bookcurios Chapter 1220 Qingyuan Town Spirit Clan Sacrifice
Chapter 1220 Qingyuan Town Spirit Clan Sacrifice
Qingyuan Town.
Cang Xuan used the last bit of source power in his body to erase the last trace of Su Xiaoya's aura.
The spiritual energy of the Azure Origin Star around him had long been exhausted, and his meridians were like withered wood scorched by a raging fire, breaking inch by inch. His spiritual body, which was originally full of the radiance of life, was becoming more and more transparent at a visible speed, as if it was about to melt into the wind of the Azure Origin Star at any moment...
His signature long, pale green hair, once a symbol of the pure bloodline of the Source Spirit Clan, had now completely lost its luster, turning as withered and yellow as autumn grass, strands falling to his shoulders and trembling gently with his weak breaths.
His gaze was fixed on the void—hope that the ancient cypress spirit could successfully escape with Su Xiaoya and the last bloodline of the Source Spirit Clan!
The Azure Spirit Clan—that was his hope, something he would protect with his life!
He has no regrets!
Cangwu's voice was as faint as the flutter of a mosquito's wings, yet every word was filled with anguish, piercing through the chaotic noise of the surrounding spiritual energy: "Little girl... live well... inherit... the flame of the Origin Spirit Clan, the root of Qingming Star, that..."
As he finished speaking, a relieved smile slowly appeared on Cang Xuan's cracked lips. It was the satisfaction of seeing the clan's flame preserved as a guardian of the Yuanling Clan, and also the resolute determination to sacrifice himself to protect his descendants.
The next instant, his transparent body burst forth with tiny specks of green light, which were the primordial essence of the Yuanling people. Like fireflies in the sky, they drifted with the wind of Qingyuan Star toward Qingyuan Town and merged into the root system of the old locust trees. His last strength was not for himself, but to add the most crucial pure blood source power to the sacrificial formation of Qingyuan Town.
The green light dissipated, leaving the place empty except for a faint trace of the source spirit aura, which was instantly wiped out by the annihilation technique that Cang Xuan had laid down before his death, leaving not even a trace behind.
At this moment, Qingyuan Town has lost its former peace and tranquility. The streets and alleys that used to be filled with the smoke of cooking fires are now deserted. Only in the courtyards of each household, the locust leaves rustle, as if they are sobbing or singing an ancient lament.
The eighty original inhabitants of Qingyuan Town are all descendants of a branch of the Yuanling tribe.
They do not possess the immense source power of purebloods, nor the talent to manipulate the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, yet they share the same bloodline as purebloods. They guard Qingyuan Town, their ancestral homeland, the last refuge of the Source Spirit Clan, and the millennia-old ancestral precept of protecting the descendants of purebloods.
From the moment the iron cavalry of the Great Yan Dynasty trampled across the border of the southern region of the Azure Nether Continent, from the moment the spiritual cultivators of the Primordial Dao Academy approached Qingyuan Town with their spirit-slaying artifacts, and from the moment Cang Xuan sent a message that the pure-blooded descendant Su Xiaoya had been exposed and that the entire clan needed to use a sacrificial ritual to protect her, the old people in the town were all prepared to die.
They were not without fear, nor without concerns.
Some of those old men and women still had young children under their knees, some were hoping to see their grandchildren grow up, some were still clutching the cloth dolls they had sewn for their grandchildren, and some still had a pot of porridge that they hadn't had time to drink on their stoves...
However, when the jade slip from Cangwu landed on the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, when they sensed the aura of the pure bloodline, when they remembered the ancestral precept that "the source of the spirit is one lineage, pure blood is the root, the branches are the trunk, the trunk can be restored if it is broken, but the root will perish if it is destroyed," all their attachment turned into resolute determination.
No one urged or forced them; the elderly from every household slowly and unsteadily walked out of their houses.
Their backs were already hunched, their faces were etched with the wrinkles of time, some leaned on locust wood canes, some supported each other, and some could not even walk steadily, but with a strong will, they moved step by step to the old locust tree in their own yard.
The eighty-one old locust trees in Qingyuan Town are the foundation upon which the Yuanling Clan settled on Qingyuan Star. They are the core of the "Nine-Nine Return to One Yin-Yang Array". Each tree has grown alongside the Yuanling Clan for thousands of years, and the tree veins are connected to the bloodline of the clan members, long since inseparable.
The elderly people sat or knelt under the locust tree, their postures as devout as if they were on a pilgrimage.
They slowly closed their eyes, their withered fingers gently stroking the rough trunk of the locust tree. A faint but pure source energy flowed from their fingertips, the essence they had condensed by exhausting their life's cultivation, flowing along the lines of the trunk and into the locust tree's root system.
Immediately afterwards, an old and hoarse chanting voice rose from one courtyard to another, weaving together a tragic ancient incantation.
The incantation had no ornate language or grand momentum; it consisted only of simple and ancient syllables. It was the most primitive language of the Yuanling tribe, a sacrificial incantation passed down for ten thousand years.
"With my body, I merge with the veins of the tree; with my soul, I forge the might of the array; with my life, I conceal the breath of the spirit; to protect my descendants, so that the flame may be passed down from generation to generation..."
The chanting grew louder and more unified, gradually transforming from faint sounds into a powerful torrent that reverberated throughout Qingyuan Town.
As the chanting began, the old locust tree in the courtyard started to emit shimmering halos of light, first pale green, then gradually turning dark green, and finally transforming into a dazzling emerald glow.
The halo spread from the treetops to the roots, penetrating the ground along the root system, connecting with the halos of other locust trees to form a huge net of light that enveloped the entire Qingyuan Town.
This is not a simple protective formation; it is the basic form of the "Nine-Nine Returning to One Yin-Yang Formation," the foundational formation for the Source Spirit Clan to protect their homeland. However, at this moment, the sacrificial power injected by the elders is overturning the very essence of this formation.
The patterns of the array spread rapidly beneath the ground, and not only the eighty-one old locust trees in Qingyuan Town, but all six thousand five hundred and sixty-one old locust trees in all directions of Qingyuan Town lit up with a green light at the same time.
These locust trees are scattered throughout every corner of Qingyuan Star. They are the foundation of the array planted by the ancestors of the Yuanling Clan over a thousand years, and are also the core carrier of the "Ten Thousand Spirits Gathering Source Array" - the ultimate array of the Yuanling Clan. It is said that it can gather the power of all spirits in heaven and earth, and can both protect the clan and kill.
However, since ancient times, no one has been able to successfully activate its killing formation state.
The reason is simple: to activate this terrifying killing formation, an extremely heavy price must be paid—the sacrifice of all the Source Spirit Clan members located near the formation's core!
Moreover, it requires sacrificing the spiritual veins and depleting the spiritual energy within the entire area covered by the formation as a bargaining chip, which can be described as a desperate move that leads to mutual destruction.
At that very moment, the 6,561 ancient locust trees suddenly burst forth with dazzling emerald light, shooting straight into the sky like streaks of green lightning, instantly piercing through the thick clouds and illuminating the entire night sky of Qingyuan Planet as bright as day.
At the same time, a series of rumbling sounds came from the depths of the earth. Then, countless golden array patterns sprouted from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and quickly spread out, intertwining and interweaving with each other, eventually forming a huge and complex spider web that tightly wrapped around the entire Qingyuan Star.
Thus, the peerless formation known as the "Gathering of All Spirits Formation" was finally fully activated!
In an instant, an incomparably powerful pressure swept over everything, as if it would devour everything.
Even the spiritual energy that had been flowing around Qingyuan Star stopped abruptly and became unusually calm.