Chapter 347 One Hundred Sons (1)
As the roots burrowed into the soil, Ji Rong felt as if she had entered a broken land.
Hundreds of spiritual veins, large and small, collided like fish about to die, their wide and empty channels surging and clashing. Some were as thick as trees, while others were as thin as hair, with only a faint spiritual light flashing from time to time to prove that they were still usable.
Ji Rong's roots touched those old and varied marks, feeling the efforts of these spiritual veins. They were constantly repairing themselves, but their speed could never keep up with the changes of the times.
Every time these spiritual veins painstakingly extend even a little, the country changes hands and the land is thrown into turmoil. Since they are already unable to move on their own, they are thrown into even deeper ravines.
With each generation's depletion, these spiritual streams, like the dragon and phoenix clans they once represented, have multiplied and weakened.
Ji Rong had no choice but to patiently extract those tiny spiritual veins little by little, following the original veins, and connect them to the spiritual lake inside the tree trunk.
Once the stagnant spiritual flow resumes its normal flow, the roots are used to guide them together, gradually connecting them into a larger spiritual flow network.
Ji Rong's mind traveled through the spiritual stream with the roots underground; the shadows of the Enlightenment Tree on the ground swayed; and the Horned Jade outside the Dragon and Phoenix Palace also transformed into its true form, coiling under the Guardian Palace.
As light and shadow intertwine, day after day, changes constantly unfold across the land of Kyushu. Every year or two, the names of new immortals resound throughout the world.
But this morning was different, because this time, it was the name of "One Hundred Sons of the Mountain" that resounded.
Outside the Guardian Palace in the Danxue Mountains, Feng Qing was squinting as usual, serving a large plate of food to Jiao Jue. Suddenly, its eyes rolled back, and it coldly and mechanically uttered, "The hundred offspring of Kunlun Mountain are about to be born." Then it lost consciousness, fell backward, and fell silent.
The four powers of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning of the Horned Jade sensed that a new god was about to appear in the world, and they roared to the sky in unison, and countless eyes turned towards the direction of Kunlun.
In Guangyang Palace, the Lord of the Sun was sculpting a clay figurine. Upon hearing the name "Hundred Sons of the Mountains," His heart, which had been dormant for many years, began to beat powerfully again.
Looking at the silent hall filled with terracotta figures, He took out a burning heart, picked up a box, and sighed, "It is not our fault that we were born at the wrong time; our time has come, so come with me to welcome the new world."
Then, the Lord of the Sun emanated a rich life force. He opened the box, took out a scepter from inside, and pressed it down on the forehead of the newly sculpted clay figurine.
Upon hearing this, Di Rong drove his chariot toward the Kunlun Mountains in a daze. He muttered angrily, "Mother Goddess, since you have such a complete art of reincarnation and creation of gods, how could you not create me at will?"
It's a pity that while you can reincarnate, you no longer have a source of power to draw upon!
In the Kunlun Mountains, the earth's veins twisted violently, causing the mountains to collapse, and there was not a single good piece of land on the Golden Summit side.
Tu Li, along with his blood cultivators, joined the other cultivators from Jade Void Palace, intending to seek refuge at the Jade Void Palace's Blood Pill Workshop.
As soon as they sat on the teleportation array, the divine runes on it disappeared one by one into thin air. Without the spatial magic of shrinking the earth to an inch, they fell back to the Kunlun Mountains from the sky like ripe fruit.
At that moment, the sky descended with chains of golden light, and countless stalagmites grew from the border of the Kunlun Mountains, supporting these chains and soaring into the clouds.
The entire Kunlun Mountains were thus locked up.
"The Hundred Sons of the Mountains are about to be born!"
Upon hearing this, Long Yan was greatly excited. He opened the gates of the Academy and addressed his emaciated subordinates with great enthusiasm, saying, "A new god is about to emerge; let us go and welcome him!" He excitedly arrived at the place where the Golden Cauldron Palace was hidden in the clouds and sank into the old site of the Immortal Spring, awaiting the birth of the new god.
Meanwhile, the cultivators who had long taken advantage of the chaos to commit wicked deeds and plunder wanted to escape, so they flew away into the sky.
But above the towering stalagmites, there were invisible streams of air, which swirled together like a tight net.
Golden chains were attached to this net. Whenever a cultivator approached, they would blaze with golden light, causing those who tried to escape to fall down in a dizzying frenzy, only to be picked up by those below.
As soon as the name "Hundred Sons of the Mountains" became known, a small opening suddenly appeared on a piece of land in Liangzhou that had long been trampled flat, and a creature the size of a corn kernel crawled out of the opening.
His skin was like yellow earth, with a human face and an animal tail. He had six hands and two hooves, with wings on the backs of his hands and his whole body covered with beautiful bird feathers.
A smooth, flat fragment rested on his head. Gazing at the vast expanse of yellow earth, his eyes were filled with confusion. A long-forgotten question surfaced in his mind: "Who am I?"
He thought and thought, standing there trying to think, and all he could come up with was a picture of a king of birds soaring through the sky, with bird droppings flying everywhere. He repeatedly savored this picture, and two clear names gradually appeared in his mind.
"Lord Baosheng!" "Lord Ji!" He looked at the bird feathers on his body and suddenly shouted, "I am Lord Baosheng, I am going to find Lord Ji." Then he flapped his wings like a bird and stumbled towards the Central Plains.
With His appearance, green grass slowly grew and tiny flowers bloomed on the Gobi Desert in Liangzhou. However, the commotion was too small, and the powerful beings' attention was drawn to the movements in the Kunlun Mountains. None of them noticed Him.
Just when everyone thought a new god was about to be born in Kunlun Mountain, there was no further movement in Kunlun Mountain.
Everything seemed like a joke played by heaven and earth on all living beings. Only the stalagmites that grew in half a day and the air net in the sky revealed its reality, isolating the Kunlun Mountains from outside observation.
As time went by, the cultivators of Yuxu Palace, who were trapped in the Kunlun Mountains, returned to their medicinal fields to continue working. Tu Li, unsure of when the new god would be born, also led the other cultivators to work in the fields, sprinkling spiritual water and applying spiritual fertilizer.
Inside the main hall of the Golden Cauldron Palace, the enormous coffin was also covered by thick stalagmites, from which occasional sounds of impact could be heard.
The only remaining creatures, Qingluan and Wangyue, tried their best but could not break through the stalagmite's encirclement. They had no choice but to guard the coffin day and night until their feathers became dull and their minds were exhausted.
Fifteen years have passed since the earth's veins began to shift. Although this is the first time Qingluan and Wangyue have participated in the creation of a god, they both find it very unusual.
"Ah Huan, Ah Huan, are you still there?" Qingluan, who had been suffering, called out again, leaning against the coffin.
"Ah Huan? Mmm~ Mmm~ Ah... Boom, boom boom boom!" The response was still a childish female voice, but she could no longer remember herself.
The girl barely managed to utter a sound before her mouth and nose were covered, leaving only the sound of forceful knocking.
"Stop calling her." Wang Yue, lying to the side, cried out weakly, "They should have merged before their birth. Perhaps Lord Xi was stingy and cut off the source of the flow in advance, which caused the position of the new god to be taken away prematurely."
There will definitely be more than one born this time, but the chances of Ah Huan actually being born are slim.
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