All of me
Yunxiu wanted to struggle, but found that his body seemed to be fixed. The divine power in his body suddenly became stagnant and he couldn't even mobilize it.
She could feel the divine power from Zhihuan's fingertips drilling into her body through her shoulders. The power was hot and overbearing, as if it wanted to force the divine power out of her body.
She looked up at Zhi Huan and suddenly found a faint white light flowing in his eyes - that was the light of divine power, much stronger than in Qinglan Sect, as if he had absorbed some power again.
"Your divine power..." Yunxiu was stunned.
"Could it be that you absorb power by killing people?"
Zhi Huan did not deny it. Holding Yun Xiu in his hand, he walked towards the depths of the cave.
"To revive the ancient gods, the power within you alone is not enough. The divine power of those immortals was originally given by the ancient gods, and now it is simply being returned to its original owner."
Yunxiu struggled to look at Yanxiu.
The latter was still thrown by Zhi Huan on the black stone beside her, her face still pale, not even a frown moved. She wanted to go over to take a look, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she was controlled by Zhi Huan.
"Do you care about him a lot?" Zhi Huan said with a smile.
Yunxiu raised an eyebrow: "He is my senior brother. At least I am not as ruthless as you."
Zhi Huan sneered and didn't respond. The grip on his hand didn't move at all.
Helplessly, Yunxiu could only follow Zhihuan into the depths of the cave.
The further you go in, the brighter the fluorescence of the rock wall becomes, and the stronger the burnt bitter smell in the air becomes. You can even smell a faint scent of sandalwood, as if someone has been offering sacrifices here all year round.
After walking for about half a cup of tea, the space in front suddenly opened up, and a huge figure appeared in front of them - it was a statue carved from blue-black volcanic rock, more than ten feet high, occupying most of the space in the cave.
The face of the statue is as clear as that of a living person, with compassion between his eyebrows and eyes, and a sense of majesty that looks down on all living beings, and his hands are in a seal.
The palm of his left hand faces downward, as if pressing down an erupting volcano; the palm of his right hand faces forward, as if pushing away a surging tsunami; his feet are firmly on the ground, as if supporting the cracked earth.
The base of the statue is engraved with circles of patterns, and golden light flows in the patterns.
Yunxiu looked carefully and found that the pattern was actually the pattern of three disasters.
——On the left is the line of a volcanic eruption, on the right is the curve of the waves, and in the middle is a crack in the ground. Golden light flows through these lines, as if the power of an ancient god is suppressing the disaster.
There were ancient characters engraved on the base. Yunxiu didn't recognize them, but something in her body was resonating wildly. The characters seemed to come alive, and their meaning emerged in her mind:
"Bear the calamity with your body, and suppress the disaster with your soul. When the divine power returns to its place, the world will be forever peaceful."
"This is the statue of the ancient god." Zhi Huan walked to the statue and looked up at it.
"Ever since the ancient god's soul shattered, this statue has been dormant here, sustained by the divine power remaining underground. Until now, it has finally found its master."
He turned and looked at Yunxiu: "Yunxiu, hand over your divine power and allow the Ancient God to revive. If you wish, I can preserve your consciousness and let you follow the Ancient God. Watch him suppress the Three Calamities once again, and watch as all living things in the world worship him again. Then, you will be a god revered by all."
Yunxiu took a step back, crossed his arms, and immediately sneered, "He's dead, yet he's still 'revered by thousands'."
Zhi Huan's face darkened. He took a step forward, and the rock wall in the cave began to shake violently, with gravel falling down. Even the patterns on the base of the statue were dazzlingly bright.
"Xiaoyou...I gave you a chance."
"Thank you." Yunxiu responded subconsciously and watched coldly.
In fact, her heart was beating very fast.
She could feel that Zhihuan's divine power was much stronger than before, as if the power in the statue was nourishing him.
She subconsciously mobilized the divine power in her body, trying to fight against him, but as soon as she mobilized it, she found that the divine power in her body seemed to be absorbed by the statue, and did not listen to her command at all. Instead, it rushed towards the direction of the statue, just like magma flowing to a lower place.
Zhi Huan seemed to know what she was thinking and said:
"The gods can sense your divine power. As long as you are here, your divine power cannot be controlled by you. It belongs to my god and must naturally return to him."
He stretched out his hand, and a golden light condensed from his fingertips and shot towards the palm of the statue's left hand.
"Ungrateful... Everyone is the same."
The golden light fell on the palm of the statue, and the statue suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The seal on the palm became clearer, and a golden vortex emerged from the palm and hung in the air.
Countless images flashed in the vortex, and the suction force of the golden vortex suddenly increased.
Yunxiu felt that the light in front of her eyes was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes. The vibration sound of the acupoints in her ears and Zhihuan's sneer were instantly drained away, and replaced by an extreme feeling of weightlessness - like being swept into a turbulent river, her body spinning uncontrollably, but her consciousness was extremely clear, and she could clearly capture every subtle touch around her.
When she finally calmed down and opened her eyes, what she saw was not the rock walls and statues in the cave, but a sky covered by volcanic ash.
The gray-black smoke covered the sky, and even the sun was reduced to a blurry halo. The air was filled with a pungent, bitter smell, and every breath made my throat burn.
