The amplification effect is still there, and Wutan can finally rest assured.
He placed the Hand of God over the sea of blood and told God Slayer to take good care of his two new brothers. Then Wutan appeared in the center of the Blood Mane Ox Clan's imperial city, next to the statue of the Bull God.
In the starry world, no matter where Wutan goes or how far the distance is, it is just a thought.
"Greetings, Master!"
The Bull King, the Ten Bull Kings, and a hundred bull demon commanders all prostrated themselves on the ground and worshipped respectfully.
The concentration of blood was too alarming. Wu Tian could not see them, but could only hear their voices. He said, "You are practicing here, but the speed is too slow. After settling your people, you should go outside."
"yes."
The Bull King responded.
Wu Tian gave a few more instructions, then bit his finger and pressed it on the ground. A door quickly opened and then sank.
…
The secret room where the Fountain of Life is located.
Next to the Fountain of Life, Wutan squatted on the ground, looking at the divine bones of the four sacred beasts in the spring. For a moment, he kept sighing in his heart.
The divine bones were only as big as a thumb, emitting a soft glow, and between the glow, there were wisps of pitch-black or blood-red air that continuously discharged from the divine bones and eventually dissipated into nothingness.
This is the air of death and evil.
"Alas! Hundreds of drops of life-giving water have been wasted like this. It would be a lie to say I don't feel heartbroken."
Wutan sighed deeply, stood up, and looked up at the stalactites on the top of the stone wall. Ever since Shangxuan took the half drop of water of life last time, there has only been a trace of mist on it.
"wrong."
After a careful calculation, Wutan felt something was wrong.
It seems that more than four hundred years have passed since the last time I came here. According to common sense, at least half a drop should be produced in more than four hundred years.
Could it be that Xiao Wuhao embezzled it
After thinking about it for a while, Wutan suddenly realized and finally understood what was going on.
It turned out that all the plasma in the blood pool was taken away by him at that time. Without plasma, it was impossible for the water of life to be born.
Now Xiao Wuhao poured the plasma back into the blood pool, so there was only a trace of mist.
Wu Tian secretly thought to himself that it was a close call, luckily he had figured it out. Otherwise, if he went to find Xiao Wuhao to ask for an explanation, he would definitely be severely punished by him again.
After a while, Wutan left the secret room and went to the second-floor stone chamber. In the blood pool, mist was rising and a faint fragrance was in the air.
After looking around and finding that everything was fine, Wutan left the underground and returned to the holy land to meditate.
Fifteen days passed in a flash.
That morning, Wutan woke up from his retreat early in the morning. He looked at Han Tian and others, who were also in retreat and should not be disturbed. So he closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and communicated with the Tongtian Divine Tree.
A hundred breaths later, the familiar divine realm appeared in sight again.
What is different from last time is that today, there is a more festive atmosphere among the gods.
The divine consciousness is extended to the greatest extent, and everything is within sight.
The streets were crowded with people, and everyone had a happy smile on their face. The most talked about topics were Shenmu and Xianbitong.
"Haha, the sacred tree has returned to the God Clan, and our rise is just around the corner!"
"That's right. It's because of the fall of the sacred tree that our God Clan fell. Otherwise, the status and strength of the God Clan today would be no worse than that of the nine heaven-defying war clans."
"The return of the sacred tree is entirely due to the goddess's efforts. I wonder what reward she will get this time."
"The goddess possesses an illusory combat body, is extremely intelligent, and is the daughter of the God King. Anyone who can marry her will be very lucky!"
"Stop daydreaming. How could the goddess be interested in mortals like us? Even the sons of gods probably wouldn't be in her eyes. We can only look up to her."
Hearing this, Wutan was extremely surprised. Didn’t he kill all the sons of gods of the gods? Could there be more
Soon, he learned from the discussions of the crowd that there were a total of ninety-nine Sons of God in the God Clan, and the nine he killed were actually the weakest.
It is said that the strongest son of God has the ability to transform nine catastrophes into a state of decline!
Moreover, in the entire God Clan, except for the God King, the elders, and the Goddess, the Son of God has the highest status. Each of them is a local leader and commands countless elders.
Of course, these sons of God are quite old. The youngest has lived for a thousand years, and the oldest are ten thousand-year-old antiques.
Gradually, Wutan also learned about the strength of the God King and the great elders.
The God King is a great sage in the great success stage, while the great clan elder is a great sage in the minor success stage.
Think about it, the former leader of the hundreds of tribes in the holy world has now fallen to the point where it doesn't even have an emperor. It's no wonder that the King of Gods would not hesitate to offend several divine objects such as the Tongtian Bridge in order to snatch the sacred tree.
"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone, hurry up, I need to arrange everything for this Son of God within half an hour."
Suddenly, an urging voice sounded from under the sacred tree.
As his divine sense enveloped the area, he saw the sacred tree taking root in the center of a square. The square was more than ten thousand feet wide. A man in purple stood in the center of the square with a folding fan in his hand. He pointed east and west, and kept shouting words like "be careful" and "hurry up".
All around the square, hundreds of young men and women were busy setting up the environment and placing various items.
