On the second day, the morning light shone faintly on the earth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a house, an old man was lying quietly and sleeping, looking peaceful.

Faint sunlight shone in through the window and hit his face.

His expression moved, and a pair of cloudy eyes gradually opened. Shaking his head, his originally confused consciousness began to become clear.

"Is it a dream?" muttered the old man.

The thought crossed his mind, and at the same time, he remembered the scene from last night.

Incredibly beautiful world, a huge tree towering.

He froze, quietly recalling every detail of last night's scene, like the best memory.

It wasn't until a call came from outside the door that he came to his senses.

"Who is it?" he said.

"Lord Priest, the Great Elder sent me to you. A response came from outside the window, and the old man was completely awake.

He subconsciously wanted to stand up, and when he actually stood up, he realized that something was wrong.

"My body, for the better?" he wondered, and quickly raised his hand.

It's still full of wrinkles, but it's more powerful than usual.

With a sharp force, a white light gradually appeared in his hand, and at the same time, in the dream, the feeling of being warmed by the sun hit again.

He couldn't help it any longer, ignoring the attendants who were still outside the door, and laughed. While laughing, he cried excitedly. Like a child.

Outside the door, the attendant who had been waiting quietly suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he didn't care about anything else, opened the door and rushed in. It's just that there is no imaginary accident inside, only an old man standing aside, holding his crutches and crying bitterly.

"Lord Priest, you?" the attendant was a little stunned, what is the situation?

"I'm fine. Over there, Granma quickly controlled his emotions, waved his hand, signaled that he was okay, and said, "Let's go." ”

The attendant over there was a little stunned: "My lord, your cane." ”

"Throw it away. On the other side, Kulamaha laughed, "I don't need that thing anymore." ”

After walking a distance, he came to a place.

Here, there is a very tall tree, and the old man walked straight to the bottom of the tree, and then knelt down without hesitation and worshipped.

This tree is the one that Chen Ming possessed. In the past, the old man used to worship here thousands of times.

Looking at the old man's current vision, he saw that there was a clear air around the tree, although it was not as magnificent and majestic as it was seen in his dream last night, but it had its own charm when it stood straight.

At this time, under the tree, many people knelt like old people.

Some of these people are respected old men in the tribe, and some are strong and powerful men, some are young, and they are different.

The only thing they have in common is that they both have a lot of influence in the tribe.

These people, naturally, are also the results of Artis last night. Although there is no magic bestowed on them, they all carry out dreams. When they woke up today and communicated with the people around them, they suddenly found that they all had the same dream last night. So, according to the instructions, they came to their ancestral tree collectively and prayed here as if they had been sacrificed in the past.

On the other side, feeling the feeling of powerlessness in the depths of his body gradually subside, Chen Ming smiled silently. At the same time, he looked around, and his thoughts moved, and a thought spread gently.

"Let's go back. ”

A voice sounded silently in everyone's hearts, different from the vagueness of last night, this voice, clear, warm and familiar, with a strong sense of time and time, touched everyone's hearts, and involuntarily raised their heads.

They looked pious, with a hint of respect, a hint of attachment, and slowly retreated.

Looking at this scene, Chen Ming sighed and was a little touched in his heart, and looked at the sky with a faint gaze, where a pure white light and the reddish luck in the white were entangled more and more deeply.

During the night, the news of God's apparent holiness spread throughout the tribe. It is different from the believers in the previous life who believed but did not stand firm.

The ancient tree incarnated by Artis, in the past years, sheltered countless people in this tribe, and even in this tribe, when every newborn was born, their father would put his child under the ancient tree and pray for the blessing of the gods.

It can be said that all the people in this tribe have grown up under this ancient tree, and in this case, the piety of their beliefs and the firmness of their will are beyond Chen Ming's imagination.

In this case, especially after the sacrificial Kurama revealed his divine powers, everyone became even more fanatical.

Three days later, at night.

Thousands of people are standing here, and the venue seems a little crowded, but it seems a little quiet.

Then, an old man stepped forward to preside over the ceremony. A humble and solemn sacrifice officially began.

