Walnut used me to boost her sales performance.

The newly hatched Thunderbird frantically tried to escape, but she easily caught it in her hand and gently stroked its head.

"You're a thunderbird born from thunder, but you haven't developed any intelligence yet. I'll give you a name, I'll call you ■■■■."

As if playing a joke on it, seeing it bewildered and at a loss, the goddess reached out and released it into the air.

Since then, it has cast its gaze upon the goddess whenever she appears, following her figure as she disappears into the horizon.

It landed on Mount Sugana, watching the people on earth bow their heads to the moon and sing songs.

A magnificent song resounds every full moon night. Under the moonlight, the ancient, silvery-white trees whose canopies cover the entire Sugana Mountain emit a shimmering light like moonlight. Every leaf is bathed in the night glow, as exquisite as a work of art.

Thunderbird had forgotten what its former name was.

It's as if we've forgotten when the moon goddess stopped appearing.

Later, an island appeared in the sky at some unknown time.

It floats in the sky, watching over everything on earth.

He still soars through the air every day, and the tiny figures beneath his feet have built countless statues that resemble him.

He would occasionally glance at it, but never paid much attention.

But the song never rang out again.

Thunderbird is just a monster; it doesn't have much emotion or curiosity.

They never bothered to investigate what the islands in the sky actually were.

One day, three enormous nails fell from the sky.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the lush, canopy-like silvery-white ancient tree was destroyed in a flash.

The long spikes pierced deep into the ground, directly penetrating the towering Mount Sugana.

Since then, it has had no favorite nest to return to and can only perch on the withered trunk of an ancient tree.

Since then, thick fog has risen over the island.

After an unknown amount of time, it heard the singing again.

It is so delightful to hear such a beautiful song again after so long.

It met a child named Aru, who gave it a name.

However, instead of meeting again amidst the singing, all that awaited them were corpses.

The angry thunder engulfed the entire island, and the ancient silver trees that had sprouted new leaves over the long years withered in the rage of the thunderbird.

The already unstable earth veins were completely disrupted.

Finally, there was the long arrow and lightning streaking across the sky.

It died with a mournful cry.

But the singing was never heard again.

Chapter 562 Ghosts Should Shed Fewer Tears

Thunderbird's life was extremely long; he had lived for countless years.

However, these images, like a fast-forwarded movie, depict its long yet short life.

There is a lot of information in this.

It turns out that Sky Island didn't exist from the beginning.

It turns out that the long nails dropped on Sky Island were indeed intended to destroy the Silver Ancient Tree.

But why?

As far as he knew, the silvery-white ancient tree was connected to the earth's veins and had the function of stabilizing the earth's vein power.

The most direct examples are the sudden environmental changes that occurred after the destruction of the ancient, silvery trees on the snow-capped mountains, and the dense fog that appeared in Heguan.

Unfortunately, Thunderbird's memories contained absolutely nothing about the humans beneath its feet; otherwise, it might have been able to find the reason for the falling spikes.

Sigh, I just can't understand it, I absolutely can't understand why the heavens would destroy something that stabilizes the earth's veins...

Jiang Bai carefully put the feather away, temporarily setting aside these thoughts.

He could feel that the resentment within the feather had been purified by Aryu's song, and the power it carried could be fully unleashed.

Crane View.

Aru's singing voice seemed to have crossed the ocean and reached here.

The thunderstorm subsided, the fog dissipated for the first time, and the sun shone through.

"It seems normal now." Hu Tao looked up at the sky.

"Let's climb to the top of this mountain while the fog is clearing. I still don't know what this island looks like," Ichidou said eagerly.

God knows if this fog will ever reappear; being shrouded in fog for so long means seeing very little.

"Let's go, that's exactly what I was thinking."

"Today I'll show you this new technique I've developed. From now on, you won't have to climb mountains at all!"

"Oh?" Hu Tao was curious about what he had figured out.

Yi Dou smugly pulled out a comb and combed his hair, then snapped his fingers.

The rock pillars formed directly beneath their feet, growing and growing until they carried them to the mountaintop.

Stepping onto the rocks at the summit, Yidou snapped his fingers triumphantly once more, and the rock pillar collapsed with a deafening roar.

"How about it?"

"Not bad, not bad!" Hu Tao gave a thumbs up.

