Chapter 147 Wish
Canglan Jun looked at Jiaojue and his group and said, "My dear friends, this barrier has isolated heaven and earth. You do not need to worry about being spied on or speculated by outsiders. I already know what you and Yinpan said. If you have any other requests, you can tell me now."
The Mountain God Seal of Canglan flew out of the hand of the Canglan God and hung in the air, shining brightly with spiritual light;
The divine voice of the deity entered the hearts of all the cultivators. Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing listened and wanted to speak in response.
The authority within the Horned Jade's forehead also seemed to be summoned, constantly leaping. The Horned Jade slapped its forehead with one claw, slapping it four times before the authority finally calmed down.
The horned jade struck so suddenly and loudly that the two birds and the fox all turned their heads to look at it.
The Canglan Divine Lord on the throne couldn't help but speak up: "Young friend Jue, I know you are unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness. You have made great sacrifices in the matter of the silver plate. If you have any requests, you can tell me. There is really no need to slap yourself."
Ji Rong vaguely guessed the reason. She also had the desire to speak, but the ancestral tree within her body shone brightly, blocking the divine voice and preventing it from entering her heart.
Ji Rong then cupped his hands and said, "Divine Lord, could you please return this divine seal? I...I am extremely uncomfortable with it hanging here like this."
Upon hearing this, Canglan Jun recalled the divine seal, and Jiaojue immediately felt the authority in his forehead quiet down.
Jiao Jue took a light breath, squinted, and said to Canglan Divine Lord with feigned sorrow, "We only wish that the entire Wu tribe could live freely like the people on both sides of the Cang River. Does Divine Lord have a solution?"
The Divine Lord Canglan sighed, "I should have agreed, but my Dao is on the verge of collapse. If I were to forcibly bring the Desolate Sea into Canglan, the Mountain God Seal would likely crumble on the spot."
With a wave of his hand, he enlarged the Mountain God Seal and showed it to the cultivators. They saw that the seal was full of pits and cracks.
Canglan Jun pointed to the largest pit above and said, "I forcibly extracted the Canghe River vein from here and had the silver plate suppress the dragon bone in my body. Many clansmen bring mountains and rivers to join me, and I have never refused them."
Because of my willful behavior, this divine seal can no longer suppress the many mountains and rivers, and is on the verge of collapse.
Could you first let the Silver Plate absorb the body of the Desolate Dragon, and after she recovers, let her guard the Witch Tribe with you? What do you think?
Yinpan is exceptionally intelligent and possesses superior bloodline. She is a rare talent with unparalleled wisdom and courage. If she undergoes this transformation, she is likely to become a saint.
During her lifetime, with her guarding the witch tribe, the tribe will surely be safe and sound.
If I retrieve the Canghe Seal, and the Canglan Mountain God Seal recovers on its own, I will naturally take it into the Desolate Sea.
But I cannot lie to you; this divine seal is probably beyond repair.
This time, my physical body will surely crumble. If I survive, I will fulfill this promise.
The last sentence was spoken by the Canglan God towards the heavens. His voice was not loud, but it echoed again and again in the hall; with each echo, the sky over the Canglan Mountains darkened a little, and a fierce wind blew in the mountains for a quarter of an hour before it subsided.
Jiao Jue narrowed his eyes at Ji Rong and said, "The Divine Lord Canglan has issued a divine decree. Do you think it is feasible?"
Ji Rong and the others exchanged glances, then stood up in unison, bowed, and said, "We thank the Divine Lord."
"Then please bring out my Ancestral Witch Flower," said Jiao Jue.
Ji Rong nodded several times. They each took out two storage rings, took out the body of the witch flower piece by piece, arranged them, and then bowed to the Canglan Divine Lord, saying, "Divine Lord, the body of the witch flower ancestor of the witch tribe is here."
Canglan God nodded and called out to the door, "Silver Plate, come here."
Upon hearing the divine summons, the silver plate hanging on the tree at the temple gate glanced at the two black tiger brothers squatting under the tree, then climbed down and ran into the temple.
