Chapter 43 Opportunity
Yu Youguang, a veteran who had followed Jiao Pingbo for many years, pointed at the flock of birds in surprise and said, "Your Majesty, ordinary birds can still live on this sea."
Jiao Pingbo nodded the only remaining head and calmly said, "With all spiritual veins severed, immortals are reduced to mortals. In the future, there will be more and more races like this."
“But, Your Majesty,” Yu Youguang said excitedly, “there are strong winds here. Normally, even a minor cultivator wouldn’t survive.”
"Yes! Gale!" Jiao Pingbo suddenly looked in the direction where the mortal bird disappeared and led his soldiers to chase after it.
At this time, the Lich race also received a message from the Temple of War.
The letter only stated that if they could not manage His spiritual veins, He would not hesitate to send troops to protect them.
It seems the god-king of the Temple of War was very dissatisfied with their passive response.
Having finally reached this point, the liches were filled with bitterness.
Their long period of peaceful life had made them briefly forget the sword hanging over their heads, but now the orders from the Temple of War have brought them back to their senses.
Their ancestors refused to be slaves and remained on this land; now, it is they who should shed blood.
The liches prayed in unison, and the layers of stone doors on the ground parted, making way for a passageway.
The passageway was winding and deep. At the end of the passageway were nine huge coffins, where their ancestors lay, each of whom had once been a living shaman.
The lich elders pushed open the coffin together and placed a crystal that emitted a cold, eerie light in the hand of each ancestor.
They left two lich disciples beside each coffin; this was the lich race's last resort.
They are the last of the Wu clan's bloodline, the successors to the great power of their ancestral shamans, and they are willing to inherit the will and glory of their ancestors!
If the celestial palaces launch a strong attack on the desolate sea, then the tomb attendants beside the coffin will shatter their crystals, allowing the great shamanic body of the ancestor to reappear on earth.
When the power sealed by our ancestors dissipates, the world collapses, and we all perish together!
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The desolate sea is the home of the lich race, so it's easy for them to know where Jiao Pingbo is.
Upon receiving the message from the Temple of War, they acted swiftly, quickly pinpointing Jiao Pingbo's location and heading there.
Jiao Pingbo and his group then followed the flock of birds into the reef island.
Upon entering the island, she immediately felt a long-lost sense of peace and tranquility.
Although the spiritual energy density here is far less than that of the Central Continent, in the lower realm, some islands with such harmonious spiritual energy could easily be established as small blessed lands, but this island does not seem to have any cultivators living there.
Jiao Pingbo lingered on the island and soon discovered a fox and a bird shivering under the cliff, as well as Ji Rong on the cliff.
Ji Rong also sensed Jiao Pingbo's arrival and turned around to look at her.
As Jiao Pingbo gazed at Ji Rong, for some reason, he began to think of the distant past, of the father his mother had spoken of.
My mother asked, "Why did my father die?"
Yes, for the ancestral tree.
When her mother died, she gave her a dragon scale from her father. She heard that her father left something for each of his children to inherit when they grew up.
What her mother gave her was a large dragon scale with its back flat against the wood, which exuded an extraordinary aura.
Following his mother's instructions, Jiao Pingbo removed two of his scales and embedded them into his flesh.
Jiao Pingbo never saw the ancestral tree; it was completely destroyed when she was still an egg.
The heartwood and branches of those ancestral trees were divided up by the gods of the heavenly palaces, but she felt that the wood embedded in the scale her father gave her was part of the ancestral tree.
Today, she felt that she had truly seen the ancestral tree.
The dragon scales embedded in her abdomen radiated heat, and a spontaneous joy rose from the scales and was conveyed to Jiao Pingbo.
This scale, which had never responded to her even when embedded in her flesh, was now conveying its joy to her.
Jiao Pingbo sensed that it wanted to leave and go to the bird on the other side, but it couldn't move.
Jiao Pingbo lowered his head, looked at his father's scale, and without hesitation used his claws to dig it out little by little.
Blood and flesh flew from her wounds, but Jiao Pingbo paid no attention. She slowly spread her claws and listened to the will conveyed by her scales. She heard the wind blowing and saying, "I will eventually return."
