Chapter 375: The Flame Man Steals Fire
In the Colosseum, Mingyue and Guangmen confronted each other for several moments.

A tall god walked out of the light gate. The god was about three meters tall, with his chest bare and wearing a tattered red cloak. The tail of the cloak moved without wind, rolling up sparks. There were scars all over the god's exposed golden body, and his head was completely covered in a huge animal bone helmet, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

As soon as he appeared, Zhou Tieyi could clearly sense that the space around him had a sense of "stitching", making it difficult for him to rely on the ancestral qi of heaven and earth.

This is why the gods can remain undeterred even when facing enemies three times their size in their own territories.

However, Zhou Tieyi at this time has passed his weakest time. He appeared from the bright moon, wearing luxurious colorful clothes. The scenes of the bright moon and the sun on his left and right merged into one, and a sphere of dark yellow and jade white intertwined and changing, between reality and illusion, formed behind him. Around the sphere, mirages rose, smoke and clouds evolved, and mountains and lakes changed.

The god of the Mang tribe looked at Zhou Tieyi and saw that Zhou Tieyi was constantly changing between men, women, young and old, but he was not afraid at all, only smiling.

He couldn't tell how powerful the god of the Yanhuang tribe was. Logically speaking, now in his own territory, he had blocked the connection with the outside world, and most gods would panic and feel uncomfortable.

But the god in front of him did not feel uncomfortable at all. At the same time, the power that Zhou Tieyi had just displayed, although not strong in quantity, like sporadic sparks, was extremely terrifying in quality. Looking at it was as dazzling as looking up at the sun.

The god of the Mang tribe thought of the murals left by the tribe and said in a steady voice, "Aguli tried to test God, and he was punished with capital punishment as a punishment for his disrespect."

The other party's tone slowed down, and Zhou Tieyi did not press the issue. He smiled and said, "I sent my messenger here to bring prosperity, wealth, and my kindness, but that does not mean I did not prepare swords for my servants to deal with the beasts."

After hearing Zhou Tieyi's words, the people of the Yanhuang tribe felt a warm current surge from their hearts to their brains. God was really watching them, no matter where they were, even slave warriors like Yan Xing.

They bowed their heads respectfully and, led by Wu Mu, praised, "Praise your name, the great Lord of Yanhuang."

When Wu Mu and others were praising, their voices spread in the moonlight, forming a sacred and distant chant. Not only could it be heard by everyone at the banquet, but also by the entire city built by the Mang tribe, most of the slaves who had entered the dream, and ordinary people could hear this sound.

As the praises spread, in Zhou Tieyi's soul, tempered by the light of the sun and the moon, pictures unfolded one after another. They were pictures of him being born from the fire pit, gaining the power of the mountain lord, leading the tribe out of the West Mountain, annihilating the crocodile god, customizing slavery, promoting farming, captivity, writing, and so on.

These images contain His spirit and symbolize everything about Him as God, far beyond the so-called golden body and soul. They are traces of His existence in the world, or according to God, they should be called "great deeds".

These images are anchored by his divine name. When more people know his divine name, his great deeds will spread more widely. Therefore, even if the gods' golden bodies are destroyed or their souls are scattered, as long as there are still people singing praises to their gods, they can return from history.

This is also the reason why the six Shinto products are known as "divine names".

And there is another different point. Zhou Tieyi looked at the people from other tribes who were kneeling. When they heard his name, when they felt reverence and fear for him from the bottom of their hearts, he could also gain strength from them.

In other words, Zhou Tieyi's power will no longer be limited to the people in his tribe who serve him. As long as his name as a god spreads far enough, and as long as other people have spiritual changes such as reverence and fear for him, he will be able to gain power from these changes.

Is this the principle by which the ‘evil gods’ can gain power despite wantonly destroying others?

Zhou Tieyi was somewhat curious. What was the essence of this so-called faith? Was it the spiritual energy unconsciously spread by humans, or all sentient beings?
Why can gods be obtained by spreading their names?

Zhou Tieyi plans to study these issues further.

To achieve the sixth level of the divine way is a fusion of time and space. Even though the god of the Mang tribe is close to the third level, he can still only reach the level of sealing the ancestral qi of heaven and earth. He is simply unable to seal this fusion of time and space, nor can he prevent the gods from returning after destruction.

