Tonight in Shu Mountain, white dew stains clothes, bright rivers are covered with sand, the moon rises from the east ridge, and the stars are scattered.
Under the call of the high priest, every household of the Wu clan walked out of their rooms and gathered in the squares on each floor.
A tribe built on the mountain, Yan appeared at a high place, his dark red cloak was blown by the wind.
The high priest, Yu Rouchen, Xing Qiu, and others were also standing nearby, all looking at her.
"What's wrong? Why do you want us all to come out?"
"I don't know. The high priest, the saint, and the guard Yu Yuan are all here. There may be something big to announce."
"Look, Saint!"
Yan opened her hood, her long black hair was blown in the wind, and a golden aura rose from her body.
She opened her arms, brought her hands together in front of her chest, and began to form seals.
"The golden crow flies, its sound is faint. Once the wind and rain come, it drifts back to each other. I want to follow it, but I can't do it. There are so many things in life, so why not go against it. The sages of ancient times are valued for their brilliance."
"Yeah~"
Following Yan's sharp shout, an unprecedented golden dragon's aura filled the sky and illuminated the mountainside.
"It's a saint, a golden crow!"
"The Golden Crow Divine Bird is really the Golden Crow Divine Bird."
"That's great, hurry up and make a wish."
"The flying golden crow will bring good luck to people, haha."
When the people of the Wu clan saw the three-legged golden crow transformed by the dragon's traveling energy, they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
Cheering, praying, kneeling and making wishes, they expressed their belief in the sacred bird in their own way.
Golden flames filled the sky, and the bright colors dimmed the brightness of the moon tonight.
Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the people bathing in the "light of the divine bird". They were so simple and silly that they were cute.
She mobilized her inner strength and shouted into the air: "People, today, I want to announce a decision. This decision will change the fate of Shushan from now on. I hope it can be recognized by everyone."
"Saint, we support the decision of the saint."
"Yes, we all support the Saint's decision."
"Saint, tell me."
"What is the decision? Saint, please tell me."
"People of the Qin State, they are about to attack Shushan and rob the Fusang Sacred Tree. If we confront the Qin State directly, we will only destroy ourselves. Therefore, I decided to lead all the tribesmen to move to the Yin people's camp."
Yan's shouts echoed across the sky, and in Shushan where the atmosphere had been so lively just now, her voice was the only one left.
After the lonely response, the first person below called out.
"Holy girl, you want us to give up the sacred tree. This is impossible! What about Qin? The children of Shushan are not afraid."
"That's right, Saint, this is the only thing we will never agree to."
"If the Qin people come, then step over my body."
"We will defend the sacred tree to the death!"
"Swear to defend the sacred tree to the death~"
"Swear to defend the sacred tree to the death~"
Countless chaotic shouts quickly converged into one voice. The Shushan witch clan, both male and female, all raised their fists and roared, vowing to defend the Fuso Sacred Tree to the death.
When Yu Rouchen saw the scene below, he sniffed, then squinted his eyes and stared at Yan fiercely.
In fact, it was not just Yu Yuanchen who gave up the Fuso Sacred Tree. Yan's decision made all Yu Yuan's guards look at her, a saint, strangely.
The high priest pursed his lips tightly and remained silent. His deep eyes were dimly lit by stars. He stared at Yan's back, then closed his eyes for a while and quietly turned away.
Saint, I leave everything to you.
The high priest didn't understand that compared to the power of the Qin State, Shushan was simply vulnerable, and even the desperate resistance could not save the final outcome.
However, this is everyone's home and everyone's beliefs are here. If they don't resist just because they lack strength and are afraid of death, then how can they have the face to live in the world.
Making a decision in such a situation is extremely difficult.
He should have been the one to make the decision, but the saint took the initiative.
"People, please listen to me."
Yan frowned and once again inspired Long You's spirit, the wings of the three-legged golden crow soaring in the sky were extended again.
"Like you, I love this land. The Fuso Sacred Tree is the highest sacred tree in our hearts. I made this decision after careful consideration. I believe that the Sacred Tree will respond to me."
"If the Sacred Tree agrees with my decision, I hope, tribesmen, you can respect the Sacred Tree's wishes. This is a joint decision between the Saint and the Sacred Tree."
"Here, what is she talking about?"
"The response from the sacred tree, how is this possible?"
"What kind of decision is it to give up the sacred tree and throw it to the people of Qin?"
"I don't believe that even a saint should not be so ridiculous."
Amid the discussion among the Wu people, Yan turned around and looked up at the top of the back mountain.
"I'll be back as soon as I go."
She left a word, and in the blink of an eye, the body on the spot turned into a phantom and disappeared.
Yu Luochen couldn't help the anger in his heart and looked at the high priest next to him, "High priest, are you just going to let the saint do such nonsense?"
"Just wait quietly. Everything will be answered soon."
The high priest tapped the ancient wooden staff in his right hand on the ground and used magic to spread his voice, "People, the saint is going to communicate with the sacred tree, please be quiet."
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After a lot of effort, Yan arrived at the top of Houshan Mountain.
The huge tree trunk is bright red all over, with lush branches and leaves reaching into the sky, opening up the golden crown.
This is the Fusang Sacred Tree.
A normal person would look like an insect under her huge size.
Yan looked at the big rock here and lowered his head slightly, "Aren't you going to stop me?"
"No, today's scene has a hidden meaning."
An old and deep voice floated out, and a figure appeared on the big stone.
The old priest half-opened his eyes, looked at Yan, said a word, and then closed his eyes again.
"She's waiting for you."
Hearing this, Yan turned to the Fusang Sacred Tree, raised his head and looked at the golden sky, then formed a seal with his hands and released the three-legged Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow escaped from Longyou's energy and spiraled upwards, rushing into the countless golden leaves of the sacred tree.
After a while——
Huh~huh~
The golden crown of the Fusang Sacred Tree burned like a flame, the dome of darkness was broken by the grand firelight, and the entire Shu Mountain was as bright as day.
"唳~"
A golden crow flew out from the raging fire, hovering in the sky, and finally turned into a ray of red light and fell in front of Yan's eyes.
"This is the sacred wood staff."
Yan concentrated her mind and reached out to hold the bright red branch. In an instant, her pupils burst into golden light, and endless hieroglyphs appeared in the air.
It's only a moment, but it seems like a long time.
When Yan came back to her senses, she shook her head violently, her eyes were blank and her expression was confused.
"What are those, annihilation? The golden flame burns evil, the unforgivable wind,..."
"That is witchcraft. The Shushan priests of the past generations will eventually give back to the sacred tree what they have learned throughout their lives. What you are holding in your hands now is the most essential inheritance of our witch clan for thousands of years."
The old priest was still sitting on the big stone, gazing affectionately at the Fusang Sacred Tree while answering Yan's questions.
"So, the sacred tree has..."
"Yes, the future is left to you, Saint."
"I~"
Yan held the sacred tree staff, took a few more steps toward the sacred tree, and knelt down on the ground.