Chapter 648 Light of the Demon Moon (Large Chapter Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

In the deep of the northern realm at midnight, the biting cold wind under the twin moons felt like a knife, and snowflakes and ice crystals spun rapidly, like sawteeth scattered across the sky, enough to cut through flesh and blood.

Standing on the cliff, Darrot's sturdy body stood firm in the gale, like a small mountain. His physique was larger than even the strongest white bear in the north, and his breath could rise like plumes of smoke.

But the flying snowflakes that landed on his skin didn't melt as one might expect. Instead, they solidified into a part of his armor, a scale on his solid ice armor.

This year's winter was very cold, very cold. The heat in the warriors' skin and flesh was being taken away by the ice and snow, and only the liquid rushing through their blood vessels and a little heat in their bone marrow were retained.

Darrot himself had the blessing of the Great Serpent and the Wolf and wasn't afraid of frost and wind, but his dark eyes were fixed on the tribe below the cliff, his gaze filled with childlike sorrow.

Cold. This was normal.

Winter was always getting colder. Perhaps it wasn't obvious in other parts of the continent, but for the northern tribes who were already in an icy hell and had long wandered in darkness and dim light, the slight differences each winter were the difference between how much moss and livestock could survive under the frost, and the difference between life and death for many of their people.

Perhaps this year was okay, but what about next year, or the year after that?

To survive, one had to be prepared early, or be prepared to take from others.

The rocks were scratched with marks by the desolate wind, and the solid frost was carved into craggy shapes. With one foot on the edge of the cliff, the burly man turned and walked towards the silent warrior team behind him, dragging a terrifying number of source energy beast carcasses.

The Sunset Tribe's Great Chieftain had returned from the winter hunt. Two hundred and sixty professionals at the Heart Light level and above had swept through all living things in half of the Forever Still Ice Plain. This was an unprecedented great hunt.

Most source energy beasts would lie low in winter, which was the high season for natural disasters. At least five different natural disasters would ravage the wilderness, wandering like cleaning robots sweeping up trash.

Whether it was a Star Hail disaster lasting more than ten days, like a meteor shower, or a Blade Snow disaster capable of tearing apart small mountains, all source energy beasts, including dragons, would tremble in fear, only staying in their nests to wait for the end of the disaster. At this time, the winter hunting team, which calculated the intervals between disasters, would set out to kill these powerful beasts when they were at their weakest, and use their flesh and blood to satisfy the hungry members of the tribe.

They would mostly succeed. Human wisdom and weapons were superior to the instincts of beasts. Although there would certainly be many warriors who died, most of those who were willing and allowed to participate in the winter hunt were warriors whose demonization had reached an advanced stage, beyond even the Dragon's Blessing to save.

If they lived on, their strength would harm their loved ones, harm the tribe—the tribe didn't need such warriors, and the warriors didn't need such selves.

So, before their last shred of sanity was madly taken away, they would use this last strength to make a contribution.

They died where they belonged, using their last strength to provide their families with enough food to survive the winter, even the next year.

But this time was different. United under the Sunset name, with elderly professionals from more than seven large tribes, the Sunset Great Chieftain had cleared out all the threatening demonic creatures in the Forever Still Ice Plain, even the three silver dragons wandering in the ice and snow were no exception.

Although more than thirty elite warriors were killed, in the end, these powerful beasts, of which there were probably few left in the entire Aean Continent, whose breath could create ice storms, still fell under the Great Chieftain's giant ax. Their bodies were broken down into pieces, part of which was offered as sacrifices to the dragons in the sky on the spot, and the rest was taken back to the tribe.

"This time is enough for the children, the Dragon's Blessing will last for generations. Our children will grow strong under the nourishment of flesh and blood in the wilderness, and become even stronger warriors than us."

In the team, a middle-aged warrior following behind Darrot said with a smile, causing the claw scar on his face to twist in wrinkles: "With so much prey, no one in the tribe will die this year."

"Starting this year, never again." Another white-haired, haggard old warrior, whose face seemed frozen by ice and snow, also smiled. He dragged behind him an ice sled at least a hundred times his size, and the corners of his mouth curled up little by little, his tone filled with anticipation: "They are all very, very good children. Under the Dragon's gaze, those who can survive will definitely be stronger than us."

