After Simultaneously Dating Four Male Leads, I Faced a Shuraba

Yan Baibai thought she had transmigrated into a male lead's upgrade and face-slapping "cool" novel. After being awakened by the system, she was forced to undertake tasks to advance the ...

Chapter 85: The Choice of the Saint of Years

"Although I have lived for tens of thousands of years, I still don't understand your human emotions." The ancient wisdom tree's old voice came again, and he continued: "I don't understand why his resentment is so difficult to eliminate. It is obvious that the Shenxiu clan is now no different from being exterminated."

"Senior, could you please explain things more clearly? Please." Yan Baibai looked at the Ancient Wisdom Tree sincerely. She really needed this information. If she failed, the world would be destroyed.

The ancient wise tree originally didn't want to say too much, but when it looked into Yan Baibai's eyes, it found that she had a familiar feeling at the moment, which reminded it of the time ten thousand years ago when the saint took responsibility for the lives of the entire tribe.

Anyway, whether this thing will succeed depends on today, so there is no harm in speaking out. Thinking this way, the ancient wise tree decided to speak out.

"The Saint is the supreme being in the hearts of every member of the Shenxiu clan. From birth, the Shenxiu clan is instilled with the idea that 'the Saint is the hope of the Shenxiu clan'. In fact, this is also the case."

The Ancient Wisdom Tree sighed and continued, "Tens of thousands of years ago, the Shenxiu clan's prophecy stone predicted that the Shenxiu clan would face a major crisis in the future, and the saint chosen by the prophecy stone would want to bring a glimmer of hope to the Shenxiu clan."

"Ten thousand years ago, the Saintess of Years and Moons encountered the crisis foretold by the prophecy stone. However, at that time, the high priests of the Shenxiu clan discovered that besides the Saintess, there was another person who could also resolve this crisis."

"The Saint has been loved and supported by everyone for so many years. Although everyone knew at that time that sacrificing herself to save the tribe was her mission, when everyone knew that sacrificing another person could also save the tribe, no one wanted the Saint to sacrifice herself for them."

The river in front of the small village suddenly began to rise. In order to escape, everyone had to quickly cut down trees to build boats. There was a large tree in the village, large enough for the villagers to build boats. The villagers had worshipped and cared for it for generations, and now they all knew the purpose of their ancestors asking them to care for the tree.

Suddenly, someone found another big tree that could replace the big tree in the village. So everyone chose this big tree. As for the one in the village, they were reluctant to give it up.

The human heart is biased when it grows out; that is human nature.

"How could Saint Nian Yue agree to such a thing? After learning about this, she resolutely fulfilled her responsibilities."

"After the Saint of Years and Moons sacrificed herself, the situation should have calmed down as predicted by the prophecy stone. However... that man, who possessed the same abilities as the Saint and deeply loved her, somehow summoned the disaster back."

"The space you are in now was preserved by all the mighty men of the Shenxiu clan ten thousand years ago, after devoting their entire lives to it. However, after ten thousand years, the resentment of that man has prevented all the clan members from waking up."

When the two trees become people with emotions, things will change drastically.

"For ten thousand years, I have been searching for someone who can break this situation. However..." The Ancient Wisdom Tree's voice seemed to have grown even older. It continued, "I didn't expect so many people to come this time. I just hope you won't let me down."

"Senior, those cultivators in the past..." Shi Lidan asked with courage.

"If no one succeeds, your souls will be trapped in the Dream Realm, and even I won't be able to send you out." The ancient wise tree's tone was calm. It seemed that he had explained it so many times that he had become numb.

"Senior, many cultivators came to this secret realm some time ago. You didn't capture them. Was it to lure more people in?" A cultivator below couldn't help but ask. After all, he was young, and the anger in his tone was not hidden.

"Hmm?" The Ancient Wisdom Tree replied somewhat puzzledly, "Did someone come here some time ago?"

"Senior, you are very powerful. There is no need to hide such a small matter from us." The cultivator who asked the question saw the Ancient Wisdom Tree's reaction and felt that it was teasing him. He became even more frustrated. He said angrily: "Anyway, the entire cultivation world will see what happened here today. No more cultivators will come here in the future."

"Really? That's fine too."

The ancient wise tree has not changed at all, and even has a bit more melancholy and relief.

The monk who asked the question felt as powerless as if he had punched cotton.

The people in the Five Finger Mountain Hall watched everything unfold, sighing silently. They all knew that if no one could complete the mission given by the Ancient Wisdom Tree, not only would they not be able to return, but even the Shenxiu Clan within the secret realm would disappear, as the Ancient Wisdom Tree, which maintained everything, would not survive another thousand years.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the water curtain, and everyone's attention was drawn to the picture above the water curtain.

In front of a huge altar, the altar is in the shape of a circular protrusion. There are four huge pillars around the altar. On the pillars stand tall figures wearing jade masks and gorgeous and complicated clothes.

There was a crowd of people under the altar. It turned out to be the densely packed Shenxiu clan. They were kneeling around the altar, with their fingertips touching each other and placed flat on their chests, their eyes closed, and they were chanting complicated spells softly.

An ancient and mysterious chant filled the entire space, slowly drifting toward the center of the altar. Atop the altar stood a man and a woman in pure white robes, gazing at each other and confronting each other.

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