She looked down and found that her hands had become rough and black, with dirt and volcanic ash embedded in the gaps between her fingers. She was wearing a patched coarse cloth and was holding a warm little body tightly in her arms - a child about five or six years old, with a pale face, timidly clutching the corner of her clothes, her voice trembling:
"Mother, the volcano is erupting again...will we die?"
"No." He almost blurted out these words, his voice hoarse.
But Yunxiu herself was stunned - this was not her voice, nor was it her thought, but more like the instinct of the original owner of this body.
She could feel the fatigue of this body, her back was burning from the magma, the ground beneath her feet was still shaking slightly, and a loud "boom" came from the distance, it was the crater spewing out gravel again.
"Mother, look!"
The child suddenly pointed forward. Yunxiu looked in the direction he pointed and saw a huge crack slowly spreading on the hillside not far away. Scalding hot steam was coming out of the crack, as if it was going to tear the ground apart completely.
What was even more terrifying was that on the sea in the east, a huge deep blue wave was rushing towards the shore. The wave was higher than the tallest thatched house in the village, and it was rolling up broken masts and broken wood, with great momentum.
"Run!" Yunxiu roared instinctively, but found that this body did the same.
She picked up her child and ran to the only high ground in the village. Along the way were panicked villagers, some carrying their elderly parents on their backs, and some carrying their only food.
The cries and screams mixed with the roar of the volcanic eruption created a scene of hell on earth.
Yunxiu could clearly feel the fear—perhaps it was infected, perhaps it was an animal instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. But it wasn't for herself, but for the child in her arms and the village behind her.
But even though he was scared, he did not stop. When he saw an old man fall, he even subconsciously reached out to help the man up and pushed the old man to run to higher ground.
The huge waves were getting closer and closer, and she could already hear the loud sound of the waves hitting the rocks on the shore. The debris from the volcano fell like raindrops. A piece of debris brushed past her arm, leaving a burning wound.
At this moment, she suddenly felt an inexplicable warmth - not the scorching heat of magma, but a soft, soothing warmth that slowly descended from above her head.
She subconsciously looked up and saw a tall figure vaguely emerging from the gray-black smoke. She couldn't see the face clearly, but she felt that the figure was like a mountain, standing firmly between the volcano and the waves.
The next second, a miracle happened. The erupting volcano suddenly stopped, and the crimson lava slowly solidified before the figure, transforming into black rock. The oncoming waves seemed to have hit an invisible dam, forcibly pushing them back into the deep sea. The cracks that had spread across the ground also slowly closed, leaving only a shallow mark.
The villagers were all stunned. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed in the direction of the figure, muttering the word "God" vaguely.
Yunxiu—or rather, this body—also knelt down. The child in her arms stopped crying and looked at the figure with wide eyes.
She could feel the warm power still flowing, not only healing the wounds on her body but also making the ground beneath her feet solid again.
But before she could see the figure clearly, the scene in front of her suddenly distorted, like crumpled drawing paper. The crying and praying in her ears gradually disappeared, and the feeling of weightlessness came over her again.
When I opened my eyes again, the glaring sunlight was blocked, replaced by a gentle darkness. Not the dead silence of the cave, but a warm, veiled darkness. The fragrance of grass, trees, and earth lingered at my nose, without the choking bitterness of volcanic ash.
She subconsciously raised her hand to rub her eyes, but felt a soft silk ribbon wrapped around her eyes. The texture was delicate, and the edges were embroidered with very faint blue patterns. Her fingertips slid down the silk ribbon and touched a cold wooden stick - the stick was smooth, obviously having been rubbed for a long time, and a small, dull crystal was embedded in the top of the stick.
"Awake?" A gentle voice came from not far away, with a smile, "Just now I saw you leaning against the stone railing, lost in thought, and I thought you were asleep."
Yunxiu was stunned—this wasn't her voice, but the words flowed out naturally from her throat, with the clearness that was unique to youth:
"I didn't sleep. I was just thinking about the mountaintop."
This was not Yunxiu's answer, it was more like the reaction of this body.
"There's no point in thinking about it," another voice replied, a bit helplessly. "The villagers down there only come to thank us for stopping the earthquake, but they don't even remember the gods on the mountaintop."
Yunxiu "looked" in the direction of the sound - not with his eyes, but with the faint white light at his fingertips.
The light was like a net woven from fine silk threads, slowly spreading out, clearly reflecting the surrounding scene in her mind.
She stood halfway up Yaoxi Mountain, her feet treading on moss-covered bluestone steps. Three figures in plain robes sat in a stone pavilion beside the steps. A round-faced immortal held a bamboo basket filled with sweet, red fruits. Another tall, thin immortal frowned, his gaze fixed on the mountaintop.
"Junior-Martial-Sister Yuwei, don't worry too much." The round-faced immortal turned to her and handed the bamboo basket towards her. "Try some? These are wild fruits the villagers just gave them as a thank you for helping them find the medicinal fields buried in the earthquake."
"Yuwei?" Yunxiu's heart skipped a beat. The name was like a pebble dropped into water, creating a faint ripple.
"Is it Senior Brother Yu Wei?"
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