Back in the treehouse, Feng Xi took out the Darkiron Token from his bosom and injected a little spiritual power into it. Soon, a door to energy space appeared in front of Feng Xi.

Entering it, the energy immediately disappeared, and Feng Xi disappeared as if out of thin air, entering another spatial secret realm.

There, there is a grassland, and in the middle of the grassland there is a large altar. The altar is still a simple arrangement that dates back to the barbaric era.

In the center of the altar, there is a blood-red boulder, and on top of the boulder is a big wind character, which is still the earliest oracle bone font, revealing indescribable desolation.

Feng Xi walked up to the altar and stroked the word with his hand, a faint sadness appeared on his face. Feng Clan, now, only this last merit stone is left!

Then, sit down cross-legged in front of the merit stone, mobilize spiritual power, communicate with the merit stone, stimulate the merit power contained in it, and repair the Dao scars on the body. This kind of injury can only be repaired by the power of pure merit.

Three days later, Feng Xi came out, and most of the injuries on his body had healed, but he didn't have a little joy, because this time the power of merit was too much, it was the merit of everyone in the Feng family, and now it was wasted on him alone!

Daoist Chifeng had already prepared an altar for him, and Chen Feng and Xia Xue assisted from the side.

This time, Feng Xi changed into a long white brocade robe, his hair was completely spread out, and his forehead was tied with white brocade. Eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and elegant.

In his hand, there is a cold iron staff, and on the staff, there is a huge seven-colored gem, which is the supreme scepter inherited by the Queen of the Wind. And that gem is the treasure refined by the multicolored stone used by Nuwa to mend the sky.

Walking on the altar, Feng Xi was like a god at this time, high up, and his whole body was as noble as a god.

Looking down, there was helplessness and pity in his eyes, and then he raised his head, opened his arms, and raised his hands high, looking at the sky.

Immediately, there was a muffled sound of horns and drums. The people below were intoxicated for a while, as if they had entered another world, and it was a simple and natural feeling as if they had returned to the ancient times.

At the beginning of the sacrifice, Feng Xi used his spiritual power, and his heart was empty. With his mouth open, the obscure incantation was slowly spoken, and the voice floated into the sky.

With Feng Xi's words, in the air, a certain energy energy was aroused, and with Feng Xi's low chanting, it floated to the sky.

Immediately after, a faint golden light emanated from Feng Xi's body. The brocade robe shook and danced like the wind. Long hair flutters and ribbons fly. Feng Xi's whole person became holy and noble, and his whole body exuded a god-like brilliance.

Boom, the golden light became brighter and brighter, and a pillar of light shot straight into the sky, instantly dispelling the haze. Immediately after, the golden light dispersed, and with the agitation of energy, it continued to spread around, like an exploding sea of golden light.

In the air, there seems to be a faint Sanskrit singing, echoing with the wind, and the sky is far away.

There seemed to be an extra round of sunshine in the originally dark sky, and it instantly became bright and pure.

The Sanskrit chant was still the same, and the faint golden light slowly sprinkled down from the air, infiltrating everyone's hearts. It's like an oracle from the sky, entering everyone's body.

In the midst of the leisurely chanting, a powerful aura slowly lingered around Feng Xi's body. At this time, Feng Xi's arms shook, and on the scepter, the gem instantly became dazzling, and the colorful halo instantly lit up, reaching the sky.

Immediately after, that colorful halo, even his own deity, rarely felt such a majestic spiritual power!