Chapter 965 – The Anointment of Sacred Light (1/2)

Ze Tian Ji Mao Ni 38140K 2022-07-22

Chapter 965 – The Anointment of Sacred Light

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The light was brimming with the Qi of life, but it also contained a strength that could destroy all things in this world.

This light was not white, nor was it gold. It was a mottled and impure mixture.

What was the Wildfire of the Celestial Tree? It was not the waves of heat within the stone path, not the pillars of flame. This light was the true Wildfire.

Countless years ago, the ancestors of the Demi-human race had obtained the true source of the Wildfire and hidden it underground, deep within the magma. Later on, it was only the truly talented demi-human experts, those blessed with incredible potential, who would be given the chance to travel far below the Celestial Trees and experience the Qi of the Wildfire, using it to comprehend the true essence of strength.

But why had the young man in the bamboo hat said those words?

The Wildfire of the Celestial Tree was Sacred Light?

Sacred Light from where?

The Li Palace?

Holy Maiden Peak?

Or was it from that most distant continent?

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The massive projection of the demi-human ancestral spirit cast itself onto the spiritual worlds of Xiaode, Xuanyuan Po, and the other two demi-humans. The underground caverns raged with flames as they silently kowtowed to that massive figure. They did not circulate their true essence to protect their bodies or even think of resistance. They allowed the pillar of light from an unknown world to fall upon their bodies.

As long as their loyalty and courage could obtain the approval of the ancestral spirit, the Wildfire would enter their bodies, swiftly modifying and strengthening their bodies. Compared to the improvements offered by the obstructions in the stone paths, this was the true baptism of Wildfire.

The young man did not kneel, did not close his eyes, and he certainly did not pray.

He stood in front of the sea of fire, his hands held behind him as he calmly gazed at the colossal figure of the Demi-human race's ancestral spirit. As he sensed the Wildfire's Qi, he seemed to be thinking of something.

He had taken an enormous risk to leave Xuelao City and come here. Of course, he wanted to express his sincerity towards the alliance with the demi-humans, but that was not the important reason.

He had three things that he needed to do in White Emperor City, and the first was to investigate the secret of the Demi-human race's ancestral spirits and the Wildfire of the Celestial Trees.

Now, the ancestral spirit had appeared and the Wildfire had descended upon him. One of the hypotheses that he and the Military Advisor had made a long time ago had finally obtained proof.

The Celestial Tree's Wildfire really was Sacred Light.

To him, this was an extremely important matter, allowing him to fill a gap in a painting called 'History'.

Madam Mu had probably guessed at his intentions in participating in the Heavenly Selection, that he wanted to personally witness the Wildfire and the ancestral spirit.

Perhaps the White Emperor, cultivating in the distant mountains, knew of this as well.

But these two Saints probably did not care too much.

The demi-humans themselves truthfully did not understand what the Wildfire passed down by their ancestors was.

Whenever he thought of this, the young man could not suppress his scorn and contempt.

The Divine race was the race with the longest history on the continent, and this Divine race was the Demon race, so it was the Demon race that knew the most secrets.

Moreover, when Madam Mu guessed that he wanted to see the Wildfire, she also wanted to see how he would respond to it.

When confronting the unstoppable might of the ancestral spirit and the Wildfire that could destroy all things, even if he was the Demon Lord, what could he do?

He was not a demi-human and certainly had no wish to become a demi-human, so it was naturally impossible for him to obtain the approval of the ancestral spirit of the Demi-human race.

He still needed to rely on his strength to contend against the Wildfire of the Celestial Tree. The problem was that the Wildfire was countless times stronger than the waves of heat in the stone path, and those two divine artifacts of the Demon race were already severely damaged and impossible to use again. What method would he use to endure?

The pressure exuded by the ancestral spirit grew stronger and stronger, its figure taller and taller. Through some incomprehensible method, it exceeded the several-hundred-zhang height of the cavern, extending into some black void where it looked down upon him like he was an ant.

In both the black void and the real world, the searing Wildfire raged, brimming with an energy that could destroy all things.

His face grew paler and paler as he sweat more and more, but before this sweat could soak his clothes, it was steamed dry.