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Chapter 624 93. The grandest sacrifice ()

Li Xi'an pushed open the temple door, and Zhou Fa subconsciously urged it.

The sound of the heavy wooden door traveled through time and overlapped at a certain moment in the past. His action of stepping into this temple was done by someone tens of millions of years ago, and the same dust was stirred up here.

Different from the expected strong smell of blood, what came from the temple was the fragrance of mahogany.

Li Xi'an raised his head, and two foxes were scurrying around under his feet. As divine envoys, they have always only served the gods on the altar. There is no real master here. Even if they know that this is a huge and strange altar, it is the same. The ancient gods eat the world, and they attract the food that the gods love.

But that feeling disappeared at this moment. The whole temple was peaceful and quiet, as if it was not the bloody place where gods stood overlooking the world, but an ancient temple built in the mountains. The bells were ringing and the dim stars were shining brightly. The front of Xi'an descended and became an eternal curtain.

In the center of the temple, something that had never existed before appeared.

The moment Li Xi'an stepped into the temple, the shadow cast by the giant tree enveloped him.

When you raise your head, you will find that it is an old camphor tree, with tangled branches stretching out wantonly, leaves whirling, and the rustling sound mixed with the bells, like an ensemble.

Looking closer, there is nothing unusual about this tree. The treetops are covered with red ribbons for blessings, and the branches are slightly bent by the weight of those wishes.

The two foxes no longer circled around Li Xi'an. They ran into the temple quickly and took out something from inside. The two foxes were holding a ribbon in their mouths. The red ribbon was the same as the ribbon on the camphor tree, but it was not as bright. The edge was inlaid with gold flowing clouds.

Li Xi'an took the ribbon and saw that the place on the ribbon where the wish should be written was blank.

He picked up the red silk and walked into the temple dedicated to the gods. The altar was filled with broken stone statues. The stones were scattered on the ground. Li Xi'an could see half of Xuannv's broken face. The foxes followed him in. They tilted their heads, as if it was their first time here, and their eyes were puzzled.

The fox pointed at the gravel on the ground and then outside the temple.

Li Xi'an understood what the fox meant and nodded. Not long after, the two foxes took brooms and began to clean the place. They cleared away the rubble, leaving a clean temple for Li Xi'an.

There was nothing on the altar. There was no trace of the gods who feasted on the world. He was the only one left here.

Not even the enemy he imagined.

The peaceful atmosphere here gave him the illusion of setting foot in Kunlun for the first time.

It seems that there is nothing he needs to worry about here. This is his destination, and he should stay here to witness the changes of time and the changes in the world.

Li Xi'an shook his head gently to expel this idea from his mind.

This is far from the end.

He stretched out his hand and slid across the altar, feeling the traces of the god's past presence. Zhoufa emerged, a pair of eyes trying to explore the past and know the origin of the gods. Tracing back, constantly tracing back, the spirit burned crazily in the process, and the golden spirit turned into flames and danced on the surface of Li Xi'an's body.

He saw countless intertwined light shafts shattered, he saw all the people worshiping towards the majestic mountains, and he saw a pair of hands picking up stones and carving them into the image of gods. Seeing behind the vermilion temple, the big sun and the cold moon disappeared at the same time, the light of the stars was hidden in the darkness, and the place was dimmed forever.

After standing there for a long time, Li Xian's palm jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.

He saw the origin of the gods.

Or the origins of the gods he killed.

The first creature to come to heaven was Suiren, and he took a stone tablet from here. The second being who came here was Fuxi. He made the buds in the temple grow and eventually grew into a giant tree.

The tree brought the spirit and made the stone statues here come alive, so these stone statues became gods.

Li Xi'an looked at the towering trees in the temple, and he realized where Fuxi's power to make the trees grow came from. The Qing Emperor mentioned in the legend was in charge of the wood element among the five heavenly emperors and lived in the east. He originally thought that the Secret Age began to involve laws from Shaodian, but he did not expect that he would be exposed to this power from the time of the Fuxi clan. "High priest?" Fox cleaned the temple and asked when he saw Li Xi'an staring blankly at the giant tree.

They gestured to Li Xi'an with the red silk and said: "You sacrificed to the gods, so you can achieve wishes far beyond what people in the past thought and hold unimaginable power. I think you may not understand what this means." Why are you so indifferent to this red silk?"

The tone of the foxes was very sincere. They didn't care whether it was the gods or the red dragons who lived here. They would always serve this temple, not the beings who lived in it.

Li Xi'an didn't answer them. He pointed at the tree and said, "Do you know where this tree comes from?"

The fox shook his head, "It existed when we were born. It will appear after every sacrifice. The gods will take out the red silk and write down what they need. Whatever they need, the tree will give it. After the sacrifice is completed, the tree will Disappear until the next sacrifice."

"What kind of wish can I make?" Li Xi'an asked.

"A lot, you can even become the new Emperor of Heaven."

"The new Emperor of Heaven?"

"It was the Emperor of Heaven who first built this place and created the gods. Later, the Emperor of Heaven disappeared. The empty throne on the altar symbolizes the disappeared Emperor of Heaven." The fox replied.

After they answered, they noticed Li Xi'an's detection, and then added: "After the gods disappeared, we got some revelations, including this thing that we had never known before, that is, the existence of the Emperor of Heaven. It may be for the better. To serve the high priest, the remaining temple chose us.”

Li Xi'an walked under the tree, and the branches and leaves were fluttering and glowing, as if to welcome him.

The red silk slipped naturally from Li Xi'an's hand, then flew up and hung at the top of the tree crown. This was the most colorful piece of red silk among all.

Slowly, the wishes of the worshiper are described in gold inscriptions on the blank red silk surface.

This temple seems to have come to life at this moment, turning into a mysterious altar.

Painted with blood, it spreads with Li Xian as the center.

The fox looked over and then froze.

Incomprehensible lines are outlined on the red silk. Those lines are constantly extending and extending, like branches that grow crazily. They even grow beyond the limitations of the red silk itself to the outside world.

This scene went beyond the scenes of sacrifices to gods that the fox had ever seen.

They couldn't understand it, they only felt the extremely powerful spirit manifesting on the red silk, and then extending outward with the help of the tree.

Among the thousands of swinging light axes, fire and earth appeared around Li Xi'an.

The tree accepted these two divine words and grew taller and taller.

The temple shook, and the bronze bell was struck by invisible force, like a song from ancient times.

The surging spirit beat stunned the foxes, and they heard Li Xi'an mumbling to himself at the last moment they lost consciousness.

"It's not enough," he said.

　After I went to Nanjing to collect materials and came back, I am so strong now.

　　(End of this chapter)