Chapter 486 - Dotting Green
Chapter 486 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" starts with dramatic events: The thirtieth ranking, thatâs not too bad⌠Not too bad my ass!With the Celebrating Fire... Discover what happens!
The thirtieth ranking, thatâs not too bad⌠Not too bad my ass!With the Celebrating Fire Division ranking thirtieth out of thirty-six tribes, thatâs practically at the bottom of the barrel.
Not even making it into the top ten of the division, and they dare to call themselves the Fire Tribe?
Jiang Wang asked as calmly as he could, âHow many tribes are there in total in the Floating Land World?â
âHow could anyone be clear on that!â Qinghuo Qimingâs voice actually sounded quite proud: âOur Floating Land is vast and boundless, with innumerable tribes.â
âWasnât it said that only a hundred tribes compete?â Jiang Wangâs tone grew more helpless.
âThatâs because only tribes ranked in the top hundred are eligible to enter the Life and Death Chess, so thatâs why itâs called the competition of a hundred tribes.â Qinghuo Qiming waved his hand dismissively: âYou have no idea how big the Floating Land is!â
Jiang Wang asked gloomily, âThen, among those hundred tribes that enter the Life and Death Chess, what rank could you possibly be?â
He consoled himself, perhaps all thirty-six tribes of the Fire Division were especially strong?
If all of them made it into the top hundred, it wasnât impossible⌠Possible, maybe, probably, thereâs a chance, right?
He really wasnât one good at deceiving himself.
âUh.â Qinghuo Qiming suddenly found himself in an awkward position and cautiously chose his words: âWith you as the Chess player this time, ranking around the teens is still possible I supposeâŚâ
Without me, you wouldnât even make the list, right?
Jiang Wang had thought that although this was a huge trap, with his strength, he should still be able to climb out of it.
But only after jumping down did he discover that this was a bloody abyss!
âFine.â Jiang Wang sighed: âWhat about the Chess players, Chess phase, and Chess pawns youâve prepared for me?
We need to start training now.
We all need to get used to each other first.â
Even Martial Artists who have not gone Transcendent, when combined with formations and the like, might not be devoid of transcendent combat power.
In the Life and Death Chess, they could be considered a boost.
Just as Zhongxuan Sheng said, everyone has their use.
âAbout thatâŚâ Qinghuo Qiming very awkwardly changed the subject: âShall we go get some tattoos first?â
Thus, Jiang Wang knew.
They werenât even ready with the Chess players, Chess phase, or Chess pawnsâŚ
They were just blindly hoping that âspotting the star generalâ would be successful, huh.
How big could the Qinghuo Tribeâs heart be?
âYou guys better start worrying!â Jiang Wang snapped angrily.
âWeâll hurry, weâll hurry.â Qinghuo Qiming kept placating: âCome on, letâs head to the Fire Temple now.â
âSpotting a Qingâ is the same as ritual tattooing, the preliminary step to bestowing the Totem Power.
Simply put, it means first inscribing the Qinghuo Tribeâs fire totem onto oneâs body.
Then, the Priest, through their own Totem Power as a guide, infuses Totem Power into it.
The Fire Temple is a building possessed by all thirty-six tribes of the Floating Land Fire Division, a vital place for a tribe, and also where Priests cultivate and live.
Regarding the novel power system of Totem Power, Jiang Wang maintained a cautious attitude and was not willing to accept it directly.
Even though an unknown power system could potentially grant him new strength.
It wasnât until after he had repeatedly communicated with Qinghuo Qiming and personally witnessed several individuals from the Qinghuo Tribe with the âFire Totemâ on their bodies, that he began to understand this power.
If he had to make a comparison, in Jiang Wangâs understanding, Totem Power was more akin to Array Patterns.
The principle is the same: summoning external forces to form transcendent power.
The difference lies in the fact that while Array Patterns often manipulate the Power of Heaven and Earth, Totem Power is not merely an external force; it also encompasses something from within.
After understanding, it seemed there was no issue.
It was simply a kind of power, and it doesnât inherently carry any significance that the user might project onto it.
Yet, Jiang Wang still cautiously asked, âCan the tattoo be erased from the body?â
Back in the Fire Temple, Qinghuo Qiming had already removed that exaggerated mask unique to Priests and placed it on the altar.
His skin was slightly dark, but his teeth were very white.
His face did not bear any crimson lines; rather, there was a flame-shaped tattoo on his forehead, a vibrant crimson that seemed very much alive.
