It was a broken branch.
At the same time, it was also a somewhat withered branch.
At first glance, it was inconspicuous, like a broken dry branch that could be seen everywhere by the roadside.
"At that time, when we were in the Guardian Mansion, some spoiled humans saw Delicate Fragrance wandering alone in front of the flower shop."
Holding the branch in her hand, Zi Youyou said.
"You should be able to guess what happened after that even if we don't mention it. In the end, Delicate Fragrance smashed more than half of the Guardian Mansion in anger. If we hadn't acted in time, the Guardian Mansion would have been gone by now, right? "
Playing with the branch, Zi's voice carried a hint of ridicule.
Chewing the Emerald Prawn in his mouth carefully and feeling the fragrance that seemed to spread to his limbs and bones, Eight-cloud Ink narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zi with a faint smile.
He didn't believe that his sister "acted in time".
Presumably, Zi also deliberately hoped that Delicate Fragrance would make a scene like this so that the humans would know what was good for them.
Knowing that Eight-cloud Ink saw through his insincerity, Zi didn't care. After throwing the broken branch in his hand to Eight-cloud Ink, he focused on the supper that Lan He and Ashina brought over.
The moment he took the broken branch from Zi's hand, Eight-cloud Ink felt that his heart skipped a beat.
In his ears, the playful voices of the girls seemed to become a little ethereal.
Eight-cloud Ink seemed to see a towering tree standing on the vast earth.
Under the tree, there were countless people worshipping.
"Jianmu …"
Eight Cloud Ink said this name as if she had a stroke of good luck.
Then, the giant tree twisted and changed, and finally became a mountain with no top.
It was like a pillar that supported the sky.
"Ethereal."
In his mind, the Tree of Fantasy seemed to have gradually changed.
However, when Eight-cloud Ink was startled and looked carefully, he couldn't see any difference.
His sight returned to the broken branch in his palm.
"Mo 'er? Mo 'er? "
Zi's voice with some concern sounded in his ear.
"Hmm? What's the matter? "
"What's wrong?" Zi's eyes were filled with worry. "I've been in a daze since just now. The dishes are cold …"
On the table, the dishes that Lan He Ashina meticulously prepared had already turned cold.
So much time had passed?
Eight-cloud Ink slightly widened its eyes.
"Did you find anything? I can only feel that the aura on this thing is very ancient. It's a bit similar to the aura released by your Tree of Fantasy, but it's not exactly the same. "
Eight-cloud Ink nodded and looked at Zi. "Sister, do you know Jianmu?"
"Jianmu?"
Violet was shocked. She looked at the broken branch in Eight-cloud Ink's hand and said with a tone of disbelief.
"This broken branch belongs to Jianmu? How is this possible?! "
Eight-cloud Ink didn't quite believe it either, but there seemed to be a voice in the dark telling him that the towering tree was the Jianmu Tree.
"The Classic of Mountains and Seas states: Between the black waters of the Southwest South Sea, there is a vast field, buried after the Ji Dynasty. There is a tree with green leaves and purple stems. It's called Jianmu. It has no branches, nine stalks above and nine stalks below. In fact, it's like hemp. Its leaves are like awns. It's the work of the Yellow Emperor. "
After Eight-cloud Ink finished, Zi shook her head.
"That's just a misunderstanding of the Jianmu Tree. Mo 'er, do you know how the Jianmu Tree came about? "
"How is it?"
Zi Youyou sighed and raised her head to look at the bright moon in the night sky.
"This is too ancient. Even the guy known as the brain of the moon hasn't seen it with his own eyes."
Zi's voice suddenly became more ethereal.
"In the past, the Pillar of Heaven and Earth collapsed for some reason, causing the sky to fall and the earth to crack. Then, Goddess Nuwa patched up the sky … "
"I know this. Goddess Nuwa even cut off the Divine Turtle in the extreme north. It's enough to support the four poles of heaven and earth. This myth has been passed down in many worlds. "
Zi's white jade-like fingers gently tapped on the table and suddenly asked, "Then, if the four poles of heaven and earth are supported, what about the center?"
"Huh?"
"The thing that supports the center is the Jianmu Tree. And the Jianmu Tree is formed by the broken Divine Mountain Buzhou. "
Looking at Zi's gaze, Eight-cloud Ink frowned deeply.
"How … is it possible?!"
If the Jianmu Tree is really formed by Buzhou, then …
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the broken branch in her palm and felt that her throat was a little dry.
"I don't know if this is true or not, but I've heard Yonglin mention it. Although she hasn't seen it, she seems to know it innately. Even she doesn't understand why she has such a memory."
"Besides, Mo 'er, have you ever wondered why the myths and legends of many worlds are similar?"
Eight-cloud Ink shook her head.
Zi turned her head and looked at the girls who were laughing and playing in the corridor outside the pavilion. She covered her cheeks with her folding fan and said, "This is just a speculation. Moreover, it's made with the help of the ability of you and me as monsters who are born to be close to the origin to a certain extent —"
"Although the interference of information between worlds could be an explanation, I think that the more likely possibility is that a long time ago, the worlds were originally one."
"Mo 'er, what did you see when you held the broken branch just now?"
Eight-cloud Ink then told her what she suspected to be the Jianmu Tree and Buzhou.
Zi narrowed her eyes slightly.
After Eight-cloud Ink finished, Zi fell into deep thought.
"Ah, there are still too few clues. I can't make an effective judgment."
"However, combining Yonglin's memory and the scene you saw, even if the Jianmu Tree isn't formed by Buzhou, the two should be closely related."
"If the worlds were really one, then the split into so many worlds should have happened after the myth of Buzhou."
"Big Sister, if the Myriad Worlds were truly one, then why did they split apart?"
Zi shrugged and rolled her eyes at Eight-cloud Ink.
"We're not omniscient and omnipotent. How would we know? However, I think this matter should have something to do with the disappearance of the great gods from the ancient times. "
The ancient great gods were not like Kanako who was born later. Although they had great power, they still needed to rely on faith to maintain their existence.
They were the legendary gods that were born together with heaven and earth.
"Forget it. Let's not think about this for now. What do you plan to do with this broken branch?"
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the broken branch in her palm. She could vaguely feel the energy fluctuations from it that were similar to the Tree of Fantasy.
"Let's use it to stabilize the Great Barrier …"
"Although that's not bad, why doesn't Mo 'er use it to enhance her strength?"
Zi looked at Eight-cloud Ink with a smile.
"There's no need to rush the Great Barrier. Hasn't it stopped collapsing now? We can take it slow. As for you, Mo 'er, you should become a great monster as soon as possible! "
"After all, your 'realm' is already somewhat different from mine. If you become a great monster, I might be able to gain some new insights from you."
"Alright."
Eight-cloud Ink thought about it and felt that it was not a bad idea.
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