Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom Chapter 47: Stone Tablet of the Barren Mountain

The radiant light filled the entire room, yet within its glow, Enzo slowly closed his eyes as if slipping into a slumber.

"What have you done?"

Amy demanded angrily, glaring at Neville.

Neville looked bewildered and said hastily , "I... I don't know anything."

Just then, Enzo abruptly opened his eyes again, and the seed's glow faded.

"Lord Enzo!" Amy exclaid joyfully.

Enzo nodded, then turned to Neville and asked, "Neville, do you know what this seed is?"

Neville shook his head and admitted frankly, "Honorable Lord Priest, the truth is that the priest lineage of the Red Coral Tribe was lost fifty years ago. I did not inherit the priest's powers through lineage. Instead, I obtained supernatural abilities because the previous priest created a witchcraft potion inscribed on the Red Coral slates. However, each ti I use this power, it diminishes, until eventually, it will be completely depleted."

"This seed was left by the forr priest, who said it might the tribe's hope."

"But now, it has beco the tribe's disaster."

Neville lanted.

Enzo didn't have ti for Neville's story. He instructed Amy, "Amy, you arrange soone for enough food to be delivered to Neville's people every noon."

"Yes, Lord Enzo!" Amy replied promptly.

Neville was overwheld with emotion but heard Enzo continue, "As an exchange, besides this seed, you need to write down the missing parts from the slates. Amy will docunt it."

Neville nodded repeatedly. "Of course, I will tell you everything truthfully."

However, he had a concern, "Lord Enzo, I fear scouts from the Mpondo Tribe may venture into the jungle—"

Enzo interrupted again, "During the rainy season, I will protect you."

Grateful for this assurance, Neville cried tears of joy. "Lord Enzo, your kindness will forever be rembered by the Red Coral Tribe!"

After saying this, Neville departed.

Amy, still puzzled, asked, "Lord Enzo, are we being too generous with our terms?"

Offering protection and food in exchange for just a seed and so slates seed imbalanced. Although the slates record the formula for a certain witchcraft potion. Especially there was the limited effectiveness of the witchcraft potion described by Neville.

As for the seed...

Enzo smiled at Amy's concern. "Amy, this seed is not ordinary. It seems to be a guide to sowhere... perhaps it will bring unexpected rewards."

Amy didn't press further objections.

Even during the rainy season, there were many matters to attend to in the tribe. After spending a mont with Enzo, Amy returned to the dedicated council chamber to handle the tribe's affairs over the next few days.

...

Inside the bamboo tower, Enzo took out the black seed and infused it with totemic power.

The brilliant light illuminated once again.

Enzo sensed his consciousness being drawn, as if passing through ethereal clouds, arriving at a strange place where he once again saw an ancient stone door.

This ti, he approached and chose to push it open.

The stone door swung open, revealing a palace built of massive stones. Inside, various stone utensils were arranged, and a group of people were engaged in discussion. The leader, clad in a linen robe and wielding the scepter of the barren mountain, exuded imnse power but wore a troubled expression, as if facing a formidable challenge.

However, they seed unaware of Enzo's arrival and continued their deliberations.

What was going on?

Enzo observed cautiously as a voice suddenly narrated in his ear, "Priest Maude of the Barren Mountain Tribe is discussing how to prevent an impending disaster. They plan to sacrifice their people, using the power of the scepter of the barren mountain to advance the Totem Fire once more, condensing it into the fla of the soul."

"Unfortunately, they failed."

"Even if Maude successfully advanced the Totem Fire into the fla of the soul and ascended to the Level.6 priest, they still could not avert the impending catastrophe."

"As a result, the mighty Barren Mountain Tribe was destroyed."

"The great stone tablet of the barren mountain, 'Lord Bookstaver,' could only sleep in the soul world until your arrival!"

"kid, you have successfully awakened , Lord Bookstaver. I have decided to make you my first follower. You should consider this an honor and cheer for the greatness and nobility of Lord Bookstaver!"

"kid, what are you doing—"

The clamor abruptly ceased, and the illusory figures in the palace vanished.

At that mont, Enzo found himself holding a book.

This book was carved from special stone, with a cover depicting a childlike face currently scowling and muttering, "Hey kid, let go of , you're pressing on my nose!"

Enzo looked at the book with curiosity. "A talking book? This is the first ti I've seen such a thing."

Bookstaver wriggled out of Enzo's grasp and floated in the air, speaking nacingly, "Show so respect! Address as Lord Bookstaver, or else... I'll... I'll smash your head!"

