After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 340 The Shadow of the Sacred Tree
The Bu Shen tribe has been circling this forest many times, trying all sorts of methods, but none of them have worked.

Such a large tree cannot be put into the Qiankun Bag. Even if it were, for example, if it were cut down to only the root and the root was taken away, it would definitely not survive.

Bringing seeds or saplings is also impractical, because the sacred tree has not yet produced seeds, and saplings cannot be planted in the current state.

In desperation, Ling Qing's last straw was Mo Jiuwei.

When Ling Qing said that she definitely had a way, Mo Jiuwei did not deny it.

Mo Jiuwei also asked Headmaster Xu to pass on a map to Ling Qing. The route on the map was very suitable for the Bu Shen Clan, and this area of ​​Shuo Clan Tianluo Trees was on the route on the map.

Their ability to find the Sacred Tree within the short time the secret realm was open was originally arranged and instructed by Mo Jiuwei, and she naturally had ways to handle it.

So she nodded, "I can help you take it away."

"Really?"

"Great!"

"May the heavens bless my Diviner Clan!"

All the clansmen, including Ling Qing, were moved to tears by these words, and some even knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Jiuwei and the sacred tree.

Their diviner clan has had a truly difficult time. Just because they can predict the future, they have offended so many powerful forces and been driven out of their homes.

Their clansmen were either dead or scattered, and now only a few of them remain.

In fact, this clan secret technique was initially just a way for the clan members to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. The divination was nothing more than predicting what the weather would be like the next day, whether it was suitable for the clan members to go out, and whether it would be safe.

However, people are often greedy, and after learning that they have this ability, they seek them out to divine more things: what can I do to get rich, whether I can kill someone, etc.

Over time, things changed, and the Divination Clan seemed to become a tool in the hands of some people.

Sensing something amiss, the Bu Shen clan tried to distance themselves from trouble, but it was too late.

When they began to consider leaving, those forces could not tolerate their disobedience and were even more afraid that they would reveal their secrets. That's why they threatened and recruited them while also plotting to kill them.

Therefore, one of the new clan rules of the Divination God Clan is: to only divine for those who are destined to be divined, and not to divine things that are against heaven and reason.

Over the years, they have been hiding and completely escaping the world, but even so, they are still being targeted by the Chasing Wind Clan. If it weren't for Mo Jiuwei and the Immortal Sect's help, they would have been wiped out long ago.

After that, their lives improved day by day, and now even the sacred tree can…

Ling Qing's eyes shone like precious gems washed clean. He stared intently at Mo Jiuwei, his voice tinged with excitement and uncertainty, "Really?"

“Yes, really.” Mo Jiuwei’s gaze also settled on the Shuo Clan’s Heavenly Net Tree. “It’s time for what belongs to your Bu Shen Clan to be returned to its rightful place.”

Ling Qing's expression changed drastically. For some reason, these words resonated deep within his soul, as if something was echoing them.

“Now each of you stand in front of a sacred tree. Note that only one person can stand in front of each sacred tree. After you are in position, cut your middle finger, smear the blood on your forehead, close your eyes, use your spiritual power, and repeat your clan oath.”

Mo Jiuwei said one thing, and these people did it accordingly.

Soon, these people of the Divination Clan separated and stood before the Divine Tree, a smear of blood on their foreheads.

They were chanting their clan oath, and due to their cultivation techniques, each of them had a faint green spiritual aura, with the green one being the most prominent.

Their shouts echoed wave after wave, ripples spreading outwards and enveloping the divine tree before them. They couldn't see it with their eyes closed, but Mo Jiuwei saw it first—

These enormous divine trees, whose branches and leaves could not be shaken even by ordinary winds, were now swaying their leaves slightly, making a soft rustling sound.

At first, these rustling sounds just sounded like the wind, but when the sounds came together, the rustling became louder and more obvious.

Ling Qing twitched her ears and was the first to realize what was happening.

A thought struck him, and then his voice grew louder.

Meanwhile, other members of the clan also noticed the anomaly. Everyone wanted to open their eyes and see what was going on, but remembering Mo Jiuwei's words, they restrained themselves and forced themselves to continue.

"Well……"

Ling Qing was reciting when he suddenly felt something touch his forehead. He instinctively opened his eyes and saw a scene that made his eyes widen in surprise—

A branch appeared in front of him without his noticing, its tip pointing towards his forehead.

Then, a sharp pain shot through his forehead as the tip pierced his skin!

Ling Qing endured the pain, showing no fear or hesitation. On the contrary, he was filled with excitement, eagerly anticipating what was to come—

Suddenly, a strong wind arose!
Even though there was no wind here, the wind suddenly came, and the tree in front of Ling Qing swayed particularly violently.

The branch, still bearing a trace of his blood, retracted, and then that trace of blood spread from the branch to the tree trunk, leaving a very faint pink hue on the surface of the tree, forming a faint shadow.

Ling Qing opened her eyes wide and saw the shadowy figure walking towards her, getting closer and closer.

The instant their bodies touched, he felt a burning sensation on his forehead, and the shadow of the tree was actually absorbed into the wound on his forehead!

When she disappeared, the wound on Ling Qing's forehead had completely healed, leaving not a trace of blood, but a faint red mark that looked like a tree branch.

Ling Qing reached out and touched it. There was almost no special sensation under his hand, but he could feel that he was faintly connected with the sacred tree!

Just as Ling Qing was about to ask Mo Jiuwei something, she heard a noise beside her.

Another member of the clan experienced the same thing as Ling Qing, and this time Ling Qing witnessed it firsthand.

"The shadow of the sacred tree... So that's it! So this is the shadow of the sacred tree!"

Ling Qing murmured, her eyes shining brightly.

The records about the sacred tree are too ancient, and the Lingqing tribe was too busy fleeing for their lives, so it's inevitable that some important books were lost in the process.

Because of this, the tribespeople have very limited knowledge of the sacred tree. Apart from knowing its general appearance and its compatibility with the tribespeople, they only have a four-word description that they cannot understand.

Those four words are: The Shadow of the Sacred Tree.

It seems that only by doing this can one truly share its fate and gain the sacred tree's recognition and blessing.

But these four words are too ethereal and abstract. No matter how people interpret them, they cannot truly understand their meaning, let alone put them into practice.

Today, after seeing the sacred tree, they tried to understand the meaning of those four words, but to no avail.

And now, he finally understands.