So taking advantage of this moment of fusion, Zhou Tieyi nodded slightly to the god of the Mang tribe, and then his figure disappeared like moonlight.

If you want to show off, you have to walk fast, lest the other party notice your true or false. In this wild world, you have no way to use the Buddhist emptiness, and your means to deal with the third-grade are still insufficient. This god of the wild tribe is also stronger than expected. At least he has begun to try to master the power of space.

He had already prepared the currency to break through the plain tribal alliance. Fighting with force and causing heavy casualties among the tribesmen was not in his own interest. Moreover, from Wu Mu's report, this wild world also had to deal with the so-called beast gods. No wonder, in the middle of the plain, even though the gods of this wild tribe had the power advantage, they did not forcibly launch a war of annexation.

Force is a means, not an end.

Of course, showing military force is also important. Zhou Tieyi needs the surrounding tribes to know that their Yanhuang tribe has enough military force to protect the wealth and trade the wealth because I, Zhou Tieyi, am kind!

You can only take what I allow you to take, and if I don’t allow you to take it, you can’t even take a look at it!

Seeing the suddenly appearing Yanhuang God break through his blockade and disappear, the God of the Mang Tribe did not feel strange. He looked at the people at the banquet and said to the witch of his tribe, "You continue to entertain the guests who have come from afar."

After the banquet was over, the witch of the Mang tribe came to the center of the tribe with a complicated expression. There was also a huge fire pit here, but the fire pit extended underground, and pieces of black stones formed stairs.

When the witch came to the fire pit, the voice of the god of the Mang tribe came from inside, "Come in."

The witch went underground along the black stone steps. Unlike Zhou Tieyi's fire pit which only contained power, this god of the Mang tribe had mastered the method of creating space by relying on the god's own talent, because he was close to the third level of 'building a kingdom of gods'.

The light gate in the Colosseum is the embodiment of His method of creating space.

According to the Shinto knowledge Zhou Tieyi knew, a tribe of 100,000 people was enough to support the belief in a third-grade deity. Although the Mang tribe had only 50,000 people in total, they had established a relatively complete tribute system in the plains. The population of the entire plains was close to 200,000. With the help of the name of the god, it was not surprising that the god of the Mang tribe possessed power close to the third grade.

Entering the kingdom of gods, what appeared before the witch was a piece of red rock. The huge rock was uneven, as if it had been carved out of a cave. In the flickering firelight around it, the stone paintings on the rock drawn with charcoal were lifelike.

Wu's eyes narrowed slightly, because he had never seen this mural before.

Unlike the previous Yanhuang tribe, the god of the Mang tribe is the spirit of the ancestors. He has existed for more than two hundred years, and the current witch is the sixth generation of servants.

The tall god of the Mang tribe said, "Are you wondering why I didn't stop Him?"

The witch nodded, "Yes." The relationship between the witch and the god in the Central Plains tribe is not like the absolute subordination in the Zhulongpo tribe, because the god they worship is the embodiment of the will of their ancestors, so the witch and the god have more of a father-son inheritance feeling.

The god of the Mang tribe walked slowly forward to the beginning of the mural, and the witch also followed his god to the beginning of the mural. Only then did he realize why this rock was so huge that even the god's height could not be fully seen at eye level, and people like him could only look up.

The painting begins with a towering tree.

The giant tree is divided into two branches, and the twisted trunks are like two mating snakes, entwined with each other and upward. They pass through flocks of birds, mountains, clouds, and the starry sky, and finally become level with the sun and the moon. On the spreading branches, there are extremely complicated palaces painted. Compared with these exquisite buildings, the houses of the Mang tribe are like randomly molded adobes.

Here, gorgeous birds and beasts are flying, flames are ignited along the lush leaves, and people like himself are crawling in front of the largest bird and beast. It is the center of everything, with a towering tree as its nest, and it is on the same level as the sun and the moon.

"This is?"

Wu asked in disbelief.

"This is the central land that is farther away than the northern beast gods. It depicts the god of the central land and the people who serve him."

At one moment, the witch was afraid of the existence of such a powerful tribe, and at another moment, he was very envious. He looked at the entire mural with greedy, eager eyes like a child, wanting to remember the knowledge firmly.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank because he saw something horrifying in the mural!