These words brought a series of soft laughter within the team. In the wilderness, they couldn't laugh loudly. The cold wind, accumulated ice and snow, and dangerous source energy beasts were all threats. But they still wanted to laugh, because they were delighted.

Just a single tide giant whale swimming in the North Sea was enough for all the tribes to eat for several months. And this time, they brought back prey as high as mountains, from giant whales to giant dragons, from white bears to woolly mammoths, everything was available.

Far away, the tribe's sentry saw the shadow slowly approaching. At first, he thought it was an attack by some giant beast of the wilderness, and was about to blow the whistle to prepare, but soon he realized that it wasn't a giant beast, but a team.

So, he happily sent a message.

"The winter hunting team is back!"

"They're back, they've brought back so much prey!"

"The warriors are back!"

The sound was repeated and passed on, and soon all the major tribes knew the news. Even though the cold wind was biting, black dots still appeared on the white ice and snow. They gathered into groups and headed outside the tribe to welcome the return of the warriors.

"As in the past, we will first sacrifice to the Dragon today, then to the Serpent and the Wolf tomorrow, and then distribute the spoils."

Facing the welcoming crowd, the noisy cheers and praises, Darrot's voice was as honest as a bear. He patted his shield-like chest, making a dull thumping sound, and said loudly with a smile, "Priests, go prepare the sacrificial rituals. We brought back the heads of three silver dragons. This will make our ancestors proud of us!"

As the universally recognized Great Chieftain of the entire Sunset Tribe group, consisting of more than twenty large tribes, and the future Great Khan of Heavenly Dusk, Darrot's authority was absolute. Even the priests obeyed his orders. Amidst the cheers of the people, the priests respectfully responded and went to the center of the tribe to begin preparing materials and constructing the sacrificial ritual array.

The Great Chieftain, however, left the crowd and headed towards the direction of his family's cave dwelling.

The tribe's main body was located in the cave-like holes inside the valley. No building could withstand the strong winds of the northern realm that could crush mountains. Darrot walked through the passage leading to his home, and after a series of twists and turns, he arrived at a warm underground chamber that was shielded from all wind by animal skins.

In the underground chamber, an old man with missing legs and one arm slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the cave.

The old man was so old that almost all of his white hair had fallen out, and the wrinkles on his face were like ditches. His withered yellow complexion seemed to indicate that he was nearing the end of his life.

But other than that, there was a mark on his forehead. The mark was hazy, seemingly like a patch of scattered, dim yellow clouds, but it could release a twilight-like light, filling the entire underground chamber.

This was the mark of a Giver, a proof that could clear the symptoms of demonization from warriors in the tribe and restore sanity to the insane. Only the most steadfast Dragon Priests could obtain this power.

The moment he entered the underground chamber, Darrot felt that the symptoms of demonization that had long been suppressed in his body had diminished a lot. He came to the side of the disabled old man who had already opened his eyes, knelt down gently, and took the old man's only remaining hand: "Father, how are you now?"

"The winter hunt was very successful. Although more than a hundred warriors have returned to the snowy plains forever, we brought back enough prey for the entire tribe to feast on for a year... Even if the warriors head south, there is still food for our fellow tribesmen to survive!"

"...I'm fine."

Faced with Darrot's concerned and proud words, the old man slowly opened his eyes. His body, which had long been close to withered, had eyes that were about to dry up.

But gazing at his son, the Dragon Priest still struggled to raise his hand, stroking Darrot's skin and muscles that were hundreds of times stronger than source energy steel, touching his child's cheek.

He smiled lovingly: "Good, good, little Darrot has grown up and can lead his fellow tribesmen to eat their fill..."

"Father..."

Calling out, Darrot seemed to have thought of something. He took out from his bosom a glass bottle containing an ice-silver liquid, inside of which the essence of ice and life was shaking, forming a small storm.

"This is the lifeblood of a silver dragon. I sacrificed all of its eggs and their souls, there is the Dragon's life inside. Father, drink it, there is also a part of my blood in it, so you can withstand it!"