Half an hour passed quickly and the results of the hard work came out.
There was a circle of altars placed around the sacred tree. These altars were not ordinary ones, but were made of an unknown jade stone, carefully polished and engraved with rare animals, beautiful mountains and rivers, which were extremely beautiful!
The altar was filled with spiritual essences and spiritual fruits!
Moreover, they were all imperial medicines, with their essence gushing out, mist rising, and colorful lights illuminating the void.
Outside the altar, there are neatly arranged cushions. If you count carefully, there are ninety-three of them.
After hundreds of young men and women had arranged everything, they left the square one after another.
When the square was empty, the purple-robed man holding a folding fan bowed to the sky and said respectfully, "God King, everything is ready. The ceremony can begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, the God King appeared in the square and nodded slightly to the man in purple.
The man in purple bowed once more, turned around and flew away into the air. In less than three breaths, three bells rang out in succession, loud and clear, echoing throughout the sky of the God Realm.
This means that the ceremony of returning the sacred tree has officially begun!
whoosh!
The great clan elder appeared first, saluted to the God King, and then stood beside the God King.
Immediately afterwards, ninety sons of gods, including the man in purple who had left earlier, came through the air one after another, bowed deeply to the God King and the great elders, and then stood behind the two men respectfully, but they could not help but glance at the sacred tree behind them, full of curiosity.
Outside the square, there was also a huge crowd of people, but they did not enter the square and stayed outside it.
Soon, the world was filled with sounds of laughter, praise, joy, and melancholy.
Suddenly, the crowd became agitated.
Wu Tian's divine sense extended out, and he immediately saw that the crowd at the entrance of the square quickly rushed to both sides, forming a three-meter-wide avenue. Two beautiful women with fairy-like figures were walking on the avenue, holding hands, talking and laughing, like the moon surrounded by stars.
The men on both sides all had admiration on their faces.
"Is she Ruoling?" Wutan felt inexplicably touched.
One of the two women was Xian Bitong.
Next to her was a stunning beauty, wearing a light yellow floor-length dress. She had a round oval face, skin as white as snow, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, rosy cheeks, and a youthful and lively aura all over her body.
Walking into the square, the two women smiled and bowed, saying, "Greetings to the Divine King and the Great Clan Elder."
But the smile on Xian Bitong's face was obviously a little stiff.
"Greetings to the Goddess Bitong and Goddess Ruoling." The ninety sons of gods bowed in unison.
They had long been attracted by the two ladies, with amazement in their eyes. In order to win the favor of the two beauties, they all showed what they thought were their most charming smiles, but were simply ignored by the two ladies.
In fact, Xian Bitong and Xian Ruoling have always been very friendly and approachable in the God Clan, but they have no bad intentions.
And all of the ninety sons of gods coveted their beauty and status, so they tried every means to please them, so the two women hated these people from the bottom of their hearts and didn't even want to look at them.
"whee."
Xian Ruoling took a step forward, hugged the elder's arm, shook it gently, and said coquettishly: "Uncle, look, you haven't come to visit Ruoling for a long time, isn't it time to let Ruoling pull your beard!"
Looking at the white beard of the patriarch fluttering in the wind, Xian Ruoling's big eyes flickered and her hands seemed a little restless.
The elder of the clan quickly stretched out his hand to cover his beard, and said with a chuckle, "Uncle, you have something to do. When you are done with your work, I promise to take my little Ruoling to travel with you."
"I don't know how many times my uncle has said this, but it has never come true. You liar." Xian Ruoling stomped her feet, her face full of grievance.
The elder felt distressed, his eyes showing doting. He gently patted her delicate arm with his old hand that was protecting his beard, and said with a smile, "Uncle will keep his word this time."
But at this moment, Xian Ruoling suddenly made a move, grabbed a handful of beard and pulled it hard, pulling out even the skin.
The elder cried out in pain, rubbed his aching jaw, glared at the cunning little niece in front of him, and said angrily: "Little girl, why don't you know how to respect the elderly and love the young?"
Xian Ruoling stared back at him, not wanting to be outdone. "Well, who told you not to keep your word? If you dare to lie to me again next time, I will take advantage of your retreat and pluck out all your beards."
The elder of the clan said angrily: "You little bastard."
Xian Ruoling said: "You are a liar."
The elder of the clan said, "You are arrogant and unreasonable."
Xian Ruoling said: "You are disrespectful to your elders, you bully the weak by taking advantage of your age, you are an old bastard..."
The ninety sons of God were all stunned to see the old man and the young boy glaring at each other and arguing in such a sacred and solemn place.
Xian Bitong wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud because her father was beside her. As a result, her cheeks turned red, which gave the ninety sons of God a feast for the eyes.
The crowd outside the square couldn't help laughing. In the entire divine world, perhaps only this fearless little witch dared to pull the beard of the great clan elder and yell at him.
"It's just as the God King said, she's more lively, more active, and more... wild." Looking at Xian Ruoling's behavior, Wutan couldn't help but laugh in his heart. What a lovely woman.
(End of this chapter)