Under the huge bird-beast god, in the burning flames, among the kneeling mortals, there was a man holding a black wooden stick. While the others were kneeling and the god closed his eyes and dozed off, he used the wooden stick to steal the flames!
Why did the witch use the word "stealing" to describe it? Because in the next mural, he saw the raging anger of the birds and beasts when they opened their eyes. Even though this was not the deity itself but just a painting by humans, and even though no one knew how long had passed since the events in the painting, the witch of the Mang tribe still felt like he was standing naked in the cold wind when being stared at by that gaze.

He was speechless for a long time, then opened his mouth to ask his God.

The god of the Mang tribe whispered, "Keep watching."

The witch continued to look, and he saw a series of bizarre and previously unimaginable scenes. The gods of birds and beasts sent down balls of horrifying fire from the sun and the moon. The magnificent buildings built by humans for their gods were destroyed in an instant, and then the crowds fled in all directions, but most of them were swallowed up in the flames.

But just when the people were about to be killed by the gods, the scene changed.

Birds and beasts fought with dragons in the sky, and the birds and beasts attacked the thick clouds composed of countless thunderbolts...

Their gorgeous feathers withered in the thunder and lightning and the strong wind, turning into flying black carbon powder.

As the birds and beasts fell one by one, the huge bird and beast god in the middle separated a ball of fire again, but this time it did not bring down anger, but handed it to a human woman with painted breasts.

The human female became pregnant successfully and gave birth to a 'new' human being. This human being took up half of the mural at birth and was only slightly shorter than the towering trees and the giant bird and beast gods.

He was surrounded by flames, and after a moment he grew into a heroic young man, carrying a divine bow. He crossed mountains and rivers, killed dragon beasts one after another, and tore apart the thunder covering the sky. At the same time, he chased a group of people to a snowy land. Finally, the sharp arrow in his hand pierced the chest of a man holding a torch.

The witch's eyes narrowed slightly. The man holding the torch was obviously the one who stole the fire from the god of birds and beasts at the beginning of the scene. After this man died, he turned into streams of flames and dispersed into the hands of the people around him.

Strangely, the young man carrying the divine bow did not continue to kill the remaining people.

The remaining people took torches and headed into the deeper snowstorm. New tribes appeared along the way. Some tribes had eagles painted in the middle, some had black snakes painted in the middle, and some had tigers painted in the middle...

These are all tribes that worship natural gods, Wu thought in his heart, but what concerned him more was that the people holding flames dispersed the flames in their hands.

Then the eagle was ignited, the black snake was ignited, and the tiger was also ignited... The whole picture was filled with dancing flames, as if the whole world was ignited by flames, except that the group of people passing on the fire was gradually decreasing, and their heights were getting shorter and shorter, gradually becoming the same height as himself.

When the mural reached the very end, the witch saw the symbol of his tribe, which was a black, unlit fire pit. A man took the flame from the group of people and lit the fire pit. Then the group of people who divided the fire disappeared farther away, and there were no new murals after that.

"This is?"

Wu opened his mouth and asked. He didn't know if it was because of the influence of the long mural, but he felt that his voice was hoarse and vague, and it carried a kind of gravel feeling that came from the passage of time.

"This is the story of the Yan people stealing fire and spreading it to the human tribes."

The Mang tribe's god sighed and said, "It is because the Yan people stole fire from the Phoenix Ancestor that we have the Mang tribe. At the same time, because we accepted the stolen fire, we have to be careful living in this wild land and compete with wild beasts for living space. This is why I have never told you about this mural."

Wu nodded slightly, indeed.

If the people of the tribe knew that the source of their current fire and the birth of the tribal gods came from another terrifying god, and that terrifying god did not know how to punish them, the entire tribe would fall into constant anxiety.

Suddenly he looked up and realized that God had not told him this thing before, but told him this thing today.

He thought of the bear beast that the god in the light gate suddenly summoned today. That powerful bear beast itself was a temptation from god, a temptation to the people of the Yanhuang tribe.

He opened his eyes wide, "The people from the Yanhuang tribe?"

The god of the Mang tribe looked at the mural and said, "They are the true descendants of Yanren. Hundreds of years have passed, and his spirit has returned from the flames, shining as brightly as the sun and the moon."

(End of this chapter)