Smash his head?

It was a threat that lacked any real nace.

Enzo grabbed Bookstaver again, showing what a real threat looked like, and said, "You're Bookstaver, right? I want you to tell where we are and explain what you were just talking about. Otherwise, I don't mind crushing your body, grinding them into powder, and scattering them into the lakes."

Bookstaver scread, "You... You're truly a malicious person!"

Enzo chuckled, raising Bookstaver's essence—the stone tablet of the barren mountain—and prepared to smash it towards the ground palace floor. Just as it was about to make contact, Bookstaver cried out in terror, "Stop, please, I'll talk!"

Bookstaver, filled with grief and indignation.

He asked reluctantly, "How did you discover ?"

Enzo replied instinctively, "Didn't you fly over here and keep whispering in my ear?"

"Impossible. I'm invisible here!" Bookstaver countered, but then realized a possibility. The sealed stone pages suddenly flipped open, revealing Enzo's na on the title page. Overwheld with joy, Bookstaver began flipping the pages frantically, bursting into excited shouts, "Great master, Bookstaver has finally awaited your arrival!"

Finished, it clung directly to Enzo.

Bookstaver's sudden change left Enzo bewildered.

But since it referred to itself as the master...

Enzo attempted to command, "Bookstaver, tell everything you know."

Bookstaver promptly replied, "Yes, great master!"

It continued, "This is a long history involving the most powerful tribe in the barren mountain region..."

Through Bookstaver's narrative, Enzo finally understood what the black seed guiding him was, and learned the details of the downfall of the Barren Mountain Tribe...

Eight hundred years ago, the Barren Mountain Tribe ruled the barren mountain region.

However, disaster struck without warning. When the full moon hung in the sky, mbers of the Barren Mountain Tribe would transform into monsters and turn on each other.

No one knew how this disaster ca about.

In just one night, a quarter of the Barren Mountain Tribe perished.

And the disaster continued.

To halt the catastrophe, the tribe's priest, Maude, convened a eting and decided to sacrifice their people, advancing the Totem Fire into the fla of the soul, in an attempt to counter the curse-like disaster.

Clearly, the disaster was not halted.

At the end of his life, Maude finally glimpsed the source of this disaster, but he was unable to communicate this knowledge. He condensed the remaining fla of the soul of the Barren Mountain Tribe and all his strength into the stone tablet of the barren mountain, sending it into the soul world. He cast out the scepter of the barren mountain and left behind nurous soul seeds—such as the black seed Enzo had obtained.

The owner of the soul seed could enter the soul world consciously and find the stone tablet of the barren mountain.

After gaining enough power, the owner of the soul seed could use the stone tablet of the barren mountain to understand the source of the disaster.

For eight hundred years, Enzo was the first person to arrive.

Upon hearing Bookstaver's account, Enzo's expression grew serious, and he asked, "What do you an by 'the fla of the soul' and descriptions like 'Level.6 priest'?"

Bookstaver froze, questioning, "You... don't know? Then how did you advance?"

Enzo frowned, "Are you talking about totem advancent?"

Now, Bookstaver confird sothing: the Enzo before him possessed incredibly unusual talents. These talents were so powerful that they triggered the chanism left behind by Maude—forcing recognition as master. However, Enzo was completely ignorant of the basic knowledge regarding the inheritance of priestly powers.

"Where did this guy co from, exactly? So small tribe?"

Bookstaver wondered aloud.

It explained, "When a tribe is ford, the most initial fla of the soul is born under the influence of the souls of all tribe mbers. As the tribe grows stronger, the tribal fire evolves into the Totem Fire. Upon further advancent, the Totem Fire becos the fla of the soul. If the fla of the soul evolves further, it becos what's rumored to be the divine fire. However, no tribe has ever condensed divine fire, and whether divine fire can continue to evolve further is unknown."

"As for the inheritance of priestly powers, it is similarly divided into ranks from Level.1 to Level.9."

"However, there's a significant difference between the advancent of power and the advancent of tribal fire. The inheritance of priestly powers is fixed. For instance, if a priest who controls the power of water advances, their ability will not change to controlling fire. The tribal fire, on the other hand, is different. After advancing, it might undergo special changes."

Upon hearing this, Enzo's expression turned peculiar, and he asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Bookstaver looked proud, "I'm absolutely certain. When it cos to the inheritance of priestly powers, I'm an expert."