This light was brimming with the Qi of life, but it also possessed the power to destroy all things in the world.
This light was not pure white, nor was it gold. It was mottled and complex, not pure.
What was the Wildfire of the Celestial Trees? The waves of heat in the stone path were not, nor were the pillars of fire shooting out of the swamp. This was the true Wildfire.
Countless years ago, the ancestors of the demi-humans obtained the true origin of the Wildfire and hid it deep in the magma. Later on, only demi-human experts with incredible potential and talent had the chance to enter the depths of the Celestial Trees and sense the Qi of the Wildfire, using it to comprehend the true meaning of power.
But why had the young man in the bamboo hat said this?
The Wildfire of the Celestial Trees was Sacred Light?
Sacred Light from where?
From the Li Palace?
From Holy Maiden Peak?
Or was it from that faraway continent?
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The massive projection of the ancestral spirit of the demi-humans fell into the spiritual worlds of Xiaode, Xuanyuan Po, and the others. The underground cave was filled with flames. They silently kowtowed to the tall figure in the flames. They didn't mobilize their true energy to protect their bodies, and they didn't even dare to have any thoughts of resisting. They just let the beam of light that came out of nowhere hit their bodies.
As long as their loyalty and courage gained the approval of the ancestral spirit, the Wildfire would enter their bodies. In a very short amount of time, it would transform and strengthen their bodies. Compared to the obstacles and improvements in the stone path, this was the true baptism of the Wildfire.
The young man did not kneel, did not close his eyes, and certainly did not pray.
He stood in front of the sea of fire, his hands held behind him as he quietly gazed at the colossal ancestral spirit and sensed the Qi of the Wildfire. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
He had taken the enormous risk of leaving Xuelao City to come here naturally because he wanted to express his sincerity in allying with the demi-humans, but that was the least important reason.
He had truly come to White Emperor City for three things. The first was to investigate the secret of the ancestral spirit of the demi-humans and the Wildfire of the Celestial Trees.
The ancestral spirit of the demi-humans had already appeared and the Wildfire had fallen on his body. He and the Military Advisor had finally confirmed a conjecture that had existed for a very long time.
The Wildfire of the Celestial Trees truly was Sacred Light.
To him, this was an extremely important matter. It could help him fill in the picture called history even more clearly.
Madam Mu had probably already guessed that he had come to participate in the Heavenly Selection ceremony for some reason, like to personally see the Wildfire and the ancestral spirit.
There was even a chance that the White Emperor cultivating deep in the mountains knew of this matter.
But these two Saints probably did not care too much.
The demons themselves did not really understand what the Wildfire that had been passed down by their ancestors was.
Every time he thought of this, the young man in the bamboo hat would find it hard to suppress his scorn and contempt.
Moreover, while Madam Mu had guessed that he wanted to see the Wildfire, and of the Wildfire, the Divine God, the God, the with with, with, Wu Emperor of Gods.
Moreover, while Madam Mu guessed that he wanted to see the Wildfire, she also wanted to see how he would deal with it.
He with of of Chen of of Demon, he wanted to of demon, and he wanted to, so of the God of the Wildfire of a a. with, he of
The current Wildfire was countless times more powerful than the waves of heat in the stone path, and his two sacred artifacts of the Demon race were already so heavily damaged that they could no longer be used. What method could he possibly use to endure?
The pressure exuded by the ancestral spirit grew stronger and stronger, its body growing taller and taller. In some incomprehensible manner, it surpassed the several hundred zhang of space in the cave. In a dark part of the void, it gazed down at him like he was an ant on the ground.
Whether it was in the dark void or in the real world, the scorching Wildfire was everywhere, imbued with energy that could destroy all.
His face grew paler and paler, more and more sweat flowed from his body, but before his clothes could be soaked, the sweat evaporated.
From time to time, a hint of pain would flash across his delicate face. One could imagine what kind of torture he was enduring at this moment.
But there was no fear on his face or in his black eyes, not even a hint of panic.
When the figure of the ancestral spirit reached its tallest, about to burst through the starry sky.
When the Wildfire in the cave grew fiercer and fiercer, when the roots of the Celestial Trees began to truly burn.
When the light smoke falling from his bamboo hat was burned into nothingness and the edge of the hat began to burst with sparks.
He took out two very small stone statues.
These two statues were carved from some sort of stone. They seemed to be made of gold or jade, but they also gave off an incredibly smooth feeling.
These two statues depicted two naked people. One indifferently stood upright while the other had his hands on his knees, seemingly in thought. Although they were very small, they were extremely vivid and intelligent.
If Bie Yanghong or Madam Mu were present, they would naturally recognize the origins of these two statues.
These were the two Angels from the Sacred Light Continent.
Black Robe had used some sort of method to turn them into two stone statues.
These two stone statues had been quietly standing by the back gate of the courtyard in the western part of White Emperor City this entire time.
Then, they had been brought here by the young man in the bamboo hat.
He gripped the two Angel statues and extended them into the Wildfire.
The Wildfire that filled the sky seemed to sense something. After pausing for a moment, it became even wilder and fiercer, howling as it lunged at the two statues.
The extremely hot and destructive Qi of the Wildfire touched the two statues and was instantly sucked away.
The two Angel statues themselves did not change. They only grew a little brighter, but they were still cold, like two black holes.
The young man looked at the statues in his hands, his expression growing more and more solemn. Even his breathing seemed to stop.
The Wildfire continued to pour into the two Angel statues, causing terrifying howls to rise up in the cavern.
With the passage of time, the two Angel statues grew brighter and brighter.
At some point, the ancestral spirits of the Demi-human race had dispersed.
After some time, the Wildfire in the cavern was finally sucked away by the two Angel statues and the temperature gradually returned to normal. The surface of the lava gradually solidified, returning to a grayish-black color. The roots of the Celestial Tree on the ceiling had been scorched into tatters. Presumably, it had not suffered such devastation in the last tens of thousands of years.
The two statues gradually dimmed, ultimately returning to their original state. But compared to before, they had undergone a very secretive transformation.
The lines on the statues had become more realistic, the emotionless faces of the Angels more vivid. One could even faintly feel their eyelashes blink.
It was like they really would come to life in the next moment.
The young man looked at the two statues in his hands, many emotions appearing in his black eyes.
There was wariness and fear, mockery and worry. These emotions were incomparably complex, ultimately transforming into a tinge of confusion.
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The first to end the baptism of the Wildfire was Xiaode, followed by Xuanyuan Po. The other two demi-human experts had not yet returned to the high platform.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered over the mountains, thunder and lightning crackled as a torrential downpour descended.
Mist rose from the mountains, a strange sight caused by the evaporation of the rain by the Wildfire.
Xiaode suddenly turned to look at a certain mountain to the northeast.
The moment he turned, the Xiang clan leader and many of the ministers and generals of the Demi-human race also turned their gazes in that direction.
The mist in that mountain was so thick that it instantly shrouded an area of several dozen li and then drifted into the sky.
Vaguely, one could see the gigantic Celestial Tree swaying in the mountains, emitting a thunderous sound.
Why was the Wildfire burning so fiercely? Why was the Celestial Tree afraid? Just what was happening there?
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