As Jiang Xiaorou walked up to the Divine Bone Altar step by step, a red line appeared in the distant sky, and then thousands of miles of red clouds rolled in, dyeing the sky above the land a blood-like red color. ([ [
The red clouds drooped down, as if the sky was about to drip thick plasma onto the ground.
On the land of Shenhuang, there was a woman of unparalleled elegance, watching this scene from a distance.
The woman's appearance is somewhat similar to Jiang Xiaorou's, but she lacks the childishness of Jiang Xiaorou and is more mature and charming.
She watched every movement and expression of Jiang Xiaorou, but her heart was not at ease.
They, the Desolate Clan, have inherited these endless years. They have been shouldering the mission of belonging to the Desolate Clan. From ancient times to the present, their bloodline has been slowly weakening.
Now, they don't have much power anymore.
The desolate kings of all dynasties must be recognized by the Divine Bone Altar and awaken their ancient bloodline on the altar.
However, not every generation of the Desolate King can successfully awaken. In the history of the Desolate race, there have been situations where the Desolate King was missing.
Moreover, even if you awaken, there are preliminary awakening, deep awakening, and perfect awakening, etc., and the gap between them is huge.
With the passage of time, perhaps due to the passage of the power of the Divine Bone Altar, fewer and fewer people in the Desolate King in the past tens of millions of years have been able to deeply awaken the ancient bloodline.
The magnificent woman in front of me had deeply awakened her ancient bloodline thousands of years ago. She ruled the Desolate Clan. She was not only powerful, but also magnanimous, and was a wise king of her generation.
However, twenty years ago, a big accident happened, causing her body to be seriously injured and her bloodline to be damaged.
Although she is still powerful, her damaged bloodline makes it difficult for her to control the Holy Spirit of the Desolate Clan, which is very important to the Desolate Clan.
In this turbulent world, without the Holy Spirit of the Desolate Clan, their inheritance of the Desolate Clan may be destroyed.
For Jiang Xiaorou, under the age of twenty, to step onto the altar of divine bones and try to awaken her bloodline, this has never happened in the past millions of years.
Jiang Xiaorou was too young to complete such a ritual, but she had to do it because... they ran out of time.
"Mother, are you worried?"
Next to the woman, a young man in green clothes said respectfully that this young man was the shepherd boy who had come to Tai'a Divine City and rescued Yi Yun.
The woman nodded slightly and sighed: "I'm worried...and also distressed. Rou'er has been separated from me since she was a child. She grew up alone in Yunhuang and suffered all the sufferings in the world. She finally reunited with me, but I can't give her too much.
I love you so much, but I want her to step onto the altar of sacred bones and shoulder the mission of our Desolate clan..."
"Rou'er has a special constitution. Even at a young age, she may be recognized by the Holy Spirit and become a true desolate king... But... the pain in her heart makes it hard for me to let go."
After listening to the woman's words, the shepherd boy hesitated for a moment, considered his words, and said: "Your Majesty, Qing Kui is bold enough to say that the young man named Yi Yun should always be remembered by the young master...because of separation from him, let
The young master has lost some of his smile..."
"Yi Yun..." The woman took a deep breath, but shook her head slightly, "I have also known some of his deeds over the years. If he was just a mediocre person, there would be nothing wrong with him staying in the Desolate Clan to reunite with Rou'er. However,
This son is not a thing in the pond, don't expect him to stay peacefully in the Desolate Clan, and he will definitely stir up troubles in the future. I have a feeling that if Rou'er has too many interactions with him, it may cause disaster."
"Back then, I insisted on going my own way and suffered a loss. This was also what I was worried about. Some things, even if I deliberately avoid them, are difficult to avoid..."
The woman sighed quietly as she spoke, and at this time, Jiang Xiaorou had already reached the top of the sacred bone altar.
She raised her hand, holding the totem bone staff, and raised it high. Her wide sleeves dropped down, revealing Jiang Xiaorou's white and porcelain lotus-rooted arms, which were particularly eye-catching against the red clouds in the sky.
Woohoo...
Between heaven and earth, a violent wind suddenly arises.
Jiang Xiaorou's long and red robe was blown by the strong wind, and a desolate and vast aura spread throughout the entire land in an instant.
All the wild beasts trembled slightly when this aura pressed down. They seemed to feel something, and they raised their heads one after another and looked at the altar of divine bones.
The wind is getting louder and louder, like thunder!
The red clouds also rolled with the wind, surging like the tide.
In this strong wind, the woman standing alone on the high altar, with her cloak dancing behind her and her cane pointed directly at the sky, seemed to be riding the wind and riding the clouds away.
Woohoo!
The endless red clouds stretching thousands of miles, driven by Jiang Xiaorou's movements, began to converge towards the Divine Bone Altar. The red clouds set off a huge red whirlpool, and the endless power of desolation gathered here, forming a furious ocean of energy!
At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou looked solemn, and the blood in her body seemed to be subject to an ancient summons, becoming increasingly hot.
On her forehead, three dots of cinnabar shimmered. High in the sky, the red clouds gathered in the center and began to rotate and extend toward Jiang Xiaorou. From a distance, the entire sky was like a huge funnel.
Jiang Xiaorou chanted the ancient scriptures of the Desolate tribe. The syllables of these scriptures condensed into bright red characters and spread around. The totem at the end of the bone staff in her hand seemed to come to life.
Finally, the red clouds in the sky fell on Jiang Xiaorou's slender body. Her beautiful and small figure was swallowed up by the endless blood. The vast aura that filled the world also changed, and a chilling aura suddenly came.
The wild beasts around the sacred bone altar couldn't help but lower their already prostrate bodies even more, as if they were afraid of this huge power.
The red clouds became more and more violent, and Jiang Xiaorou's figure standing in it was as weak and slender as a feather.
Surrounded by the endless power of desolation, Jiang Xiaorou's eyes were very calm.
At this moment, what she was thinking about was not the Desolate Clan or the ancient bloodline that was about to awaken, but the bits and pieces of her past.
Once upon a time, she was just a poor girl in the wilderness. She worked hard every day and often stayed up all night. Even so, she still had to worry about food.
Such miserable days seem unbearable, but when I recall them, there are bits and pieces of happiness...
At that time, Yi Yun was everything to her, the spiritual sustenance for her survival.
She was happy for Yi Yun's growth and extremely happy for Yi Yun to become a member of the Jinlong Guard.
She originally thought that she would be a happy and ordinary woman in her life, watching her brother become famous and silently taking care of him. However, she did not expect that her fate would be so bizarre. One day, she would stand on this altar, surrounded by endless wild beasts.
Surrounded by her, to shoulder a mission that is so unfamiliar to her...
She gained the supreme status, but this was not what she wanted.
Now standing on this altar, she only feels an indescribable loneliness...