The old man raised his eyelids. He gazed at the life essence condensed from the life essence of a silver dragon and all of its dragon eggs, and then slowly smiled: "That's great, this bottle of essence is enough to cultivate a powerful Serpent Warrior. The Great Serpent will like this sacrifice, it will bestow inheritance, don't waste it."

"Father!" Kneeling by his father's bed, Darrot couldn't help but roar in a low voice: "This is for you..."

"I'm about to return to nothingness, my child." The old priest just shook his head slightly. He slowly but firmly pushed away the Dragon Essence that had already been brought to his mouth: "The voices of the Overturning Serpent and the Devouring Wolf are getting clearer and clearer. They are both imprisoned on the Dragon Moon, but they can already gaze upon this land... Darrot, you know, I have lived too long, one foot has already stepped into the realm of nothingness, how can a bottle of silver dragon's blood bring me back to life?"

"Although it is a pity that I cannot see the return of the Twilight Dragon, but to see you become a warrior who can stand alone and lead the entire tribe, I couldn't be more gratified, and can leave in peace."

The old priest's loving gaze only existed for a short time. Soon, he closed his eyes tiredly.

In the Sunset Tribe of the Bitter Winter, there were three kinds of priests.

Serpent Priests were responsible for digging nests underground, performing sacrificial rituals, and building tribes to resist natural disasters.

Wolf Priests were responsible for following the warriors in hunting and fighting, casting strengthening spells, leading the charge, attacking cities and armies, and bringing death and destruction.

And Dragon Priests were the most precious. They could predict, bless, cause natural disasters to change direction, sense the earth's veins, and mine precious metals needed by the tribe... The most powerful Dragon Priests could receive the blessing of the Twilight Dragon and use light to purify the cruelty and tyranny in the hearts of warriors and calm the symptoms of demonization.

The Overturning Serpent and the Devouring Wolf were both the beasts of the Twilight Dragon, ancient incarnations of natural disasters that existed in the Age of Gods, representing the 'Barren Land' and the 'Forever Still Ice'.

Darrot had obtained the inheritance of the Devouring Wolf because of his fierce battles over the years. His strength was equivalent to the natural disasters of the barren northern ice plains, even surpassing them.

"Father..."

Realizing his father's firm will to refuse, even though he already knew the other party's physical condition, Darrot still wanted to let him live a few more years.

The warrior, who was stronger than a Mountain-Moving Tyrant Bear and could easily hunt wasteland giant beasts, even had moist eyes: "The Heavenly Sun is about to go out, and the Twilight Dragon will return soon. I really want you to see that scene too..."

"Child, I will return to nothingness, just as the Heavenly Sun will eventually go out. We need to face our future, calmly and fearlessly, in contrast to the tension and howling at the time of our birth."

Speaking softly, the old priest's voice no longer seemed to be coming from his vocal cords, but a ethereal soul sound. Twilight-colored light rippled in the cave: "The lowly imperials think they can keep us in the north with the Frost Extension Pass, and defeat us with the advantage of population, but this is just an illusion. We are just showing weakness, reserving our strength, and letting peace and enjoyment corrode those soldiers."

"When both the south and the north are invaded by the cold wave, we will be victorious."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand, and a wisp of light was pressed against Darrot's heart.

A surge of something that was neither warm nor cold, like the light of the autumn sunset, entered the Great Chieftain's body, making him feel a burst of energy. The slight hidden injuries from fighting the giant dragon were quickly healed, the symptoms of demonization were also reduced a lot, and even his strength increased somewhat.

In the sky, the sense of fluctuation in the Seal Moon suddenly became countless times clearer.

But Darrot endured his tears. He knew that his father had used his last bit of Great Dragon power to bless him. He refused to苟活 (gǒu huó - to prolong a wretched existence) and instead followed his own heart and actively returned to nothingness.

"Sad, Darrot? If you want to cry, cry loudly."

At the last moment, the old man said slowly, his expression seemed to be smiling: "What's the point of enduring it? Crying is not a wound, and I am not an enemy."

"Father... wants to see your most genuine feelings and appearance."

"Father!"

Sensing that the hand pressed against his chest began to lose pulse and strength, the strong man grasped the hand and shed tears.