Unfortunately, she can't use her fire element like that.

Standing atop the towering summit of Sugana Mountain, the view below is breathtaking.

In view, the entire Heguan was extremely dilapidated, and the whole island looked as if it had been burned down, presenting a gloomy color.

"I wonder how many years it will take for this place to recover..."

"Plants grow very quickly when there is sunlight."

Hu Tao nodded, modifying her map as she walked.

The map of Heguan that she drew herself is probably unique; it doesn't exist outside of the public.

Looking at the gradually emerging chaotic souls below, Hu Tao felt a headache coming on.

"So many, we're going to be busy."

Thankfully, she wasn't alone, or she would have been exhausted here.

"Boss, look what this is!"

Yi Dou discovered a small purple flower on the mountaintop, which had already become jade-like.

This flower grows amidst ashes, the only bright spot on this patch of gray-brown rocks.

However, it lacks the softness of flower petals; instead, it is as hard as jade and cool to the touch.

Walnut walked over, touched the petals, and was quite surprised.

"It's a holy relic!"

They just casually climbed up the mountain to take a look, and they actually found a sacred relic!

What incredible luck!

"Isn't it said that artifacts are very difficult to form? How did this flower become an artifact?"

Ichidou didn't quite understand. Finding a relic so easily gave him the illusion that relic was easy to find.

Hu Tao looked around and her gaze fell on the altar not far away.

"It survived the Thunderbird's furious thunder that destroyed everything, and silently witnessed everything, growing here alone for two thousand years."

"Keep it safe, it's a very precious thing."

Yi Dou nodded, preparing to dig up the wildflower by the roots.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the roots left the soil, they quickly turned to ashes and disappeared, leaving only that small flower that looked like jade.

"This..." Yi Dou Yi was at a loss for what to do.

"This is normal. Once it becomes a relic, it already possesses the characteristic of immortality; it will not wither or fade."

The same applies to the reverse: when a flower does not wither or fade, it is already different.

Hu Tao touched a plum blossom on her hat.

That was a flower her father had pinned in her hair before he left when she was very young.

For many years, she has always carried it with her, either as an ornament on her hat, in her hair, or as a brooch on her chest.

Her parents' love for her was all contained in this red plum blossom, which has maintained its vibrant color for so many years, never withering or fading.

The word "sacred relic" comes first, followed by "relic".

The emotions and memories they contain are given extraordinary power.

Yi Dou nodded and carefully put the flower away.

"The fog is starting to return; let's go to the sacrificial site."

Walnut spread its wings of wind and flew towards the sacrificial ground below.

There are too many confused souls there. The earth's veins are no longer disordered and they will not linger here. They must all be sent to their next life.

"Boss, wait for me!"

Yi Dou quickly followed.

In this fog, once you get separated, it's very difficult to find someone again.

The walnut fell in the sacrificial field without attracting any attention.

The souls here have lingered here for too long, losing too much of their true spirit, and are unable to sense changes in the outside world.

There was only one exception.

Those were priests standing on the high platform of the sacrificial site.

He remained in the same position as before, his expression sorrowful and pained.

"We were all wrong... wrong from the very beginning..."

He murmured softly, his voice filled with sorrow and despair, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face, which was covered by his hands.

It wasn't until the Thunderbird roared that he understood the reason for all the mistakes.

Thunderbirds do not need rituals; their blood sacrifices are meaningless.

"It's best for ghosts to shed fewer tears, because when their tears run dry, their souls will dissipate," Hu Tao's voice rang out from the side.

The altar raised its head, and through the blurry tears, it could see her face clearly.

"Are you... from outside? Where's Aru? Have you seen Aru before?"

"Aruru has calmed the Thunderbird's anger and left. So, you can leave now."

The priest revealed a smile that was more like a grimace.

"Is that so...? That's for the best... Now that everyone's dead, this kind of thing won't happen again..."

Who could be more tormented than someone who sacrificed his own son to their gods, only to find out in the end that it was all a mistake?

Hu Tao didn't say anything more, but made a hand seal to open a passage.

Thank you all...

His tears fell onto the crown below, which was mostly buried in the soil.

Tears washed away the dust, revealing a hint of the original beautiful color of the dusty crown.

Chapter 563 How to close this rift?