Chapter 398 Evolution
Without the concealment of that bird-like and celestial-like body, countless sounds entered Ji Rong's heart from the outside, a chaotic cacophony: the sounds of insects and rodents burrowing, the intimate sounds of underground creatures, the sounds of seeds sprouting, plants growing, trampling, fighting, and gnawing...
All sorts of sounds entered Ji Rong's head through the roots, stems, branches, and leaves, making her extremely confused. Yet, she was wide awake and couldn't fall asleep at all. Ji Rong thought to herself, "Then I'll just be a tree. It's not like I haven't been one before."
Time flies, and years pass by.
Ji Rong felt as if she had truly become a towering tree. Her bird body and celestial body had fallen into a deep sleep, while her mind and spirit were completely immersed in the tree.
Ji Rong couldn't speak, nor could she see the original world; all she could move was her body of qi roots, which resembled claws.
Time lost its meaning in her heart. She gradually stopped being bothered by the sounds around her. These sounds made her feel alive, capable of thinking, and like a unique tree.
So she fell in love with thinking.
"Why are there so few plants and trees that have become spirits here? Over the years, I've only seen the Yellow Flower cultivator from the Canglan Temple, an old tree spirit, and two ginseng spirits. They are even called outcasts. It's really unfair!"
Ji Rong thought to himself, "In the 'Great Compendium of Myriad Races,' my senior brother wrote a chapter specifically for plants and trees, which shows that these plants and trees should also be able to gain wisdom and cultivate, just like us."
As Ji Rong thought this, she saw golden chains of order being pulled down from the top of the tree by the scattered and dancing roots. They were dragged into the golden leaves and left their insect-like marks.
Hearing the chirping of insects around her, Ji Rongxin said again, "People like me, who are born as birds and beasts, are weak and lack wisdom. They are far inferior to the gods and celestial beings who should be born wise."
If Aunt Huang had gained more wisdom and cultivation methods in the first four realms, she wouldn't have had to become a maid in a powerful clan. It was wrong of her!
This bloodline inheritance should not be divided based on the size of the clan, nor should it be determined by the superiority or inferiority of the bloodline; it should be divided based on the race. Even ordinary birds and beasts should possess this inheritance, and upon reaching a certain level of cultivation, they should be able to obtain the methods belonging to their race.
Thinking this, the root also dragged down many more chains of order, and the golden leaves stood in rows, branding their marks on the chains of order.
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In the fifth year after Ji Rong sank into the tree, the Lord of the Sun did not completely refine the remaining half of the solar authority as He had planned. He only refined 80% of it before a new problem arose.
Perhaps He was too focused on refining His new authority and failed to notice the abnormality in His physical body. By the time He discovered it, the fire poison was already burning throughout His divine body.
His mind was bound and unable to escape, so he had to frequently interrupt the refining process to repair the damage with the source stream. But this was tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst; the more source stream he repaired, the more the poisonous fire burned.
The venomous tongues burned black holes into the body of the Lord of the Sun, causing Him endless torment every night.
Therefore, He had to abandon His original idea and instead sank His true body into the Source Pool, using His newly acquired authority to repair the damage. Although this could not remove the torment of the fire poison, it could at least stop the suffering of the fire poison burning His body.
Having found a way out, the Lord of the Sun no longer regretted his newly acquired power and accelerated the repair of his true form.
Guangyang Palace has been fully restored, and the Guangyang Mountains are now completely under Ya Nu's control. Her desire for power has ultimately consumed what little rationality she had left. Everyone in Guangyang Palace, except for a few veteran Great Saints like Juan Gui, addresses Ya Nu as "Your Excellency" and pays tribute every year.
Juan Gui tried to persuade her privately once, but Ya Nu said, "Si Nu now has her own name, clan, and territory; Juan Gui, what do we have?"
Seeing that he could no longer persuade him, Juan Gui simply stopped trying. He led Yuan Pan, who was loyal to him, and the Ice Dragon Clan to retreat to the Cold Cliff above the Abyss of Annihilation, and did not leave without an imperial edict.
Due to the strange behavior of the Lord of the Sun, the Emperor Rong completely occupied the Fulu Mountain Range and the Lianyun Mountain Range, and had the power of a new generation of overlord.
He often bestowed the bodies of monks who died in battle upon his capable subordinates, thus gathering a group of warlike and bloodthirsty warriors.
The large clans grew rapidly, while the small clans were severely merged. But in this era where intelligent beings could be obtained as long as there was spiritual energy, how much of a sound could the voices of a few hundred insignificant small clans make? Some died, some fled, and when the large clans had nothing left to take, they would simply buy some from the provinces and the western regions.
A new group of powerful clans emerged around the divine position of Emperor Rong. They praised Him and protected Him, making the gate tower of the Temple of War increasingly tall and magnificent.
In the eighth year after Ji Rong sank into the tree, the spiritual veins beneath the Jade Void Mountains, Kunlun Mountains, and Mangshen Mountains in the Central Plains had been completely connected to the main spiritual vein of the Danxue Mountains.
The main spiritual veins of Xizhou, Liangzhou, Hezhou, and Juzhou were completely opened up under the guidance of the Mountain and Water God, connecting with the spiritual veins of the Danxue Mountains.
This series of events finally produced something in the Source Regeneration Pool. Drops of pale golden Source Stream settled in the pool, creating layers of golden ripples.
Cangzhou, Chizhou, and Danzhou, which were under the jurisdiction of the Canglan Mountains and waterways, have long been incorporated. Of the nine provinces in the world, only one province remains, except for some mountain ranges in the Central Continent.
Ten years after Ji Rong sank into the tree trunk, Qing Pingzi finally completed his work. He copied the jade pages one by one, and then deliberately sat under Ji Rong's tree trunk, which was full of aerial roots, to read it.
Before he began reading, he said uncertainly, "Junior sister, if you can hear me, just let the roots hang down."
Ji Rong could hear it, but there were too many sounds in the world, and she couldn't tell who was speaking. Most of the time, she treated these sounds as insect chirping and didn't pay any special attention to them.
But as soon as Qingpingzi began reading, she could tell from the myriad voices that Qingpingzi was explaining his new work to her.
"Senior brother is so kind." Ji Rong thought to herself, "I don't know how many years I've been a tree. My knowledge is limited, and I've run out of ideas. I'm so bored I'm getting restless!"
As Qingpingzi reads a page, a new bud will sprout from the corresponding position on Ji Rong's tree trunk.
Ji Rong sensed this and sent a wisp of spiritual light down from the tree trunk through its aerial roots, imbuing the jade page with a stream of primordial energy. Then, pulling the chain of order at the top, she pressed her mark directly onto the jade page.
If Ji Rong disagreed with something, she would use the air roots as a brush to write in the Source Regeneration Pool, and the old and the young would slowly communicate about the details of the new book.
Because of their modifications, the original jade sheets were not enough, so Jiaojue got up and started mining jade again. He was very skilled at this job and could cut jade sheets even better than Shanwu.
The rules governing all races and things were modified and rebuilt. The old cultivators were unaware of this, but the newly born intelligent beings became increasingly clever. They were no longer so dull and stupid. Most of them could escape the chaos in their minds after consuming some spiritual energy. After gaining intelligence, they possessed the ability to think, which was quite extraordinary.
The wealthy and powerful cultivators were unaware that while they were rejoicing over the birth of outstanding descendants, the rats in the wild also had descendants who were no different from them, possessing bloodline inheritance.
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