The sound of his loud crying even spread out of the cave, reaching the ears of the many priests and warriors outside who were preparing the rituals for the Great Serpent and the Wolf. The sound, like a storm or a roaring beast, shook the atmosphere, and even the clouds trembled slightly.

But no one found it funny. They all knelt on one knee and lowered their heads towards the entrance of the cave—the Dragon Priest had returned to nothingness. The old man who had led the entire tribe through countless cold disasters had left them. Other sobbing and mournful songs could also be heard.

If you want to cry, you can cry. The men of the northern realm do not hide their emotions with etiquette.

When Darrot walked out of the cave, he was holding his father's body in his arms. Because of the battles with the terrifying giant beasts in the wilderness and with the imperial soldiers of the south, the old man sacrificed his flesh to protect the tribe and resist natural disasters. His incomplete body was lighter than even a slightly larger ice plain wolf.

Raising his head, the man looked at the sky. The gloomy snow clouds were rolling, like heavy sea waves hanging in the sky, but his disaster-realm peak vision allowed him to see the brilliance above the firmament through the heavy snow and clouds. The Demon Moon and the Seal Moon hung high in the center of the stars, flashing with light that stirred source energy.

The Demon Moon's brilliance was dazzling, but the Seal Moon was almost pitch-black and dim yellow, with a terrifying tranquility.

Darrot was not affected by the sadness. After crying loudly, he had returned to normal.

Tomorrow's sacrifice to the Overturning Serpent would most likely result in an inheritance. He would select a young man from the Sunset and Bitter Winter two large tribe groups to inherit this power.

A new Dragon Priest also needed to be prepared for selection. Although the Twilight Dragon would choose the most suitable priest for itself, the people on the ground also needed to be prepared so they wouldn't be flustered.

Afterwards, he would trigger a natural disaster to crush the gorge separating the northern wilderness and the northwest mountains, so that the power of the Sunset and Bitter Winter two large tribes could be completely unified in preparation for the upcoming all-out war.

As for the Dragon Grand Sacrifice the day after tomorrow, he would offer the First Light Holy Rock that fell from the sky, using the fragments of the Heavenly Sun as a prelude to the unsealing of the Twilight Dragon, igniting the brilliance of the Demon Moon.

The Demon Moon, for people outside the northern realm, was actually a way to obtain power. The extra demonized people would have their onset speed alleviated by them with special methods, so that they could fight for the tribe.

Whenever this happened, it was the most prosperous time for the Sunset Tribe.

Everything was clear, and no one could stop it.

The current Frost Extension Army was different from their weather-beaten ancestors, who could endure hardship even more than the people of the tribe. These sons of farmers and warriors who had become separatist warlords and new nobles had transformed into new evil dragons. They were not the people of the Great Dragon, the opponents of the Serpent and Wolf lineage.

As long as they could find a way to break through the world's number one Frost Extension Pass with minimal casualties, the followers of Twilight could take advantage of this momentum and sweep across the entire land.

This should have been a happy thing, an exciting thing. The power of the Devouring Wolf was surging around him, condensing into layers of frost that dimmed the light, but Darrot's gaze was still distant and long, with the childlike sorrow.

The phantom of time leaped before his eyes. The strong man saw the past. He seemed to see the figure of his father sacrificing his left hand to protect the tribe when a natural disaster struck. He seemed to see the expression of his mother tearing open her artery and pouring warm blood into his throat.

The biting cold wind beat against his iron tower-like body. The current Darrot was no longer afraid of this bit of wind and frost, but he still remembered how he, as a child, painfully followed his parents to migrate, avoiding attacks by packs of ice plain wolves.

Wind and frost froze and cracked flesh and blood, and ears shattered like ice blocks when squeezed. At that time, even his lips and throat had died. If it hadn't been for the Dragon Priest at that time using his blood to restore vitality to all the children, the current Great Chieftain of Sunset would probably have died on the desolate frozen soil of the ice plains long ago.

Now, although his body wasn't cold, Darrot's heart was colder than at any other time.

In that night when he lost his ears and lips and could hardly see the starlight, the young child had despaired whether living had any meaning. He couldn't find the purpose of survival at all.

