Vast waves undulated in the East China Sea, and day and night began to change. The sun's rays crossed the waves and eroded large tracts of mountains and seas into brilliant gold in an instant.
It's a new day.
The light has come to Xun Mountain, to the southern wilderness of Lanzhize.
Beside Yu Zai, several children kept napping, but there were also people supporting them. Yu Pan looked at Yu Zai without blinking, his eyes full of exploration and curiosity.
Wu has been sitting here all night. Except for breathing slightly, he has not moved at all. He is so quiet that he is unreal, just like a statue.
Guan Pan nudged Guanli with his elbow, and the latter rested his head on his shoulder, and his hair was already dripping on the ground.
"Its daybreak."
Yan Pan bared his teeth and didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of disturbing Wu Zai. However, after being pushed, Yan Pan actually lay down on the ground, as if he didn't want to get up.
Er, Wu, Qi, and the three children finally recovered from their half-asleep. The power of the sun brought the breath of revival to all things, and the mountains and fields that had been condensed all night began to fill with morning mist.
Dew gathered on their shoulders, making their simple clothes made of animal skins and linen wet.
"Shh... Wu is still sleeping, don't make any noise."
Yupan stood up and put his finger in front of his mouth. The three teenagers all covered their mouths, while Guanli was lying on the ground sleeping soundly. Yupan scratched his head, picked him up and took him away without leaving him. He woke up on the spot so as not to disturb Yuzai.
Chi Fang'er rubbed his eyes and looked at Yuzai, a little strange. He whispered to the other teenagers: "Am I not awake? The witch seems to have not moved all night. Is the witch praying, not sleeping?"
Chi Fangwu lowered his voice: "Maybe, witches can communicate with heaven and earth and can hear the voice of gods. Last night, it must have been a god among the stars in the sky who conveyed words to the witch, or maybe it was the voice of the ancestors."
Chi Fan'er grinned, very happy: "That must be because the ancestors liked the last monument very much."
They were all happy, but at this time, they found that their shadows began to lengthen.
The already bright sky seemed to have become dim at this time, but in fact, when the teenagers looked back, they saw that Yuzai was glowing.
A faint halo of light clings to the body, constantly dispersing ethereal hot mist outwards. Therefore, in this contrast, the sun that has cast its light on Xunshan seems to have lost its color.
The little ones looked at each other and looked a little dazed. They had never seen anything like this before, and the witch's behavior was incomprehensible to them.
The tall shadow walked over, and Yanpan turned around and met the old patriarch.
The old clan leader saw the state of Yu Zai. He asked the teenagers to leave here and gave an order that no clan member was allowed to come here to disturb the witch's practice.
"Clan leader, is that 'blessing'?"
Use blessings to communicate with the invisible gods of heaven and earth, walking into the wilderness.
The old patriarch said to Yupan: "It should be so. It's not the same as the old witch's wish, but you can't get close. The power of God will burn you... Look at those plants and trees."
The young people's eyes saw the grass on the ground.
They looked in disbelief.
The grass and trees began to grow vigorously around Yu Zai. They were bathed in the light. There seemed to be vast winds blowing between the sky and the earth, but it was chaotic and disorderly. Those winds lingered around Yu Zai, and the energy from Yu Zai's body escaped outwards. The misty clouds were unaffected.
"It's like the sun..."
Ruan Pan looked up to the sky subconsciously. He suddenly had a whim and said to the old patriarch: "Patriarch, you said that once, when Tao Tang was not emperor, Yi shot for ten days, fled eastward on one day, and fell to the world on nine days... ...Witch, it’s not a golden crow, is it?”
Yan Pan said this without thinking about it. The old patriarch was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry.
"What about you, are you also a little golden bird without fire feathers?"
The old patriarch patted Yan Pan on the head: "The powers of witches are not all the same. There are many changes that develop from fire."
On this day, it seemed that Wu would definitely not participate in the construction. The old patriarch ordered people to watch Wu carefully here, and at the same time took the others away from here.
Today's work has not started yet. There are many things that need to be done by everyone. We can't just stay here in a daze.
"The witch has become powerful, and we cannot let down the witch."
...........
The sun in the sky moved from the east to the west, and the brightness gradually faded away. The sky and the earth became dark again, but the place where Yu Zai was was still blazing. He was like a small fixed sun, emitting light and heat. , at the same time, the vegetation around him became more lush.
boom--
It was like something exploded.
Yan Fou, who was keeping watch at night, was startled. He saw Yan Tu staring blankly in a certain direction. There was a particularly large tree stump there. It was the bottom of the largest two-person tree on the first day of felling. It was too large. It was round and huge, so it was kept by the concubine and used as a pier.
But now, what they saw was that the round tree stump that had been chopped off started to crack, and green leaves continued to grow one after another!
Immediately afterwards, flower bones gradually squeezed out from the leaves!
Withered trees bloom and old flowers bloom again!
"Crap, grass... grass has grown! My family has grass!"
"It's blooming! My house is blooming!"
Shouts began to ring out one after another, and the teenagers came out of their simple wooden sheds, and peanut leaves began to bloom on the shelves of those wooden sheds.
At this time, Yu Zai woke up, the light on his body began to disappear, and his whole person returned to his normal temperament.
"The 'wishes' are over."
The fiery energy gradually dissipated in Yu Zai's eyes. In the desolate fire, Yu Zai prayed to the sun, strengthening his witchcraft power.
There are three witchcrafts obtained. Of course, it is a bit hard to pronounce using the ancient sayings of mountains and seas. To put it simply:
[Initial fission reaction explosion].
[Flame temperature enhancement].
[Accelerate the boiling of the blood of the gods, increase the level of awakening, and at the same time deify the surroundings].
The words of mountains and seas:
Namely [Fenhe], [Fire], [Jinyun Divine Blood].
Burning harmony, destroying the nature of neutrality.
A big fire, a strong flame.
Jinyun's divine blood belongs to the second awakening.
However, it seems that something is not quite right.
Lowering his head and looking at the grass that had almost submerged the stone pier, Yu Zai's eyes flashed with lightness.
He stretched out his hand and fiddled with it, and the grass tip swayed slightly.
This is really a good change.
It's not the witchcraft that summons Jumang, but it's born purely with the light of the sun. Is this deification?
It must be yes.
Then the deified light affected the surrounding plants.
When Yuzai was praying, he felt the infusion of those winds. They should be the "qi" floating between heaven and earth. They were entering his body and constantly making his connection with the sun more closely.
Yu Zai didn't know if this was an ability that all witches had.
Because there is no record of this in the old witch's memory.
Yuzai's head lowered slightly.
So far, no more responses can be obtained. The physical body has a load limit, and the current tribe has not yet opened the totem.
But thinking about it, this level of power should be enough for the time being.
It’s been a long time, but now is not the time to explode.
