Above the gray fog

"Our rituals are different from the sacrificial rituals or ritual magic of other races. Those are all linked to the gods. What kind of patterns can borrow some of their powers are all fixed by the gods. The technological rituals of the human race are traceable. The same effect can be achieved with multiple patterns, and the difficulty of learning is much greater. The research of the human race over the years is not very in-depth."

"Compared with the cool and diverse ritual magic of the Grass Spirits, the technological rituals of the human race serve scientific research. Everything is based on the vortex spirit pattern and cannot be used directly in combat."

Seeing Lin Shan was absorbed in watching, Jin Tianzong explained on the side that his research on various rituals can be ranked in the top three in the human race. Many ritual patterns in the textbooks were drawn by him. It is no problem for him to give guidance to Lin Shan, who is still a rookie.

Lin Shan nodded silently and continued to read the book absorbedly.

"What do you think is the difference between the sacrificial ritual and ritual magic?" Seeing Jin Tianzong mentioned the sacrificial ritual and ritual magic, Wu Wangti asked.

"Sacrificial rituals are expensive and powerful, while ritual magic is cheap and less powerful." Xia Xuan said calmly.

"How can we know the specific differences? These are related to gods. Humans do not believe in those gods and cannot come into contact with these things."

"That's right. Most of the human faith is here. We don't have the ability to grant power to the people."

"Unless..."

"Unless... one of us can become a god."

"Don't think too much. Believing in gods is not necessarily a good thing. You may be treated as a leek."

"What are you discussing?" Yan Ruxin, wearing casual clothes and an apron around her waist, holding a stack of side dishes in her hands, with more than ten plates of the same style floating behind her, walked over slowly, "Hurry up and pack up, let's eat first."

"Okay, okay."

"Huang Ying, there are two bottles of spirit wine in the refrigerator. Bring them down later." Yan Ruxin shouted upstairs.

"Okay, got it." A voice came from upstairs, like a yellow oriole out of the valley, melodious and graceful. Just by listening to the voice, you can tell who it is.

A moment later, Huang Ying, wearing a light yellow dress and holding two bottles of spirit wine in her hands, walked down the stairs, casually placed the two bottles of spirit wine on the table, stretched lazily, and then sat casually on the stool, looking half asleep and half awake.

She has not become a Sequence 8. Over the years, there are still some changes, but the changes are very weak. The moon-like phoenix eyebrows, the straight and beautiful nose, the queen-like momentum, the nobleness makes people dare not approach easily, and Yan Ruxin is the opposite of Yan Ruxin.

Yan Ruxin is like an ordinary big sister next door, giving people a very gentle feeling, making people want to get close to her.

Zhao Xiaoan and Xia Xuan both look like strangers don't approach, but Zhao Xiaoan is pretending to be cold on the outside but warm on the inside, while Xia Xuan is really frugal with words, and belongs to the type of person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.

The black-bellied Jin Tianzong, the unreliable Wu Wang, and Si Zhennan who somehow became silent and sat in the corner. Compared with Jin Tianzong and Wu Wang, Si Zhennan is more reliable.

These are all the pioneers currently in the tribe.

If the two missing people are not counted, the pioneers only need Zhang Zhonghua to gather together. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Zhonghua doesn't know what day it is today. How can he remember the day in the gray fog?

Over the years, everyone has changed again and again, and they can no longer find the way they looked when they first came to the gray fog world.

"Old Lin, come and eat quickly, you are the only one missing, what are you dawdling about."

"You guys eat, I won't..." Lin Shan was about to refuse when he was forcibly pulled up by Wu Wang, muttering, "Today is New Year's Eve, the only festival of the human race. I know you don't need to eat, but the sense of ceremony is very important."

"Okay..." Lin Shan said expressionlessly, "I'll go by myself, don't drag me."

Four men and four women, eight pioneers of the human race, sat around a table that was neither too big nor too small, eating their reunion dinner.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Someone knocks on the door?"

"It's fireworks, let's go up and take a look."

Everyone looked at Lin Shan, who was the only one with the ability to teleport.

With a flash of blue light, all the people in the field, including the seats, disappeared from their original positions and appeared hundreds of meters in the sky.

For a moment, dazzling grains of 'colored sand' spiraled up to the sky. When they reached a certain height, they suddenly exploded with a loud 'bang'. 'Colored sand' continued to bloom proudly in the sky, with all kinds of colors, all kinds of colors, colorful, decorating the night beautifully and illuminating the earth as if it were daytime.

"Are these fireworks a bit powerful..." Lin Shan said speechlessly.

"These fireworks, even a Sequence 9 would be injured if they hit them." Jin Tianzong said with a smile, "These fireworks are all shot from the barrel, do you still think they are fireworks?"

"For the sense of ceremony, it's really hard work." Lin Shan shook his head. These ammunitions were enough to fight a small-scale war, but now they are wasted in vain.

"They need a sense of ritual more than we do. It makes them feel that they are truly alive." Yan Ruxin pointed to the brightly lit city below. She could vaguely see people coming and going on the streets, and everyone had a look of joy on their faces.

Lin Shan looked at the city below, and time quickly went back to the time of the human-cat war. There were low houses and quiet streets. The people walking on the streets had empty and numb eyes, and they were afraid that the cat tribe supernaturals would suddenly appear and slaughter them wantonly, and that their relatives who had joined the army would never come back.

"The human race is moving forward step by step. One day, they will live for themselves." Lin Shan murmured.

"Don't sigh." Zhao Xiaoan stood up, raised the drink in the glass, and asked, "Lin Shan, are you living for yourself?"

"Are you?" Lin Shan asked back.

"I don't know." Zhao Xiaoan shook her head, her red skirt fluttering in the wind, and she slowly said, "What do you feel when you see the lively and joyful crowd below? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment? Because of your protection, they can have the life they have now... In fact, I don't have this feeling..."

She looked at the brightly lit city and said softly, "I only feel empty and depressed, because I am always a bystander. I entered their world, but they are not in my world. I look at their lives and always have a lot of imagination. I want to join them, but when I want to get close, I will find that they are too far away from me. In fact, the more I experience... This feeling becomes less and less. In order to keep this feeling, I rarely stay in the tribe. For me, staying away from the tribe is to keep the yearning in my heart..."