Chapter 254 The Legend of the Willow Goddess, One of the Three Thousand Divine Kingdoms!
Bibi Dong did not recognize the race in front of her, but the aura emanating from them made her feel a chill run down her spine.
This young woman, whom I met by chance on the roadside, possessed strength that was in no way inferior to the high and mighty gods of the Douluo Continent!
"Thank you so much for saving me." Bibi Dong suppressed her shock and bowed slightly in gratitude.
"Your physique is too weak; you can't even withstand the gravity at the outermost edge of this ancient immortal ruin."
The eight-armed Soul Clan woman sized up Bibi Dong, noticing her stunning beauty but lack of cultivation, and felt no malice towards her. She simply said casually:
"You're lucky you ran into me."
"If you had fallen into the territory of those pure-blooded ferocious beasts, you wouldn't even have any bones left by now."
As she spoke, the woman handed Bibi Dong a fragrant red fruit: "Eating this will help you temporarily resist the suppression of the laws here."
"Today is a big day, and you've stumbled upon it. All the people of my lost lands should go there. Don't linger here, come with me."
Bibi Dong took the fruit and took a bite, and sure enough, she felt much lighter.
Instead of revealing that she came from outside the boundary, she followed behind the woman and tentatively asked, "Where are we going? What day is it today?"
"Of course, we're going to participate in the Immortal Ancient Ritual!"
Upon hearing this, the woman turned around with a suspicious look and explained:
"Today is a grand ceremony in which all races of our ancient immortal land gather to worship the supreme totem!"
"All races, and even those first-generation powerful beings who have been in seclusion for many years, will appear at the altar today."
"You've only been born a short time, haven't you? To be able to witness such a grand event is truly a blessing earned through many lifetimes!"
Upon hearing these words, not only Bibi Dong, but also everyone in Douluo Continent who was watching all this from God's perspective through the sky, couldn't help but hold their breath.
All races gather to worship the supreme totem?
What an incredible stroke of luck!
Bibi Dong is really lucky; she might even be a descendant of a Celestial King lineage.
And so, Bibi Dong followed behind the woman, heading towards the deepest part of the Immortal Ancient Ruins.
Along the way, the sights before her eyes repeatedly challenged her understanding of power.
She saw a bird engulfed in golden flames soar across the sky, its wingspan obscuring the heavens and even swallowing the sun's rays.
There was also a towering, ten-thousand-foot-tall, one-eyed giant whose body was as if cast in gold, carrying an ancient divine mountain even larger than the Spirit City, striding rapidly toward the same direction.
Even a seven or eight-year-old child resembling a human or a horse could lift a bronze cauldron weighing tens of thousands of kilograms with one hand and playfully wrestle with it.
"Plop..."
Seeing this scene, countless Soul Masters in Douluo Continent were also frantically swallowing their saliva.
"Just what level of beings are these monsters?"
"Any one of them could probably turn our entire Douluo Continent upside down!"
Amidst the shock, a huge question also arose in everyone's mind.
What makes these pure-blooded ferocious beasts and ancient remnants, capable of seizing stars and moons and destroying the world, gather together so devoutly to worship...?
What exactly is this so-called "supreme totem"?
"Could it be a ten-headed true dragon, ten times more terrifying than the black dragon?"
"Or perhaps an immortal phoenix reborn from the ashes?"
Bibi Dong secretly wondered what was going on in her mind, and her heart involuntarily quickened a few beats.
Soon, after traveling tens of thousands of miles, the world ahead suddenly opened up before them.
A vast, ancient plain came into view.
In the very center of the plain stood a magnificent altar made of countless chaotic boulders.
The area around the altar was already packed with people and filled with the shadows of beasts.
Countless terrifying creatures, who were enough to intimidate a region in the outside world, all concealed their auras at this moment, kneeling densely below the altar like the most devout believers.
"Kneel down now!"
The eight-armed Soul Clan woman who was leading the way looked stern and quickly pulled Bibi Dong to kneel down on the outermost edge of the altar.
Bibi Dong dared not disobey in the slightest and obediently knelt on the ground.
