After analyzing the remaining information, Loran Hill slowly woke up from his immersion, and the prayer ceremony was coming to an end.

She could sense the existence of a special god in the north. Its existence was somewhat similar to that of an angel, but not exactly. It felt like it had some shadows of artificial AI. It seemed that at the end of the Sun of the Divine Wings, some technology from the glorious era had been restored. At least at the same time, Firal was still troubled by the intelligence of the World Tree, wasting a lot of energy and time.

The dragon vein in the east seemed a little heavy, as if it was being deliberately suppressed. This should be the method of "Kunlun Yuting". Loran Hill did not care. As she continued to awaken the dormant and stagnant magic power in the dragon vein and make it flow back into the main vein, the surging magic power washed all the way. Even those in the east who came to suppress it intentionally could not resist it. These people still underestimated the methods of Wu Fengshi.

At the same time, in the distant eastern continents, scorching red clouds of light erupted from various areas, knocking down many suppressive buildings, objects, or witches.

Amidst the exclamations and rushing around, the local dragon veins became unblocked again, and the mana and magic power from various states were sucked in like water by a whale, and then entered the huge circulation of this dragon vein.

Outside Beifu Mountain.

The area was originally in the midst of a severe winter. The biting cold wind that swept across the sky and the earth gradually weakened. The hard hail and ice debris in the air gradually turned into soft floating snowflakes and fell down. For a moment, the whistling sound disappeared and the world became quiet again.

The foreign men, women, young and old who lived at the foot of the leeward mountain carefully crawled out of the thick felt tents, looked at the gradually dying wind outside and the slowly falling snow, with smiles of surprise and joy on their faces, and stretched out their hands to catch the falling white snowflakes. Even the cold snowflakes made their palms feel a little warm.

"Snow Wolf God, thank you for your kindness and mercy, which makes this winter no longer cold." As they spoke, they prostrated themselves in the soft snow, constantly bowing and praying.

Such a scene also happened in various places in the cold and barren land of the north. These foreign tribes outside the Great Wall did not believe in the Five Phoenixes, but they also had their own objects of worship, the origin of which might be some dragon veins and strange beasts in ancient times. Now that the temperature is gradually warming up, everyone's hearts are filled with gratitude, and they pray to the various gods in their memories.

Inside the water of Zhuzhou.

"Old man, there is no food left at home..." In the dilapidated house, two old men sat alone at home, and their voices were particularly weak.

"It's okay... cough... I'll go out and look for her." The old man lightly shook hands with the person next to him with his dry and rough hands. The old man leaned on his crutches, bent his waist and walked slowly towards the door.

After opening the door, he seemed stunned for a while before speaking.

"Old woman... cough cough... am I dazzled? It seems like there are some grass growing in the fields and some flowers blooming." There was a tremor in her voice and her breathing was a little rapid.

"Are you hallucinating too? I dreamed yesterday that the fairy brought us food again." The old woman in the house pursed her lips and walked to the door with heavy steps.

"This..." She rubbed her eyes, seeming a little unbelievable.

"It seems like the flowers are really blooming. Oh, there's also the sound of water. Did you hear it, old man? It's the sound of water." As she said that, she walked quickly out of the house and headed towards the high ground at the entrance of the village, where she could overlook the dry river below.

"Slow down, you almost bumped into me." The old man followed behind, limping to his lover's side, and then stared blankly at the rippling river below. The clear mountain spring water washed the pale goose-warm stones, and small bubbles emerged from time to time.

"Water, water is coming, ah, hahaha, haha." He laughed and tears came down, then he sat on the ground, wiping his tears. The warm liquid moistened the dry cracks on his face, and his withered cheeks reflected the world in front of him vaguely with a bright glow.

Min Zezhou, Lei Xiaze.

The black palace was built in the area surrounded by swamps. The descendants of the god of thunder, covered in black, beat the drums in front of them. Every time the drumsticks made of the bones of thunder-swallowing beasts hit the drums, lightning would be emitted. The lightning would seep into the ground and stimulate the local dragon veins. Although the effect was limited, it was better than having no other options.

On the high platform, Jie Zhuyan, dressed in a gorgeous black phoenix robe, held a black lotus stone lamp in her hand and chanted ancient sacrificial texts, constantly attracting the dragon veins of the seven continents of Lei. At the same time, a light purple phoenix fire mark shone between her eyebrows.

Below, hundreds of witches were chanting in unison and casting spells to assist Jie Zhuyan on the platform. Among them was a special witch, with a faint purple light flashing in her eyes, echoing the mark on Jie Zhuyan's forehead.

"Although I can't reach the level of the Five Phoenixes, I can still change the dragon veins of the Seven Continents of Lei." Yi Miaoxin (Ningyou) said this to Jie Zhuyan that day.

"I hope you can become the phoenix of Youxin Kingdom and make it stronger."

"I was picked up by Sister Lu when I was very young and grew up by her side most of the time. I wanted to inherit her will, so I did a lot of wrong things in the past and was blamed by Sister Suqin."

"Compared to me, your character is more suitable to be the ruler of a country, so I am willing to support you and even share some of my power and even my life with you."

"I only hope that this poisonous land of Baiyue can return to a land of clear lakes and rivers."

Recalling what Yi Miaoxin said in her ear a few days ago, Jie Zhuyan continued the ritual, her emotions fluctuating. This seemed to be the first time she felt uneasy after refining the Bingche Calming Gu. Occasionally, Yi Miaoxin's words flashed through her mind, and occasionally, scenes from her childhood flashed through her mind.

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