"Great Hunting God, this is the blood feast that your humble and devout followers offer to you!"
"Please bless your followers, so that this hunt may be bountiful!"
"The great hunting moment... "
A Totem, shrouded in golden and red, vast and majestic, with several ferocious beasts crouched beneath it, opened its crimson eyes after hearing these prayers, its eyes full of confusion,
"Where am I...?"
Yan Whitehall opened his eyes and heard the prayers in his ears, and instantly became bewildered,
"Did I travel to a different world?"
"And I became the Totem of an indigenous tribe?"
"Am I going to live the miserable life of drinking blood from soft fur and fearing to be assimilated into a beast by the tribe's faith?"
Before Yan Whitehall had time to think carefully, a large amount of memory emerged in his mind.
After a few seconds, this powerful body digested these memories easily, without causing any pain to Yan Whitehall.