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Chapter 372 The Little Ancestor's Rebellious Canary (1)

The realm of gods, the temple of creation.

Amidst layers of restrictions, the ancient creator god, seated cross-legged on a lotus throne, had his robes fluttering. His entire body was enveloped in golden light, and a gilded rune appeared between his brows, growing brighter and brighter.

The enormous celestial book above its head materialized from the void, and also began to radiate golden light.

One after another, the phantom images of people and books were cast into the golden light, like Sun Wukong plucking a hair and blowing out thousands of extra-legal clones in reverse.

The Godly Rich System, which had been puzzled by the little ancestor's enormous divine soul, was able to bind to it without destroying it. The secret was silently revealed in the magnificent hall unknown to it.

As more and more phantom images entered her body, the stunningly beautiful woman, whose appearance was as dignified as a jade sculpture, gradually came to life.

As the last phantom entered his body, golden light suddenly shone brightly, and the bell of the Divine Realm's welcoming bell suddenly rang out for a long time!
The gods looked up in surprise, put down what they were doing, and silently counted the number of times the welcoming bell had rung.

The bell tolls three times, signifying that a new god has ascended to heaven from the mortal realm.

Nine chimes signify the return of a minor deity who has undergone tribulation (gilding) in the mortal realm.

The tolling of the bell on the 29th signifies the return of the heavenly gods from their mission.

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The tolling of the bell nine times signifies that the ancient creator god's soul descended to the mortal realm and then returned to the world.

And coincidentally, this time the welcoming bell resounded for a long time, striking exactly eighty-one times!
The gods' eyes widened in surprise. When did that little ancestor go down to the mortal realm? How come there wasn't a single word about it?

What was the purpose of that person descending to the mortal realm?
It couldn't be... Thinking of a certain possibility, many gods who had participated in that matter began to feel uneasy.

If that person really descended to the mortal realm for the sake of that scourge, wouldn't all their secret schemes... have been discovered?
There were also gods who were overjoyed and couldn't contain their excitement, and gods who just wanted to pass the time by reading gossip, waiting for the first-hand juicy gossip from the "front lines".

The return of our little ancestor is a cause for celebration and reverence from all the gods.

However, the gods who were heading to the Temple of Creation were blocked by the restrictions, just like the usual way their little ancestor always secluded himself.

Well... no one can be sure whether this little ancestor hasn't come out of seclusion yet, or is just too lazy to socialize.

After all, this person's hobbies are extremely peculiar. He often goes into seclusion for thousands or tens of thousands of years, and he never comes out of seclusion unless it is a major crisis of life and death in the God Realm.

It was only because they picked up a troublemaker back then that the temple doors weren't practically never opened like they are now.

The gods waited and waited outside the gate, but there was no sign that it would open. Knowing that this person would probably go into seclusion for at least a thousand or eight hundred years after returning, they lost interest and dispersed.

Those gods who had come anxiously to inquire about the news all breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion.

It's good that we don't leave the border!
If they don't leave the border, they'll have plenty of time to clean up the mess and leave no way for the authorities to prove anything!
The gods departed with their own thoughts, but this did not affect Qingyao, who had gathered her spirits and returned to her place in the main hall. She suddenly opened her eyes, got up, and headed towards the back hall.

Holding the Heavenly Book, Qingyao stood before the hot spring shrouded in white mist and tossed it into the air.

The Heavenly Book suddenly grew larger and hovered above the hot spring pool, like a giant "pot lid" that enveloped the entire pool.

Inside the Heavenly Book, a dense mass of black, fat chicks fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Upon closer inspection, each small wooden carving has a different appearance and expression, but without exception, they are all made using lacquered wood craftsmanship, with exquisite workmanship and lifelike appearance!

The black, fat chicks splashed and fell into the hot spring, but before they could sink to the bottom, they all floated on the surface, just like the ugly ducklings floating on the water.

The "ugly ducklings" huddled together, quickly filling the entire pond, too numerous to count. And each of these "ugly ducklings," enough to terrify anyone with trypophobia, contained a fragment of a tiny creature's soul.

The more shattered his soul was back then, the more "ugly ducklings" have "split" out now.

As if sensing the heat of the hot spring, or perhaps being extremely afraid of water, the black, plump chicks inside began to struggle and tremble in the bubbling, gradually heating hot spring.

Qingyao scoffed lightly: "I promised to pluck your feathers and stew you in soup, and I will definitely keep my word."

"If you have the ability to rebel, you should also have the ability to bear any punishment."

"This is a top-grade Creation Spring. Using it to brew a pot of Xuanfeng Soup would be worthy of your status."

Black fat chicks: ...

The bewildered expressions of those animals frozen in the pool were just like those who had been deeply shocked, incredulously struck by lightning.

Qingyao's mood suddenly improved, and she happily waved her hand to release the Azure Lotus Throne. She leaned back and nestled on it, watching with great interest as the divine spring boiled the fat black chicks. She treated the bubbling sound as white noise and gradually felt a little sleepy.

Those dark eyes closed gently. After an unknown amount of time, one by one, the fat black chicks boiled in the hot spring turned belly up and sank to the bottom. As more and more fat black chicks sank to the bottom, the color of the soup slowly turned golden yellow.

Strands of black-gold threads emerged from the hot spring, gradually converging on the surface of the Heavenly Book and transforming into decorative patterns on its outer shell.

Once the last black fat chick sank to the bottom, there were no more "ugly ducklings" floating on the surface of the hot spring. The boiling water turned golden and thick, like a pot of thick corn soup about to be cooked.

The golden light shimmered and sparkled, and the steam rose from the water, its aroma filling the air—it was incredibly tempting.

Awakened by the fragrance, Qingyao opened her eyes and saw that the incomplete patterns on the Heavenly Book had been repaired, and a black-gold divine essence was floating above the hot spring.

That was her divine essence.

Qingyao lightly hooked her finger, and the divine essence entered her brow. Suddenly, a dark light shone brightly, and all the negative emotions from all directions converged and condensed around Qingyao, as thick as black mist, rushing to drill into her body.

Having resolved the lingering issues and absorbed and refined these negative emotions, a refreshing fragrance emanated from Qingyao's body, spreading towards the Six Realms, which had become irritable and unstable due to the accumulation of too many negative emotions.

With her divine status restored, completing this tedious task finally became easy, as natural as breathing. Qingyao relaxed her body and mind for the first time in a long time and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the pool, the shadow of a giant phoenix is ​​faintly visible in the golden broth.

Like sprinkling seasoning, Qingyao threw handfuls of extremely precious and rare natural treasures from the God Realm, which were only found once every million years, into the pool and boiled them over a great fire once more.

The hot spring boiled again, and the phoenix phantom that had previously only appeared as a shadow gradually rose to the surface as the soup boiled, its feathers dissolving into the hot spring and disappearing.

The real "plucked feathers and stewed soup" begins at this moment!

The colorful, precious liquid, dissolved by the divine spring, all converged towards the giant "bald chicken".

The rich, golden broth essence rushed into the cavities of the "bald chicken," seemingly trying to stew it until it was even softer and more tender.

It's as if it can't be not delicious enough, it has to be fully flavorful!

Boil over high heat, simmer over low heat, until the soup pool becomes crystal clear, as if there is nothing there, and you can see the "bald chickens" floating on the surface and the countless black, fat chicks with their bellies turned up at the bottom of the pool. Only then does Qingyao lazily get up and cast a spell.

This soup has been simmering perfectly and is ready to be served!