"Good child, don't rush."
In the dream, everything around was shrouded in gray, and there was only himself in the world, along with that omnipresent voice.
"Who are you? I recognize your voice!"
Zhenru stood still, her face calm and composed, looking straight ahead, and shouted a question.
The voice was clearly not malicious, but it also seemed to lack the time to explain the whole story to Zhenru. After capturing Zhenru's attention, it went straight to the point:
"From the depths of the void, I come with my heart to fight alongside you!"
"From the depths of the void, I come with my heart to fight alongside you!"
"From the depths of the void, I come with my heart to fight alongside you!"
This sentence, a departure from its usual gentle and loving tone, is now solemn and firm, brooking no argument, and directly throws the truth out of the dream.
The person wakes up from the dream, but the voice from the dream continues to linger in the person's mind, and it seems to be getting stronger.
It seemed as if he would drive Zhenru crazy if she didn't comply.
Of course, besides the constant noise, that sound also provides Zhenru with directional guidance.
If the direction is correct, the sound will be gentler; if the direction is wrong, it will produce a sharp, popping sound.
If the direction proved correct through testing, it is indeed the direction from the Celestial Realm to the Void.
After much deliberation, Zhenru gritted her teeth and decided to believe that voice.
Of course, before she took action, she sent messages to Qiu Zhengping and other officials in the prefecture, and also informed the various temples.
Over the past few centuries, only Zhenru has been searching for the fragments of the ancestral land, while Qiu Zhengping has been responsible for awakening the prefectural general. Three hundred years ago, he brought good news to Zhenru.
The reconstruction of the temple was naturally entrusted to the people of the Sun Valley Temple, and the results were very gratifying.
As long as these powers are not used to resist the entire divine realm, but rather to meet with the depths of the void, Zhenru believes they are sufficient.
As it turns out, it was indeed sufficient.
When Zhenru, carrying the power of the palace general and the temple, groped and trekked through the void for several years, and finally arrived at the altar deep in the void, the first thing she saw was that beautiful head in the center of the altar.
At first glance, they recognized that the owner of that beautiful head was none other than Wu Ling, the youngest ninth princess of the Golden Crow Clan.
At the same time, it was as if she was sending herself a dream, asking her to come to the depths of the void.
The familiarity with Wu Ling's voice came from the depths of his memory, from the wisp of remnant soul that once lingered on Liu Yunzhao's body.
"You are... Senior Wu Ling?"
Zhenru did not immediately approach the altar, nor did she lower her guard; in fact, she became even more alert.
Wu Ling looked at Zhen Ru with satisfaction, her voice as gentle and loving as in that dream:
"Good child, thank you for your hard work."
Truly, one should bow respectfully and speak humbly:
"Having benefited from the legacy left by our predecessors, it's only right that we work a little harder."
Wu Ling knew that Zhenru was still on guard, so she smiled tolerantly and shook her head, saying:
"Compared to your sacrifices and contributions, those benefits are insignificant. Moreover, the purpose of those benefits is primarily for the restoration of the Golden Crow Clan."
"My affection for you is not just politeness."
Zhenru narrowed his eyes, raised his arms and pressed them back, taking two steps back himself, and looked at the head on the altar, saying:
"If you're not Senior Wu Ling, then who are you?"
On the altar, Wu Ling's face contorted for a moment before returning to calm, forcing a somewhat stiff smile.
"I am Wuling, good child, don't be afraid, I have just been imprisoned for too long."
"As long as you rescue me from the altar, I will be back to normal in no time, and then you can examine me at will."
Zhenru sneered and retreated even further.
"Let me inspect you? I'm afraid I won't even know where my soul is by then!"
"Oh, something like you is naturally used to harm people!"
"How dare this mere demon impersonate an elder of my Golden Crow clan!"
As Zhenru was certain that the speaker was not Wuling, there was no hesitation on his face. Before he finished speaking, the long-unseen Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow was already tightly gripped in his hand.
"Since you claim to be Senior Wu Ling, you should be worthy of this Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow, shouldn't you?!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
It was as if three arrows were fired in quick succession, heading straight for the figure on the altar.
Sensing the threat, the figure on the altar leaped away, only to be easily blocked by the surrounding black flame-shaped railings in the next instant.
Although Zhenru missed with his three arrows, he was not discouraged. Instead, he smiled and drew his bow again, producing arrow after arrow with lightning speed, which rained down on the figure.
"stop!!!"
"You little brat! I told you to stop!!!"
The monster didn't understand Zhenru's thoughts, but when it saw the arrows that had disappeared earlier suddenly turn into a net of fire from thin air and surround it with an excessively thick arrow, it finally panicked.
Unfortunately, Zhenru had already fired the last arrow, and even if the demon didn't shout, Zhenru intended to stop.
She smiled, casually spread her arms to the sides, and then shouted loudly towards the altar:
"Senior Wu Ling, it's up to you now!"
"Hahaha, good junior, step back and watch!"
Zhenru raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, and indeed obediently stepped back, keeping a distance from the altar.
Just as the group stood still, they heard Po Fang howl, repeatedly asking Zhen Ru how she recognized the demon. Suddenly, she stopped moving, and then her entire body was pulled by two forces.
As the fire net that had been woven earlier tightened, the demons attempted to tear it apart, while the black spirit within the body struggled to suppress the demons' attacks and drove its body to crash into the fire net.
This pulling didn't last long, because the altar was only so big, and the fire net quickly shrank to the size of a human figure.
Moreover, when the fire net is large, there are more gaps and the mesh is sparse; when it shrinks, it becomes an impenetrable, distorted fireball.
Under the suppression of the fire net's power, Wu Ling finally took control of the body.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
"Wuling!!!"
"You ungrateful wretch! You are the demon! You possess..."
The monster's unwilling cries were quickly silenced by Wu Ling, who had taken control.
The Fire Net had also completed its mission, vanishing into thin air with the annihilation of the monsters.
Zhenru did not immediately walk towards Wuling, nor did Wuling immediately leave the altar.
She simply looked up at Zhenru and smiled, then quickly made a hand seal, and then her palms flew up and slapped towards the edge of the altar.
After several rounds, it became clear that the black flame-shaped railings around the altar were gradually changing color from black to red.
Once all the flame railings turned red, a strong aura unique to the Golden Crow God Clan suddenly spread outwards.
"Now!"
As soon as Wu Ling's voice rang out, Zhen Ru reacted. With a flick of her wrist, she raised the Golden Crow Heart and successfully took away the altar—the last fragment of the ancestral land!
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