Chapter 964 – The Ancestral Spirits of the Demi-human Race (1/2)

Chapter 964 – The Ancestral Spirits of the Demi-human Race

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Perhaps because of the vibrations underground or because the air in the cavern was moving too quickly, the dense web of roots on the walls and roof of the cave trembled continuously. Each tremble would cause a rock to drop down from the roof, breaking the seemingly solid surface of the swamp. A flame would shoot up and fall on the walls of the cave, where it would be quickly consumed by the roots.

This was an extremely simple and complete process, but it was also somewhat frightening. From a certain perspective, the Celestial Tree was snaring its prey.

The young man in the bamboo hat stood on a spot not far and not close to the swamp. He remained very cautious, not moving in the slightest.

After digesting the shock brought by the roots of the Celestial Tree, he placed his focus on an even deeper area. He noticed that cinnabar fruits about the size of fists were hanging from the roots. Just like the roots of the Celestial Tree, these fruits did not fear the intense heat brought by the magma, so they were probably very precious objects.

Then he heard a hiss from the deepest depths of the swamp, which was immediately followed by a similar sound from the walls and roof of the cavern. It was like an echo, or perhaps a special sound made by a special object in a special environment.

All of this underground cavern was scorching hot, whether it was the roots of the Celestial Tree, the cinnabar fruits hanging from them, or the black stone walls. Although there were no flames, it was easy to imagine that any sort of paper or leaf that fell within would almost instantly be burned into smoke.

And this was not even mentioning the source of the heat: the swamp of magma.

Based on the principle that 'Yang cannot exist alone', this environment of scorching heat should not have been able to persist for long and should have fallen apart on its own shortly after forming.

But the Wildfire of the Celestial Trees had been passed down through the Demi-human race for countless years.

His gaze fell on the black walls, gradually perceiving farther into their depths. Although he could not personally see it, he could sense the existence of a certain object.

The objects were very small in volume, but they were spread very finely around the entire cavern. These fragments were also extremely low in temperature, emanating a nigh unimaginable cold.

The hissing he had heard before was the sound made when these extremely cold fragments clashed against the scorching heat of the magma swamp.

What sort of object would be so cold as to resist the Wildfire of the Celestial Tree?

He quickly came to the answer.

Those fragments were probably crystals formed from the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath of the Black Frost Dragon tribe.

It was said that countless years ago, the Black Frost Dragons had performed an extremely important role in establishing the demi-human country. Even now, the entire Demi-human race still worshipped the Black Frost Dragons as gods. This was presumably the reason.

If the Black Frost Dragon tribe had not so generously, even altruistically, offered so many Deep Freeze Dragon Breath crystals, even if the demi-humans did obtain nine Celestial Tree seeds from their offering to the starry sky, they would have found it impossible to seal the Wildfire raging in the earth. Thus, the savage world of the ancient era would have never become the beautiful land of the demi-humans in the present.

After some time, the young man finally concluded his observations and took one step towards the swamp.

With just this simple step, the ground began to quake and the surrounding black walls began to twist and deform, flashing with countless bizarre rays of light. The roof of the cave was even more chaotic, the roots of the Celestial Tree seemingly coming to life, writhing and straightening like snakes in the strangest of sights.

The phenomena in this cave were naturally not because of his one step, but because a powerful existence had sensed his arrival.

As the earth quaked, more and more small stones dropped from the roof of the cave to ultimately fall into the blazing hot swamp.

Many holes were instantly punched into the congealed oil of the swamp, and several dozen gouts of flame shot out almost simultaneously.

The roots of the Celestial Tree could not consume all these flames in a short time, so the melting walls began to collapse even faster.

Countless stones fell like a torrential rain into the swamp, causing countless tongues of flame to shoot out.

The entire cavern was filled with pillars of flame that twisted and pierced through each other, a grandiose and beautiful sight.

The surface of the swamp had completely burst open, the searing magma revealing its true and terrifying appearance. It constantly roiled like syrup or blood, garish to the extreme.

This magma was the source of the Celestial Tree's Wildfire, and an unimaginable heat and pressure spread from it.