Upon hearing Jiang Wangâs topic, he was momentarily stunned.
âWho would want to erase their totem?
Most people canât even beg for one!â Qinghuo Qiming said before realizing that the man before him was not from the Floating Land World and might not deeply understand the significance of totems, so it was normal for him to have other thoughts.
He then replied, âIt is possible.
However, a Wu Zhu must preside over it.
When punishing tribe members who have committed evil acts, a Wu Zhu will oversee the revocation of their totem.
Itâs not difficult, much simpler than bestowing a totem.
Thatâs because the power of the totem is âborrowedâ from the totemâs origin by the Wu Zhu through rituals; thus, when returning it, it should also be under the Wu Zhuâs supervision.â
Jiang Wang nodded, then asked, âWhich fire deity does your fire shrine worship?â
Qinghuo Qiming suddenly became annoyed: âWe donât worship any deities; we worship fire and venerate only fire, just fire.â
It turned out to be a primal faith.
To those who uphold primal faith, the so-called âdeitiesâ of primal domains appear more like âthievesâ rather than supreme beings.
Asking them which fire deity they worshipped was almost an insult.
No wonder Qinghuo Qiming was angry.
âI am very sorry,â Jiang Wang sincerely admitted his mistake: âThis is my first time in this realm, and there are many things I donât know.
I did not intend to harm your beliefs.â
Jiang Wangâs attitude was very earnest, and what he said was indeed true.
Qinghuo Qiming found it difficult to hold a grudge any longer and asked gruffly, âWhere do you want the tattooing to take place?â
Jiang Wangdao, âMy back.â
âIâll go get the tattooing tools,â Qinghuo Qiming said as he stood up and walked into the inner chamber of the fire shrine.
Jiang Wang had already scoped out the fire shrine earlier, and now that he had the time, he couldnât help but take a closer look.
Most of the structures in the Qinghuo Tribe were quite rudimentary, and this fire shrine was no exception.
But whether it was the seating, the altar, or the walls, they were all painted with various strange and wonderful fire beasts.
Some looked like a cross between a sheep and a dog, but many of the fire beasts were completely alien to Jiang Wang, and he couldnât find anything comparable to them.
Jiang Wang had long known that the present world was not the only one; the Forest Sea Source Realm, including the unknown world belonging to the vast desert illuminated by the Hidden Origin Star, represented different realms.
But it was this particular Floating Land World that he currently resided in that seemed even more peculiar in its construction.
He had the vague feeling that if âworldsâ were also hierarchical, then setting aside the present world, the Floating Land would be placed higher than the Forest Sea Source Realm and that vast desert.
This meant thatâŚ
the limits of power in this world might also surpass those of other worlds.
By inference, the strongest being in the Floating Land should be stronger than the Little Nagging Old Lady.
As the sole priest of the Senhai Holy Clan, the Little Nagging Old Lady should be the strongest known being in the Forest Sea Source Realm, aside from Yan Xiao.
Her true combat power was not clear to Jiang Wang, and he only felt it was unfathomable.
But conservatively speaking, she shouldnât be less powerful than the Divine Arrival Realm.
After all, Jiang Wang had come into contact with a transcendent before, and his gut told him the Little Nagging Old Lady was not weaker than that level.
In the Floating Land World, Qinghuo Gaozhi, the middle-aged man with eight crimson lines on his face, would likely be the strongest in the Qinghuo Tribe.
He should take the opportunity to test his strength.
Jiang Wang thought to himself.
The bizarre worlds filled him with curiosity and a zest for exploration.
The clash of different power systems provided a deeper insight into his own cultivation.
Setting aside hatred and the pressure of facing worldly affairs, the pursuit of cultivation in itself was filled with endless joy.
The boy who set off alone to study at the city academy years ago did so because of his yearning for cultivation, didnât he?
At that moment, Qinghuo Qiming came with a wooden box painted in black and red, sat across Jiang Wang at the seating area.
âStake out your back,â he said.
Thus, Jiang Wang removed his upper garment, turned around, and sat with his back facing Qinghuo Qiming.
He sat very straight, his spine like a sword, the hilt resting on his waist and the tip pointing straight to the Heavenly Spirit.
Qinghuo Qiming glanced over and skipped past the scars that told of battles fought; his eyes were immediately drawn to the white bone lotus blossoming at the base of Jiang Wangâs neck where it met his spine.