The locals are no strangers to rituals, and the continent is full of all kinds of natural spirits and ghosts. As a result, various rituals are frequented in this place. Some sacrificed to ancestors, some sacrificed to gods, and some sacrificed to mountains and rivers.

But unlike the previous sacrifices, this time the sacrifice was led by Chen Ming.

Watching the old priest approach the high platform in front of the ancient tree step by step, Chen Ming's expression moved slightly, and his soul instantly swam, occupying the other party's body.

Click...

A little uncomfortable frowned, maybe it was because he hadn't been over his body for too long, and he was a little unaccustomed to it for a moment.

He raised his head, and suddenly, the whole person became different from before.

The people in the audience looked at Chen Ming who was standing silently in front of them in surprise, and from their perspective, the other party at this moment was too different from usual, and the whole person was full of a luxurious and noble atmosphere, like a god.

Step by step, step by step, he walked up to the high platform, and with his actions, the power of faith scattered everywhere was constantly gathered on the tree.

"Tree, glow!" exclaimed a warrior in animal skins below.

However, Chen Ming was unmoved, as his steps became heavier and heavier, more and more faith power was gathered around him, and it was still emanating.

He stood on a high platform, his eyes calm, looking at his body.

At this time, the power gathered on the ancient tree's body reached the extreme, and even a little light emanated from its body, which was visible to the naked eye.

"Not enough, not enough. He thought to himself. Then sink consciousness into the depths of silence.

In the space of the Divine Soul, a godhead hangs high, emitting a little glimmer of light, like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Looking at this godhead, Chen Ming couldn't help but feel a little stupid, and his eyes were confused. But then, he quickly reacted.

"The power to open the first layer of seals is enough, and all that remains is to condense the godhead and the godname. He thought so, and then withdrew from the Divine Soul Space without hesitation.

In the silence, he stood silently and recited the sacrificial words.

Ancient gods

You are the sky, you are the earth, you are all beings, you are the tree of the world.

Merciful God, you are the God of nature,

For the sake of the stability of the world, you will spread your divine power to all living beings

・・・・

Passages of unfamiliar sacrificial texts began to appear, with dignified and sacred.

In the audience, everyone was stunned, and under the connection of the thread of faith, the voice on the stage gradually became clear, hitting the depths of the soul.

In the depths of the darkness, a scene emerges.

In a grand ancient world, an ancient tree stands tall in the sky, it stands up to the sky and the earth, and it is immeasurable.

Suddenly, in the depths of his soul, Chen Ming felt the godhead move lightly and trembled slightly. The thread of faith suddenly became thicker, and there were even many fanatical believers in an instant.

He gritted his teeth: "It's coming, it's coming." ”

The solemn words of the sacrifice were repeated over and over again, gradually bringing everyone together. From one to two, gradually, everyone's faces were fanatical, shouting loudly, shouting a certain name, and finally gathered into a grand will.

The will was at first chaotic, chaotic and chaotic, but as it resonated in the darkness, it eventually converged and converged into one voice.

You are the god of nature, and Artis is your name.

At this moment, Chen Ming opened his eyes fiercely, and he looked at the sky fiercely.

In the sky, a rich and almost substantial faith kept coming, with a strong will constantly impacting the godhead. At the same time, in the vast world, a great force descended here, gathering on the ancient trees.

With the shouting, in the dark void, a scene emerged.

A seed silently develops in the dark and becomes a small sapling. At first, he was very young, but later on, he grew taller and taller, and gradually surpassed all the life around him.

During this time, the surrounding trees died, some died of old age, and some were burned by fire. And it seems to grow all the time as if there is no limit, although it is very slow, but it is growing firmly. During this period, after a fire, all life was burned out, but it was the only one that still stands.

This scene was discovered by some wandering wanderers, and it has been worshipped as a god ever since. Then, generation after generation, growing in the shade of his tree, died.

Scenes emerge one by one, and finally converge into a huge force that breaks through the seal in the underworld.

Feeling the changes in the godhead in his body, Chen Ming was overjoyed. Finally, with a thought in his mind, a dazzling glimmer of light emanated from the originally suppressed ancient tree, enveloping everyone.