But her intense curiosity compelled her to quietly raise her head, looking past the countless enormous figures in front of her, and cast her gaze toward the center of the altar shrouded in a faint, chaotic mist.
It wasn't just her.
At this moment, countless Soul Masters and Soul Beasts, and even the gods of the God Realm, were staring intently at the altar in the celestial scene, their breaths catching in their throats.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the chaotic mist above the altar finally began to dissipate slowly.
There was no colossal, sky-covering body, nor any of the ancient, ferocious beasts one might imagine.
Bibi Dong was stunned, and everyone in Douluo Continent was also dumbfounded.
In the very center of that grand altar, stained with mottled divine blood, only one thing floated silently.
It was a piece of wood that looked somewhat charred, and at the top of the wood was only a willow leaf that was as clear and translucent as green agate, radiating a soft, ethereal light.
Or rather, it was just an extremely ordinary willow branch.
"What...what does this mean?"
Upon witnessing this unbelievable scene, Bibi Dong's eyes widened instantly, and she even doubted whether she was seeing things.
It is the supreme totem that makes millions of pure-blooded descendants worshipped by all races in the ancient immortal land.
It was just a broken branch?!
However, just as Bibi Dong and the others from Douluo were filled with doubt.
The eight-armed soul clan woman beside him buried her head deeply in the ground, murmuring in an extremely fanatical voice:
"Praise be to the supreme ancestral spirits."
Even if only a broken branch remains.
"Its descending divine might can suppress all races in our ancient immortal lands and ensure the eternal prosperity of our three thousand divine kingdoms!"
However, just as all races were kneeling in devout worship in this ancient land of immortals, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
The once clear sky suddenly turned dark.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of ten thousand horses galloping rolled in from the end of the plain.
Soon, several extremely powerful figures also appeared here.
However, they were too strong. Those remnants and creatures below the altar, whose cultivation was originally slightly weaker, coughed up blood on the spot under the impact of this pressure, and their bodies swayed precariously.
If Bibi Dong hadn't been protected in time by the eight-armed Soul Clan woman beside her, she would probably have been crushed into a cloud of blood mist the moment that aura descended.
"Who goes there?!"
"How dare you be so insolent during the sacrificial ceremony!"
In an instant, the elders of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, as well as several stunningly beautiful goddesses from the nearby Clan, all changed color, stood up abruptly, and glared angrily at the sky.
Then, several people slowly emerged from the void.
Some of them have four thick arms and their bodies are covered with bluish-black scales.
Some of them have a pair of huge bony wings on their backs and shriveled skin.
However, the aura emanating from any one of these people far surpasses that of the so-called God Kings of Douluo Continent. They are all terrifying beings who have reached the True God or even the Heavenly God Realm!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The gaunt old man with bone wings at the head of the group looked down at the altar and sneered:
"presumptuous?"
"The Eight-Armed Soul Clan and the Beautiful Women Clan are really getting more and more backward as they get older!"
"A bunch of idiots, still bowing and kneeling before a piece of wood that should have rotted away long ago!"
"Supreme Totem?"
"Ancestral spirits?"
"That's all ancient history from the last era!"
As he spoke, the burly man covered in scales sneered repeatedly, striding forward, his divine aura pressing down on the altar like a tsunami.
"In that battle back then, the ancestral spirit was annihilated by the supreme being from another realm, leaving not even a trace behind!"
"All that's left is this charred, withered branch, barely clinging to life, without a trace of vitality. And you actually expect it to protect the Immortal Ancient Ruins?"
"That's an absolute joke!"
"If it could truly protect us, why bother with this curse!"
Upon hearing this, the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, the Beautiful Women Clan, and countless ancient inhabitants loyal to the ancestral spirit below the altar all had eyes wide with fury.
"shut up!"
A celestial being from the eight-armed Soul Clan, his hair standing on end in fury, immediately pointed at the rebel in mid-air and roared:
"If it weren't for the ancestral spirit's desperate fight to repel the powerful enemy, these three thousand divine kingdoms would have long been reduced to wasteland!"
(End of chapter)