Chapter 255 Is the Willow God still alive? The ancient immortals are shaken!
"You treacherous traitors, enjoying the protection of the array left by the ancestral spirits, now want to forget your roots and side with the three thousand states outside?"
Despite the angry rebuke from the Eight-Armed Soul Clan Ancestor, the rebels in mid-air remained unperturbed.
"A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on."
The old man with bony wings on his back glanced coldly down below, then said without any hesitation:
"The supreme leaders of the three thousand states outside are about to invade."
"We don't want to be buried with a piece of wood."
"Today, we will tear down this altar!"
"If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now, or else..."
As soon as he finished speaking, several rebels at the Heavenly God Realm simultaneously released their oppressive aura, causing the wind and clouds to change color and sand and stones to fly.
Bibi Dong, who was kneeling on the outermost edge, was completely stunned.
As she processed what she had just heard, she turned her head and stared in disbelief at the charred willow branch in the center of the altar.
Charred, dead wood.
The only green willow leaf.
Ancestral worship...
These fragmented pieces of information were frantically pieced together and collided in her mind!
"etc…"
Suddenly, as if she had just realized some incredible secret, Bibi Dong's pupils contracted.
She suddenly recalled the scenes that had been playing on the screen not long ago in Douluo Continent.
She remembers it perfectly!
In the desolate wilderness below, in a place called Stone Village, there stood a giant willow tree at the entrance of the village, struck by lightning. It was charred black all over, with only a single tender willow branch emitting a soft glow growing from it!
And Xiao Shihao, who was chosen to be the zero sequence, drank milk under the tree every day and called that tree the Willow God!
Not only that!
Later, Li Changsheng, the first-ranked official of the Primordial Immortal Court, even said in the square: "At this moment, the Immortal Lord is in the depths of the Chaos Origin, reshaping the ancient immortal body for the ancestral spirit!"
"Ancestral spirits."
"willow…"
At that moment, Bibi Dong felt a chill run down her spine.
She looked at those arrogant, ancient rebels in mid-air who kept saying that the ancestral spirits were long dead.
Then look around at these loyal indigenous people who are on high alert, thinking that the ancestral spirit is only a broken branch left.
An utterly absurd truth was also emerging in her mind.
These people don't even know?
The so-called Willow God, who was worshipped by all races and mocked by traitors in this ancient immortal land, is said to have died long ago.
Its body and true spirit not only did not die, but were instead guided to the legendary Primordial Celestial Court.
Even the supreme Primordial Immortal Lord personally intervened to reshape her true form!
When Bibi Dong thought of this information, her mind went blank.
Overwhelmed by the shock, her composure, which she had always maintained in a high position and prided herself on remaining calm even in the face of adversity, completely crumbled at this moment.
The next second, Bibi Dong stared at the altar, and unconsciously began to mutter to herself in a somewhat lost and dejected manner:
"Dead?"
"No, that's not right..."
"She's not dead. How could she be dead?"
"What I've seen is in the sky."
"That willow tree in the mortal realm, the willow spirit that was personally taken away by the Primordial Immortal Lord, could it be the ancestral sacrificial spirit they speak of?!"
Bibi Dong had completely forgotten where she was at this moment, and instinctively muttered out the truth in her heart that overturned everyone's understanding.
However, she forgot that this was not the papacy where she could issue orders at will.
This is the cultivation world, where even a speck of dust falling to the ground can be clearly heard by powerful beings.
Even though her voice was extremely weak, barely audible.
But to those true gods and terrifying beings at the Heavenly God Realm, it was equally clear.
Suddenly, the atmosphere on the altar plain, which had been tense and on the verge of conflict, froze.
Then, the laughter of the rebellious god covered in scales and the gaunt old man with bone wings on his back abruptly stopped.
Soon, two terrifying divine senses locked onto Bibi Dong, who was kneeling on the outermost edge of the crowd!
Not only them, but also the eight-armed soul clan gods and the beautiful women clan gods below the altar all turned their heads and turned their gazes to this outsider who had no cultivation at all.
In an instant, tens of thousands of gazes fell on Bibi Dong, almost crushing her to death.
"Ants".
In mid-air, the rebellious god covered in scales narrowed his eyes slightly, then raised a giant, scale-covered finger and pointed it at Bibi Dong.
What were you muttering about just now?
In mid-air, the voice of the celestial being covered in scales came like thunder.
With just a glance, an unimaginable and terrifying pressure crashed down on Bibi Dong.
"puff!"
Under the overwhelming pressure of this absolute power, Bibi Dong didn't even have time to think of resisting before she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
If it weren't for the woman's protection, she felt she would have been crushed into a cloud of blood mist.
However, just as the opposing deity snorted coldly and prepared to take the next step...
"Buzz!"
A gentle runic light barrier suddenly opened above Bibi Dong's head, forcefully blocking the divine pressure.
Below the altar, the old celestial being of the eight-armed Soul Clan stepped forward, his eight illusory arms simultaneously forming hand seals, and he coldly shouted:
"This is my Eight-Armed Soul Clan's territory, and you have no right to kill people here at will!"
After saying that, the old god turned his head and looked at Bibi Dong on the ground with burning eyes.
Not only him, but even the stunningly beautiful goddess with pure white wings on her back instantly descended to Bibi Dong's side, her eyes filled with undisguised excitement.
"Outsider, is what you just said true?"
The gods of the Liren clan and other races loyal to the Willow God asked questions, their faces filled with excitement.
"Have you really seen the ancestral spirit?"
"She's not dead? She's still in the mortal realm?"
Faced with the interrogation of numerous powerful figures at the Celestial Realm, Bibi Dong endured the excruciating pain within her body and frantically racked her brains.
She is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and her mind is incredibly sharp.
In just a moment, she assessed the situation before her.
The so-called ancestral spirit is the supreme belief in the hearts of this group of people.
As long as I can prove that the willow tree is still alive and get on its good side, I can not only survive, but also gain unimaginable status and resources in this ancient immortal land!
However, compared to that, the existence of the Sky Curtain and Douluo Continent is unnecessary.
Thinking of this, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and deliberately feigned an expression of awe and shock, saying:
"I have indeed seen it."
After speaking, Bibi Dong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked up at the many gods in front of her.
"By chance, I stumbled into an ancient void ruin, where I saw a real projection from the Great Wilderness of the lower realm."
"That's a place called Stone Village."
Bibi Dong recalled the scene in the sky as she described it in a low voice:
"At the entrance of that village, there stands an enormous, withered tree."
"The tree was completely charred black, as if it had been struck by lightning, and its trunk was completely withered."
(End of chapter)