Chapter 340: Shadow of the Sacred Tree
The Bu Shen people have already circled around this forest many times and tried all kinds of methods, but none of them worked.
A tree this big cannot fit into the Qiankun bag. Even if it does, if only a root is left after being chopped down, and you take the root away, the tree will definitely not survive.
It is not realistic to bring seeds or saplings, because in the current state, the holy tree has not yet produced seeds, and the saplings cannot be grown.
In desperation, Ling Qing's last straw is Mo Jiuwei.
When Mo Jiuwei heard Ling Qing say that she definitely had a way, she did not deny it.
Mo Jiuwei also asked Master Xu to hand over a map to Ling Qing. The route on the map was very suitable for the Bu Shen clan, and the Shuo clan's Tianluo tree was on the route on the map.
They were able to find the sacred tree in the short time that the secret realm was opened. This was originally arranged and instructed by Mo Jiuwei, so she naturally had a way to deal with it.
So she nodded and said, "I can help you take it away."
"real?"
"Very good!"
"God bless our Divine Clan!"
All the tribesmen, including Ling Qing, were moved to tears by these words. Some even knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Jiuwei and the sacred tree.
Their life as a tribe of fortune tellers was truly difficult. Just because they could predict what would happen in the future, they offended so many forces and were driven away, leaving behind only their homes.
Many of the tribesmen died or scattered, and now only a few of them are left.
In fact, this secret skill of the tribe was originally just for the tribe members to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. The divination was nothing more than what the weather would be like tomorrow, whether it was suitable for the tribe members to go out, whether it was safe, etc.
But people in the world are very greedy. When they learn that they have this ability, they ask them to predict more things: what they can do to get rich, whether they can kill someone they want to kill, etc.
As time went by, some things changed, and they, the Divine God Clan, seemed to have become a knife in the hands of some people.
Sensing the abnormality, the members of the Divine Clan wanted to stay away from the trouble, but it was too late.
When they had the intention to withdraw, those forces could not tolerate disobedience and were even more afraid that they would reveal their secrets, so they threatened to recruit them and kill them at the same time.
For this reason, there is a rule in the new clan rules of the Divine God Clan: only tell fortunes for people with whom you are destined to be with, and do not tell fortunes about things that are against the will of heaven and earth.
They have been hiding from the world for these years, but even so they are still targeted by the Wind-Chasing Clan. If it weren't for the help of Mo Jiuwei and the Xianlai Sect, they would have been wiped out long ago.
After that, their lives got better day by day, and now even the sacred tree can...
Ling Qing's eyes were as bright as precious gems washed by water. He stared at Mo Jiuwei closely, with some excitement and uncertainty in his tone, "Really?"
"Yes, it's true." Mo Jiuwei's eyes were fixed on the Shuo clan's Tianluo tree, "It's time for the things that belong to your Bu Shen clan to return to their place."
Ling Qing was shocked. For some reason, these words made his soul tremble, as if something was resonating with him.
"Now, each of you should stand in front of a sacred tree. Please note that only one person can stand in front of a sacred tree. After you stand, cut your middle finger and smear the blood on your forehead. Then close your eyes, use your spiritual power, and repeat your clan oath."
Mo Jiuwei said something and these people did it.
Soon, these members of the Divine God tribe separated and stood in front of the sacred tree, with a trace of blood on their foreheads.
They were chanting their clan oath softly. Due to their skills, each of them had a faint green aura, and the green aura was the most obvious.
Their voices came in waves, spreading out in circles and surrounding the sacred tree in front of them.
They couldn't see it with their eyes closed, but Mo Jiuwei saw it first -
These sacred trees were so huge that even ordinary wind could not shake their branches and leaves. At this moment, they were gently shaking their leaves, making a small rustling sound.
At first, these rustling sounds sound like wind, but when the sounds gather together, the rustling sounds become louder and extremely obvious.
Ling Qing moved his ears and was the first to realize something.
His heart moved, and then his voice became louder.
Other members of the tribe also discovered the abnormality one after another. Everyone wanted to open their eyes and see what was going on, but when they thought of Mo Jiuwei's words, they controlled their temper and forced themselves to continue.
“Hmm…”
Ling Qing was reciting, but suddenly he felt something touching his forehead. He subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a scene that made his eyes widen -
A branch came in front of him at some point, with the tip pointing to his forehead.
Then, he felt a pain on his forehead; it turned out that the tip had pierced his skin!
Ling Qing endured the pain, without any fear or avoidance. On the contrary, he was full of excitement to welcome what was about to happen -
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up!
There was clearly no wind here, but the wind came anyway, and the tree in front of Ling Qing was shaking particularly violently.
The branch with a little bit of his blood shrank back, and then the blood spread from the branch to the tree trunk. A very light pink color appeared on the surface of the tree trunk, forming a faint shadow.
Ling Qing opened his eyes wide and saw with his own eyes the shadow of the tree moving towards him, getting closer and closer.
The moment he touched him, he felt a burning sensation on his forehead, and the shadow of the tree was actually absorbed by the wound on his forehead!
When he disappeared, all the wounds on Ling Qing's forehead had healed, without even a trace of blood left, but a light red mark like a tree branch was left behind.
Ling Qing reached out and touched it, and felt almost nothing special, but he could feel that he was vaguely connected to the sacred tree!
Ling Qing was about to ask Mo Jiuwei something when she heard some noise beside her.
The same thing happened to another member of the tribe, and this time Lingqing saw it with his own eyes.
“The shadow of the sacred tree… I see, this is the shadow of the sacred tree!”
Ling Qing murmured, his eyes shining brightly.
The records about the sacred tree are too old, and the Lingqing tribe was busy escaping, so it is inevitable that some important books were lost.
Because of this, the tribesmen’s understanding of the sacred tree is very limited. Apart from knowing roughly its appearance and its compatibility with the tribesmen, there is only a four-character description, which they cannot understand.
Those four words were: Shadow of the Sacred Tree.
It seems that only by doing this can one truly share its fate and gain the recognition and blessing of the sacred tree.
But these four words are so vague and ethereal that no matter how people interpret them, they cannot truly understand their meaning, let alone achieve it.
Today, after seeing the sacred tree, they also tried to figure out the meaning of these four words, but still to no avail.
And now, he finally understood.
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