The life of Thunderbird is very long, and he has no idea how many years he has spent.
However, these pictures are like a fast-forward movie, depicting its long and short life.
There is a lot of information here.
It turns out that Sky Island did not appear from the beginning.
It turns out that Sky Island lowered the spikes to destroy the ancient silver trees.
Just, why?
As far as he knew, the silver-white ancient tree was connected to the earth veins and had the effect of stabilizing the power of the earth veins.
The most direct examples are the sudden changes in the environment after the silver-white ancient trees in the Snow Mountains were destroyed, and the heavy fog that appeared in Heguan.
It's a pity that Thunderbird's memory contains no content about the humans under his feet, otherwise the reason for lowering the Sky Nail may be found in it.
Sigh, I can't figure it out, I can't figure out why Sky wants to destroy something that stabilizes the earth's veins...
Jiang Bai put away the feather and put these thoughts aside for the time being.
He could feel that the resentment in this feather was purified by Aru's singing, and the power brought by carrying it could also be fully displayed.
Crane view.
Aru's singing seemed to reach here across the ocean.
The thunderstorm in the sky subsided, and the fog rarely dispersed, revealing the sunshine.
"It seems normal." Hutao looked up at the sky.
"While the fog has cleared, let's climb to the top of the mountain and have a look. I still don't know what this island looks like." Yidou was eager to give it a try.
God knows whether this fog will appear again. Being in the fog all the time, what you can see is really limited.
"Let's go, that's what I meant."
"Today I'm going to show you this new trick I've developed. You won't have to climb any mountains in the future!"
"Oh?" Hutao was a little curious about what he had researched.
Yi Dou took out a comb and combed his hair, then snapped his fingers.
The rock pillars formed directly from the feet of the two of them, growing, growing, and growing until they were sent to the top of the mountain.
Stepping on the rock at the top of the mountain, Yidou snapped his fingers again, and the rock pillar collapsed.
"How about it?"
"Not bad!" Hutao gave a thumbs up.
It's a pity that her fire element cannot be used like this.
Standing high on the top of Mount Suga, you can have an unobstructed view of the scenery below.
From the field of view, the entire Heguan was in a very dilapidated state, and the entire island seemed to have been burned, showing a gloomy color.
"I don't know how many years it will take for this place to recover..."
"With sunshine, plants grow very quickly."
Hutao nodded and modified his map as he walked.
The map of Heguan in her hand may be the only one she drew, and it does not exist in the outside world.
Hu Tao had a headache as he looked at the confused souls gradually appearing below.
"There are so many, so you have to be busy."
Fortunately, she was not alone, otherwise she would have died of exhaustion here.
"Boss, look what this is!"
Yidou found a small purple flower that had turned into jade on the top of the mountain.
This flower grows in ashes and is the only bright color on this gray-brown rock.
However, it is not as soft as petals, but as hard as jade, and is cold to the touch.
Hutao came over and touched the petals and felt it, and was very surprised.
"It's actually a holy relic!"
They just climbed up to the top of the mountain to take a look, and found a holy relic!
What kind of luck is this!
"Isn't it said that it is difficult to form a holy relic? How did this flower become a holy relic?"
Yidou didn't quite understand, but finding a holy relic so easily gave him the illusion that the holy relic was easy to find.
Hu Tao looked around and his eyes fell on the altar not far away.
"It survived the thunderbird's angry thunder that destroyed everything. It silently witnessed everything and grew here alone for two thousand years."
"Keep it well, it's a very precious thing."
Yidou nodded and prepared to dig up the wild flower by its roots.
But he didn't want to think that as soon as the rhizome left the soil, it quickly turned into ashes and disappeared, leaving only the small jade-like flower.
"This..." Yidou didn't know what to do for a while.
"Normal phenomenon. After becoming a holy relic, it already has the characteristics of immortality and will not wither or wither."
The same goes for the transformation. When a flower does not wither or wither, it is no longer the same.
Hutao touched a plum blossom on his hat.
Those were the flowers her father put in her hair before leaving when she was very young.
She has carried it with her for so many years, either putting it on her hat as an ornament, inserting it in her hair, or wearing it as a brooch on her chest.
Her parents' love for her is all placed in this red plum. Over the years, it has always maintained its gorgeous color and has never withered or withered.
For holy relics, the word "Holy" is in the front and "Relic" is in the back.
Emotions and memories are placed in them, giving them extraordinary power.
Yidou nodded and put the flower away.
"The fog has begun to recover again. Let's go to the festival."
Hutao unfolded his wings of wind and flew towards the altar below.
There are too many confused souls there. The earth's veins are no longer disordered and they will not stay here. They all have to be sent to the afterlife.
"Boss, wait for me!"
Yi Dou Ma followed quickly.
In this fog, once lost, it is difficult to find.
The walnut fell into the altar without attracting any attention.
The soul here has stayed here for too long and has lost too much of its true spirit, unable to respond to changes in the outside world.
Except one person.
That is the priest standing on the high platform of the altar.
He still maintained the same appearance as before, looking sad and painful.
"We were all wrong from the beginning"
He murmured in a low voice, his voice was sad and desperate, and tears could not stop falling from his face covered by his hands.
It wasn't until the thunderbird roared that he understood why everything was wrong.
The Thunderbirds don't need rituals, their blood sacrifices mean nothing.
"It's better for ghosts to shed less tears. When the tears dry up, the soul will dissipate." Hu Tao's voice rang from the side.
The altar raised his head and saw her appearance clearly through the hazy tears.
"Are you from outside? Where is Aru? Have you seen Aru?"
"Aru, he has calmed down the thunderbird's anger and left. So, you can leave."
The priest showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"That's right. It's better if everyone dies and nothing like this will happen again."
Who could be more miserable than him when he sacrificed his own son alive to their gods, only to find out in the end that it was all a mistake?
Hu Tao didn't say anything more, and used the magic weapon to open a passage.
"thank you all."
His tears fell on the crown of his head, which was mostly buried beneath the soil.
The tears diluted the dust, and the gray crown revealed some of its original beautiful color.
(End of chapter)
