."

As they rushed forward, Xinghe urgently spoke to Xiaohua in his arms.

Xiaohua didn't respond with words but obediently nodded her head.

Immediately, Xinghe's figure was like a storm, rushing to the forefront where the ancestral shrine of the grassland people was located, commonly known as the temple.

Xinghe's actions were driven by a legend emphasizing the importance of the temple.

The legend claimed that as long as one could enter the temple, even in the worst case during a disaster, there's a chance to ensure one could survive.

Because of this, Xinghe quickly rushed towards the temple's location, glancing sympathetically at his tribe members who died tragically around him, but he couldn't concern himself further.

When Xinghe and Xiaohua arrived before the temple, they saw it was already surrounded by people, all elders from the tribe.

"Ah, the prophecy from hundreds of years ago never happened, who would have thought it would come true in our generation, is it because our generation is destined to perish?"

"Yes, have we done something to anger heaven and earth? Otherwise, how could this happen? How could such things occur? Most of our tribe members have died in this disaster, even if we survive, what use is it?"

"Why panic? Although the ancestors foresaw today's events, didn't they also leave means to defend against disasters? Didn't you see the temple, which can withstand the disaster's grip? As long as the temple remains, we can surely continue to live."

"That's right, as long as we can live, it proves there's still hope for our grassland."

"..."

Words filled with age and unwillingness resonated between the temple's doors.

The voices' owners were all fearfully gazing at the sky outside the temple, where crimson skies rumbled with four winds.

They all witnessed tribe members being swallowed by the crimson color, though their hearts burned with rage, they were powerless to change anything.

They comforted themselves internally, reminding themselves that as long as the critical part remains, fear doesn't need to seize them.

While all the elders silently prayed and comforted themselves internally, a figure cut through the blood-red expanse at astonishing speed, entering their view.

No, if it were a single figure, it's better described as two, since Xinghe was holding the tear-covered Xiaohua while rushing forward.

Holding Xiaohua, Xinghe stood quietly under the watchful eyes of the elders as they entered the temple.

"How are you still alive?" an elder asked in astonishment.

After asking this, the elder was moved to tears, and the other elders looked at Xinghe with hope, their formerly dead hearts revitalizing.

"We had Divine's help, so we didn't die," Xinghe slowly replied.

"Divine? Where is Divine?" all the elders' expressions changed, and they asked simultaneously.

"To meet Divine, we have only one chance, which is to all bow to Divine, maintain a respectful heart towards Divine. Only then will Divine appear, and help us through the current obstacle," Xinghe solemnly stated.

With Xinghe's words, everyone present fell silent, then they all raised their heads to look at Xinghe.

Seeing Xinghe and Xiaohua, unharmed and with exceptional spirits, they believed Xinghe's words.

"Let's go, we will meet Divine, sincerely pray to Divine," the elders said as they rushed into the temple.

Standing still, Xinghe and Xiaohua then looked up, as if Divine was standing there.