Chapter 257 The Eight-Armed Soul Clan Ancestor Crushes a Celestial God with One Hand!
The moment Bibi Dong's essence blood fell, the ancient bronze mirror also burst forth with divine light.
Immediately afterwards, a huge screen of light unfolded above the altar.
The scene is about to appear.
Bibi Dong watched this scene with a sense of despair, waiting for that moment to arrive.
They waited for the background of Douluo Continent to be revealed, for the gods to see the abrupt words on the sky, and for them to be suppressed on the spot as an outsider.
However, one breath, two breaths, three breaths passed.
The expected scenario of the lie being exposed did not unfold; instead, a series of sobs erupted.
Bibi Dong cautiously opened her eyes and followed everyone's gaze to look at the light screen in mid-air.
She was completely stunned after just one glance.
There was no Douluo Continent displayed on the light screen, nor were there any text borders!
When the Illusionary Heavenly Mirror extracted the image from this drop of blood essence, it seemed to encounter an unimaginable power.
That force automatically concealed everything unimportant, revealing only a few fragmented images!
The scene depicts an ancient and vast land.
Deep within that land, in front of an extremely inconspicuous stone village, stands a gigantic, charred, lightning-struck tree.
The thick tree trunk had long since turned to charcoal, but a tender willow branch, emitting a faint green glow, hung from the top of the broken piece of wood.
Outside, thunderstorms raged and ferocious beasts ran rampant.
The willow branch swayed gently, emitting soft ripples visible to the naked eye, protecting the entire stone village from all harm.
Then the screen flashed.
A tiny, exquisitely beautiful baby appeared under the tree, holding a jar of animal milk in its hands.
The little baby stumbled over, babbling and calling out to the Willow Goddess. The emerald green willow branch, as if showing the baby great affection, gently brushed across the baby's forehead, letting down a wisp of primal vitality.
Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of ancient immortals on the altar plain knelt down in a dark mass.
"It really is the Ancestral Spirit!"
"The Ancestral Spirit is not dead! She is protecting this land, she is undergoing rebirth!"
"My God, I knew it! The Ancestral Spirit is unkillable!"
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For a moment, even the old god of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan was so excited that he burst into tears, kowtowing repeatedly to the light screen, his forehead hitting the ground with a loud thud.
In contrast, the few arrogant and rebellious gods in mid-air were now deathly pale, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
The celestial being, covered in scales, stared at the Willow Goddess in the light screen, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
However, the scene on the light screen was not over yet.
Suddenly, the desolate landscape in the scene changed color abruptly!
Endless chaotic mist descended from the heavens, and in the distance, a supreme figure, so imposing that his face was completely obscured, descended with several other figures.
The figure merely stood there, and the light screen projected by the Illusionary Heavenly Mirror began to distort violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment!
Even though the image was blurry, everyone could still vaguely make out the people accompanying that supreme figure.
There was a baby drinking milk, and an old man wearing a green robe.
There was also a stunningly beautiful woman with six wings on her back and dazzling golden hair, and a Taoist boy.
Then, a majestic voice slowly emanated from the mouth of that supreme figure.
"Today I will guide you into the Celestial Court."
"Help you reshape your ancient immortal form and return to your peak!"
As these words fell, the ancient divine artifact, the Illusionary Heavenly Mirror, which had been passed down for countless years, could no longer withstand the cause and effect involved in the scene and cracked on the spot!
As the divine artifact shattered, the light barrier vanished instantly.
However, the goddess of the beautiful race was not saddened by the shattering of the magical artifact; she simply stared blankly at the sky.
Not only her, but the entire altar plain was silent.
Because everyone realized something terrifying: the supreme being that appeared in the scene just now had such a vast and profound causal relationship that it was simply beyond the capacity of a mere divine artifact to bear or fathom!
This also perfectly confirms everything Bibi Dong said!
The ancestral spirit is not dead!
Not only did she not die, but she was also taken away by an unparalleled powerhouse who could not even look directly at the divine artifacts, and was even to help her return to her peak!
"Gulp."
Upon seeing this, the gaunt old man with bony wings on his back swallowed hard, his bones trembling.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, who was slumped on the ground, looked at the situation that had been reversed in an instant and guessed what was going on.
Then, Bibi Dong also managed to stand up.
Then he turned his head and looked at the eight-armed Soul Clan Old God and the Beauty Clan God in front of him.
"Two seniors."
"Now you can prove that what I said was true."
"Not only that, at the very end of the scene, the one standing next to the Celestial Court Lord was being guided along with the Ancestral Sacrifice Spirit."
"That woman with golden hair and six wings on her back."
"She is indeed my biological daughter, Qian Renxue."
"If you don't believe me, senior, if you have any magical treasures, you are welcome to investigate."
Upon hearing this, the old god of the eight-armed soul clan, who was standing to the side, also widened his eyes, his eyeballs almost bulging out.
The goddess of the beautiful race gasped in shock and was forced to re-examine the woman before her.
"What, what did you say?"
"The person who followed that lord and accompanied the Ancestral Spirit Lord, is your daughter?!"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong nodded without hesitation, acknowledging it.
Meanwhile, the rebellious gods in mid-air changed their expressions and immediately tried to flee.
"Run!"
The rebellious god, covered in scales, let out a strange cry and instantly tried to flee.
Seeing this, the other gods also wanted to flee the place.
"Can you get away?"
However, just as they had fled a short distance, a terrifying aura that had been dormant for countless years suddenly revived in the ancestral land of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan!
The moment this aura appeared, it completely blocked all their escape routes.
A powerful figure at the level of a cult leader!
The next second, a giant arm reached out from the void, grabbed the rebellious gods, and crushed them!
In an instant, blood rained down.
Several high and mighty gods were wiped out on the spot in front of the sect leader-level powerhouse, which shocked the heroes!
Upon realizing who had made the move, everyone present lowered their heads in awe.
Soon, the void rippled slightly, and an elderly man in his seventies, dressed in coarse linen clothes and seemingly ordinary, but with eight solid arms behind him, slowly stepped out into the air.
He is the true foundation of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, a patriarch-level elder who has lived for countless years!
After this patriarch-level figure appeared, he didn't even glance at the rain of blood filling the sky. Instead, he descended directly from mid-air and arrived in front of Bibi Dong.
"Young friend, since you are related to the Sacrificial Spirit, you are an honored guest of my Eight-Armed Soul Clan."
"May I travel with you to the Eight-Armed Soul Clan for a chat?"
(End of chapter)