Song Jiao stood on the altar with a frown on her face. She felt that this so-called heaven's way was simply a joke.
There was a problem with reincarnation, the birth rate of newborns dropped sharply, and the reincarnation of the world was interfered with by some unknown force. Such a major thing was not informed in advance by the Heavenly Dao, which made her feel that the Heavenly Dao's IQ might not be very high.
There may even be bigger loopholes.
She glared at Tiandao, who seemed a little embarrassed under her gaze and could only smile awkwardly, "Um, Lord God, can you see if this matter can be resolved? I really have no other options."
Song Jiao waved her hand and said impatiently, "Come on, kneel down and pay your respects!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a purple cloud suddenly appeared in the sky above the altar.
Amidst the clouds and mist, the space seemed to be torn apart, and two strange tentacles crawled out from the cracks and waved in the air.
Faced with this sudden vision, the crowd fell silent.
Even though these tentacles are not humanoid, the people present still regard them as gods. As long as they can survive, they are willing to believe in any salvation.
Song Jiao flashed and instantly moved to the side of the altar.
As soon as the magic vine in her hand unfolded, the two tentacles quickly retracted as if sensing some terrible power, and then disappeared into the void without leaving a trace.
"Host, the void can detect magic and all energy fluctuations." Tuanzi explained on the side.
Song Jiao's face was as gloomy as water, "Can it even feel energy fluctuations? This void is really not simple!" She thought to herself that this void has probably existed for more than a hundred years, at least several hundred years.
How could one have such keen perception without hundreds of years of accumulation?
The disturbances on the altar gradually subsided, but people's emotions could not calm down for a long time.
Countless people were crying and asking why this happened.
Afterwards, several major families held a triennial meeting.
As the legitimate daughter, Song Jiao naturally participated in it.
Bai Lan stood beside the head of the Bai family, her eyes always on Song Jiao.
She always felt that this woman was far more than she seemed, and seemed to be hiding deeper secrets.
Song Jiao felt Bai Lan's gaze, turned around and smiled, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
The meeting officially began, with the Tang family's head speaking first. "In response to the recent surge in disappearances, we must take more effective measures. This has caused panic among the people. As one of the seven great families, we have a responsibility and obligation to resolve this problem."
The head of the Ning family disagreed: "This kind of situation only happened when evil cultivators appeared in history.
The evil cultivators sacrificed human beings, and their power should not be underestimated. We need to proceed with caution."
The Bai family patriarch pondered for a moment before speaking, "We can't rush this matter. We must consider it carefully. What are the identities and backgrounds of those who disappeared?"
Father Lan took over the conversation: "After investigation, those who disappeared were all those who were resurrected twenty years ago."
This news made everyone present fall into deep thought.
Twenty years ago, those who had died were resurrected one after another under the worship of their relatives. Although they lost some memories after resurrection, this miracle still caused a sensation at the time.
Since then, whenever someone dies, the family members will go to the altar to pray and worship, hoping that their loved one can be resurrected.
However, they never delved into the reasons behind this.
Now, the altar that once brought them hope has become a source of fear.
Those who were resurrected disappeared again, causing people to begin to doubt the truth behind it all.
The hall was filled with a heavy atmosphere.
"This won't work, and that won't work! But you've also seen that no one has died since the altar was built!" The head of the Zhang family looked at everyone irritably, his brows furrowed, obviously very dissatisfied with the current predicament.
A family elder retorted solemnly, "But no one died, and those who were resurrected almost never had children. Don't you see the problem?"
The atmosphere once again grew heavy and silent. This question weighed on everyone's heart like a huge rock, making it difficult to breathe.
Song Jiao sneered in this oppressive atmosphere, thinking to herself: "It would be strange if anyone could be born." Although this altar could bring people back to life, it disrupted the natural law of reincarnation.
At this moment, Tuanzi's voice rang out in Song Jiao's mind: "Host, Lan Yiying set up an altar herself and begged the void to make Wang Hao better. It seems to have succeeded."
Song Jiao narrowed her eyes when she heard this, and thought to herself: Isn't this just trying to devour the hero's soul?
Controlling the male protagonist is equivalent to gaining the luck of this world.
It has been confirmed that Lan Yiying is really in love.
At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open by a powerful cultivator, and a figure appeared in front of everyone like lightning.
The man's eyes were flashing with purple light. It was Wang Hao, whom Lan Yiying prayed for recovery.
Wang Hao's eyes swept through the crowd and finally fell on Song Jiao.
A strange smile appeared on his face, and then he rushed towards Song Jiao with his sword in hand.
Song Jiao reacted quickly. She raised her hand and the God-Slaying Sword appeared in her hand.
She gripped the hilt tightly, facing Wang Hao's attack. The two swords collided fiercely in the air, making a sharp metallic sound.
"What? Still want revenge?" Song Jiao asked coldly, while waving her sword to block Wang Hao's another fierce attack.
Wang Hao did not answer, but continued to attack.
His swordsmanship is sharp and brutal, and every move is a deadly killing move.
Song Jiao seemed to be at ease in the face of Wang Hao's fierce attack.
Her agile body movements were like a light butterfly dancing in the air, easily dodging every attack from Wang Hao.
Although Wang Hao was very powerful, his attacks always missed in front of Song Jiao, as if he was hitting a ball of cotton.
"Is this all you can do?" Song Jiao laughed contemptuously, her voice full of provocation.
Wang Hao was enraged. He roared, swung the sword in his hand, and launched a more violent attack on Song Jiao.
However, no matter how fierce his attack was, Song Jiao was always able to dodge it easily. She was teasing Wang Hao like a dog.
"It seems you really want to kill me." Song Jiao said teasingly while dodging the attack, "Unfortunately, you're too slow."
Wang Hao's face turned red with anger. He roared and rushed towards Song Jiao again.
This time, he used all his strength, trying to knock Song Jiao down in one fell swoop.
However, Song Jiao seemed to have anticipated this and with a light turn, she dodged Wang Hao's attack again.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful." Song Jiao shook her head and sighed, "You can't hit me like this."
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