Reincarnation Paradise: Giant Treasure Chest

The Mushroom Prophet seemed to understand something, and spoke with a mixture of frustration and hatred:

"They deserved what they received, which is fine, but the Ghost Queen is not a traitor."

"She sat on the Frozen Throne until the end of her life. She was almost losing her mind due to the erosion of the abyss, and that's when she chose to leave."

"Then she was ambushed by those despicable ghosts, leaving her legs on the Ice Throne. She eventually sealed herself off in the dark realm of the far north, and was only recently freed."

The Mushroom Prophet was indignant. He wanted Ivia to destroy the shameless ghost tribe, but found that Ivia didn't care about it.

Chapter 479: Lord of the Tree World

Ivia reached out to stop the Mushroom Prophet. It wasn't moving its mouth happily enough, so it tried to use its old arms and legs to beat the ghost.

"So, your current problem is the endless alienated ice slaves underground and the frost on the cold cemetery ground, right?"

"Your Majesty!!!" the Mushroom Prophet shouted in extreme dissatisfaction.

The old ghost hesitated and nodded in some surprise and doubt.

"So, regarding the contradiction between the Mushroom Prophet and your statement, do you have anything to refute?"

Ivia asked again.

This time the old ghost spoke without hesitation:

"There's no doubt that Yuro is a traitor!"

bang~

The Mushroom Prophet unleashed the Mushroom Clan's signature powerful punch.

This time, Ivia did not stop him. The Mushroom Prophet was almost furious when he heard what the old ghost said.

Just after this punch, Ivia summoned soft sunlight to restore the health of both of them.

The Mushroom Prophet knew that Ivia's strength was still good, so he groaned and returned to his original state.

When the old ghosts quickly recovered from the brink of death and even some of their hidden illnesses disappeared, the expressions on their faces were even more shocked than before.

The Mushroom Prophet has the opportunity to leave the tree world, and the ghost clan also has the opportunity when it is prosperous, and instantly defeat the power of their ghost clan. The old ghost clan has heard of it and can accept it.

However, the old ghosts could not even imagine this kind of warm healing power.

Creation is always harder than destruction.

"Why do you say that? Have I done anything to offend your ghost tribe?"

Aivia asked, putting herself in the shoes of the Ghost Queen.

"No! Yuro has never wronged anyone!" The Mushroom Prophet answered quickly.

Seeing that the old ghosts were unable to organize their words, Ivia gave a hint:

"According to you, the King of the Ghost Clan needs to be in charge of the underground city of Siyi. I've never been there before?"

The old ghost tribe said nothing.

"So I used your non-renewable resources to prevent you from producing another strong person?"

Ivia suggested another possibility.

"Correct!"

"fart!"

Aivia glanced at the Mushroom Prophet, comforted it, and asked:

“What resources did I use?”

The old ghost tribe had roughly seen through Ivia's character at this time, and spoke very sincerely:

"We, the ghost tribe, gave birth to and raised Yuluo! Yuluo is a ghost."

"So I stayed in the Ice Cemetery for many years and even unified the entire world."

Ivia could determine this from the buildings on the ground and how beloved the statues were.

"Go on, what resources have I used of yours?"

"Yu Luo became stronger through his own travels. What does he have to do with the useless ghost tribe?"

The Mushroom Prophet cursed with disdain.

"How could she become stronger so quickly? She must have used the power of our ghost tribe."

The old ghost tribe objected fiercely.

"What power?" Ivia asked patiently again.

"..."

"Shameless power! You ghosts have no power at all!"

The Mushroom Prophet cursed.

Ivia once again stopped the Mushroom Prophet who was about to take action, and then made a final confirmation.

"Goddess of Fate and Luck, I pray to you. I want to check the fortune of a certain race."

In certain circumstances, the emergence of a strong person will consume the fortune of the entire race.

"Hello! Is this Her Majesty Avia? Lady Luck is out playing, and I'm filling in. If you want to know the fortune of a particular race, I'll just look at the fate line."

The goddess of fate, who had met Ivia once and given a chariot as a gift, asked very attentively.

"Tree-born world, ghost tribe."

"Wait, let me take a look. It's a bit far. Can you let me contact the unit of that race?"

Ivia placed the pocket prayer array in her hand on the old ghost's body.

"I see. This tribe's fortune has been declining. It rose again about four hundred years ago. The present and future are unclear. The decision should be made by you."

The goddess of fate gave a very professional answer.

"Is it the kind of rise that consumes the fortunes of a race?"

Ivia asked.

"No, but their fortunes have declined again. This is probably the tribe's own fault. I have seen this kind of fate many times."

Hearing this, the old ghosts refuted with some disbelief:

"Who are you and why do you dare to jump to such conclusions?"

The goddess of fate is the best friend of the goddess of luck, and she is a timid and stubborn being.

If you get to her, then everything you said is correct, but with the prayer message transmitted from such a distance, the goddess of fate suddenly froze.

A line that slid down like a long river passed through Ivia's palm and descended in front of everyone at the dungeon entrance.

The voice of the goddess of fate came at the same time.

"The destiny of a race is not just one line, but a river that brings all people together!"

As the sound was heard, the river of light grew larger and thinner. Ivia could clearly see every ray of light in the river, which were entangled together and almost inseparable.

"Look carefully! This is the line of destiny that led to the rise of your race four hundred years ago!"

A red-marked line of destiny stood out four hundred years ago and supported the entire river.

"At this point, the fate of the rest of you begins to spread out and hinder her."

The voice of the goddess of fate seemed to have reached the highest point of this rise.

There is only a solitary destiny line that appears here unruly, and the rest of the lines, like restraints, are entangled below this destiny line.

"This is the fate of one person dragging down the entire race, and then being destroyed by the race." The goddess of fate summarized.

Another river of time appeared, and the voice of the goddess of fate appeared beside the new river of time and continued:

"This is the fate line that feeds the race and consumes luck."

Aivia turned her gaze and saw that at the peak of the river, a bunch of lines were entangled together, surrounding the main line, instead of just one like the ghost tribe.

"Then the man the entire clan supported was hacked to death by the Shadow of Destruction."

The goddess of fate pointed to the broken example, and the line of fate was instantly cut off. The fate of the race that had lost its backbone was no longer twisted into a ball.

It's completely different from the ghost clan.

"Are you convinced?"

The goddess of fate asked extremely arrogantly.

For a moment, the excited old ghost tribe fell silent, and the Mushroom Prophet stopped talking and just watched everything coldly.

"Excellent explanation! This is the first time I've seen the ethereal thread of fate materialized! It's truly an eye-opener!"

Carter ignored the silent atmosphere and applauded enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Goddess of Fate." Ivia said, ending her impromptu prayer.

The conclusion has been reached, and Ivia loosened the restraints on the old ghost clan and many other ghost clans.

By the second half, Ivia had removed the restrictions on their receiving sound.

Now these young ghosts seemed to understand what had happened in the past and looked at each other in confusion.

Aivia came to the old ghost who was a little unsteady and said:

"After this, I will go to the dungeon Siyi and purify all the ice slaves underground."

"Your Majesty!!!!" The Mushroom Prophet's eyes widened, and he was extremely dissatisfied.

Ivya ignored it and continued to speak kindly:

"I have also cleared the fog on the ground of the Ice Cemetery."

There was an uproar, which then turned into a low cheer.

"Considering your current state of civilization, I will allocate the underground areas to you as your territory. Surface beings will not harass or attack you."

Ivia continued to explain.

"Your Majesty, you can't stay in this world for long!" The Mushroom Prophet spoke a little coldly.