Ji Rong and the others remained expressionless as they saw the silver plate enter the hall. Ji Rong stepped forward, cupped his hands towards the silver plate, and said, "Lord Canghe, don't forget your promise."
Yinpan was speechless in shock. Canglan Shenjun beckoned to Yinpan and said, "Alright, you can start now."
While I still have some strength left, you should quickly fuse with this ancient dragon body. If you can become a saint, then become a saint.
"Afterwards, I have something important to tell you."
With tears welling in her eyes, Yinpan nodded emphatically.
She dripped all the blood that Jiaojue had given her into her mouth, then opened her mouth and began to devour the dragon's body on the ground.
As she tore at the dragon's body, which had been dead for who knows how many years, she refined it on the spot. Her flesh, scales, and skin peeled away little by little as she devoured the dragon's blood and flesh, revealing the bloody skeleton beneath.
The golden-red blood dripping from the silver plate was clearly fresh, yet it emitted a strange stench; for a moment, the only sound in the temple was the rhythmic gnawing and swallowing of the silver plate, which was quite terrifying.
Not long after, Gu Qingqing vomited with a loud "waa". Ji Zhuang did not vomit, but his face had already lost blood.
Ji Rong turned her eyes away. Thanks to Jiao Jue for throwing her into the stinking pond, she didn't vomit. But Yin Pan's current appearance was too ferocious, and she couldn't bear to look at it.
Sitting on his throne, the Canglan God Lord saw everything. He reintroduced the Canghe Seal into the body of the silver plate and said to Jiao Jue, "Little friend Jue, the transformation of the silver plate will probably take some time. You all come with me, and I will take you to see my birthplace."
Jiao Jue and his group all nodded. They followed Canglan Jun out of the temple. Canglan Jun said, "Shan You, you stay here and guard the silver plate. If any of my clansmen come looking for me, you shall handle it on my behalf."
"Shan Zuo, I wish to take you young friends home for a visit; please carry me there."
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Shan Zuo carried Canglan Shenjun as they ran through the mountains and forests, with Jiao Jue and Ji Rong and the others chasing after them.
The god sitting on the tiger's back let out a joyful laugh, and in an instant, the grass and trees on the ground at the foot of the mountain all bloomed as if infected by the god's joy.
Ji Rong sat at the very front, her wings and claws tightly wrapped around Jiao Jue's neck, and asked in a daze, "Can gods laugh too?"
As Jiaojue ran, she said, "God can not only laugh, but also cry. In short, God can do everything you can do, and God can also do everything you can't do."
You can laugh or cry as you please; but if God laughs, all beings under His rule will rejoice and expend energy to echo His laughter; if God cries, His territory will crumble in mourning.
"Brother, you are truly learned," Ji Rong praised. "So, the reason why God neither laughs nor cries is because he is compassionate and does not want all living beings to be affected?"
“Ji Rong, I’ve told you before,” Jiao Jue said, “They are born powerful and possess too much. It’s hard for worldly things to stir their emotions. I’ve seen many gods, but I’ve never seen a god laugh like Canglan Jun.”
They stopped when they reached a place inscribed with "Tiger-shaped Mountain".
Canglan Shenjun led Jiaojue and his group into a cave halfway up the mountain. The cave was naturally formed, with stalactite pillars hanging down like bamboo shoots.
Looking at the cave, Canglan Jun groped along the stone wall with his six hands and sighed, "This is where I was born, but I shouldn't have been born here."
He extended his right tiger claw, and a throne carved from a tree stump appeared beneath him. He sat upon it, and the withered tree stump seemed to spring back to life, sprouting tender buds.
The tender buds soon grew into slender branches, blooming with tiny white flowers that spread their fragrance far and wide; the branches, leaves and flowers intertwined, quickly transforming this sacred seat into a vibrant spring scene.
Seeing that the aura on Canglan Divine Lord was beginning to dissipate, Shan Zuo said urgently, "Divine Lord, we have been out for too long, it's time to go back."
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