A dim dragon soul emerged from the scales, carrying the scales towards Ji Rong.
Seeing the dragon shadow that might be the remnant soul of her father, Jiao Pingbo decided to help it and handed it to Ji Rong.
Ji Rong caught the scale with her wings, and then countless tiny roots emerged from Ji Rong's body.
The surrounding spiritual energy surged, and soon the roots twisted and turned to create a passage. The dragon soul, as if bathing in the ocean, happily carried the scales inside.
The dragon's roar resounded through Ji Rong's mind, and a new leaf sprouted from the seedling in her spiritual platform, supporting the illusory image of the dragon soul.
Jiao Pingbo also heard the dragon's roar.
She finally confirmed that what she "saw" was the legendary ancestral tree.
This is a young ancestral tree, which for some unknown reason has taken root in the body of the little bird in front of us.
Jiao Pingbo felt a call from the depths of her soul. She knew that her time had come and she could not wait for it to grow.
The lich elders are rushing this way; she has already foreseen her death.
Jiao Pingbo thought to herself that she still had a way to return to her true home; in this respect, she was happier than her parents.
Jiao Pingbo's emotions were spreading, and Ji Ronglu, through the air, caught these feelings containing a plea. She looked directly into Jiao Pingbo's eyes and said, "Since you came to find something, have you found it?"
“Found it,” Jiao Pingbo replied, then grinned broadly. “Before that, I need to deal with some trouble.”
Ji Rong nodded. Her roots told her that outsiders had entered the island, which must be the trouble that Jiao Pingbo had mentioned.
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The dragon scales passed on a long story to Ji Rong.
She "saw" the destruction of a giant tree.
On that day, the dragon and phoenix cried out in anguish, and the gods blasted the central giant tree in half from the sky. Then, like chickens fighting over food, they scrambled for the branches, wood, and roots left on the tree…
Taking advantage of the chaos, a giant dragon bit the exposed core of the tree and escaped.
The dragon, who possessed the core wood, began to endure endless pursuit. He hid the core wood in the flesh beneath his scales and continued to traverse mountains and valleys.
Wherever he went, a female animal would come out to greet him.
At each place he visited, he would say a final goodbye and pluck a scale as a gift for the child.
Finally, in a mountain, he deliberately entangled with the pursuing deity and self-destructed to his death.
The scene abruptly ends there.
Ji Rong calmed her mind and looked inward at the newly grown leaf on her spiritual platform. There were layers of inscriptions on the veins of the leaf, and the wood core behind the dragon scales had been rolled up by her roots and sent to the bottom of the spiritual platform.
Ji Rong felt an unprecedented energy, and she couldn't help but let out a comfortable cry. Her meridians were widened once again, and the rudimentary form of a Dao Pill faintly appeared on her spiritual platform.
Ji Rong fell into a deep sleep as she was enveloped by this energy.
She was dreaming again. She knew she was dreaming. She saw herself playfully jumping onto the third leaf and following the winding veins to the foot of a giant tree.
The giant tree connects heaven and earth, and countless races live within it.
Beneath the giant tree are its offspring trees, one after another.
Ji Rong breathed in the air of this sky and stood to the side as well.
Just then, a branch nudged her. She looked down and realized she had stepped on a newly sprouted sapling. So she moved to the side.
The races in the sky and on the ground were not on good terms, and there were countless quarrels and insults every day. She found it noisy, so she transformed into a bird with colorful feathers and flew straight up to the ninth heaven, landing on a spacious cloud platform.
There, deities whose appearances were obscured were arguing. One of them angrily shouted, "This tree must be cut down! I will never allow those lowly people to climb up this tree again!"
A radiant divine bird nearby immediately said coldly, "I disagree. If you cut down the tree, where will my race live? This is not a decision you can make alone."
"Heh heh." The deity who had spoken earlier sneered, "You disagree? Then you can die first!" With that, he slashed at the deity with his sword.
A flash of light, and Ji Rong felt a chill on her neck before rolling and falling.
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