——Could it be that he was born into this world just to endure hardship, pain, sadness, and despair, and then die unwillingly?

It was the blood of his relatives, his mother's blood, that brought back his consciousness, waiting for the priest's sacrifice. Darrot then thought that the meaning of his life was to fight for his relatives and the tribe. He swore, and he did it. He became the most powerful warrior in the tribe, making his father proud, and even his mother, who must have died in a natural disaster, would be gratified.

But just now, that meaning was lost.

——No, the meaning never existed.

Closing his eyes and opening them again, Darrot placed his father's body on the altar, and his dark eyes calmed down.

——Emptiness is the truth of the world.

Life is born into the world without meaning, no one is born for anything: the birth of a child has nothing to do with the child itself, it is just the decision of the parents, and the parents pull upward, trace back, all the way to the birth of all the ancestors, there is no meaning, it is just the result of the creation of the gods.

Those ancient gods claimed to have created them, but said nothing, and just let go, letting their children bear the suffering.

This is the essence of the world, the essence of all things—an unpleasant truth.

No one, nothing, is necessary to appear. Rather, existence is just an accident, without the slightest meaning.

But whether it has meaning or not is not important at all.

The most important thing is what you want to do, not to think like an idiot about what's the meaning of doing something.

Darrot was now staring at his father's remains, and his mind was flashing with fragments: the child self stayed by the icy sea watching his father fish all day; the young self watched Tana dance on the ice and snow during the sacrificial dance, her appearance was like an ice frost elf, and he smiled like an idiot; after his first hunt, he suddenly wanted to raise his head and sing loudly, singing loudly on the corpse of the prey, scaring his fellow comrades.

These things have no meaning, no value at all, and are even like an idiot, but he wants to do it.

The birth of life is meaningless, but it gives life the most sublime power: wanting.

People can't do many things, but people can always think, try to do it, even if they fail, it doesn't hinder this point.

Only when people are hit and they admit that they have failed and no longer think about it.

'Wanting' will stop.

"Those imperials, the humans in the south are also very miserable. Ordinary people are just the nobles' crops, and they are harvested every year, and demonized people are burned as firewood, so they have huge mobile cities and warm fire."

Darrot murmured in a low voice. He watched the flames rising on the altar, instantly igniting his father's shriveled body, which seemed to have no moisture.

In the fire, the warrior clenched his fists: "We people of the northern realm don't burn our brothers and sisters, and we don't exploit our fellow tribesmen. We survive by relying on ourselves."

"They lock us in the northern realm, hoping that natural disasters and beasts will wipe us out, but this is just sharpening our claws, letting us know the essence of this ugly world and strengthening our beliefs."

Darrot saw his father's body turn into ashes in the flames, leaving only a small mark formed by a group of twilight light, emitting a quiet glow. The Serpent Priest and the Wolf Priest respectfully stepped forward and put the mark into a box.

Although the Dragon Priest returned to nothingness, their power could still bewitch those imperials, allowing the power of the Twilight Dragon to spread throughout the world.

Watching this scene, the man deeply exhaled a breath.

He seemed to hear his father ask him in the snowfield during his first hunt.

He heard his father's words.

"Darrot, you are the child of the Twilight Dragon, the descendant of the Wolf and the Serpent!"

"What do you want to do?"

At that time, his father, who still had two legs and wasn't so old, asked loudly—this was tradition and an oath, proving that a northerner had his own beliefs and would kill other lives for this belief, taking their flesh and blood to live on and achieve this belief.

This was the question that all northerners constantly asked themselves in suffering, so that they could live firmly and bear all pain and despair, the reason for the ice and frost.

It was also the reason why all the children of the Twilight Dragon did not commit suicide and return to nothingness in the first place.

And now, Darrot raised his head. He watched the ashes of his father's body drift into the air and be blown away by the ice of the northern realm, scattering throughout the wasteland.

His deep voice seemed to shake the valleys and mountains.

"I want to... destroy this world full of suffering!"

The Demon Moon shone brightly, illuminating the world.

On the other side of the earth, the First Light ship was speeding across the wilderness.

Two moons hung in the night sky, the hazy moonlight like a mist, falling on the earth.

In the bridge, Su Zhou, who had just placed the Blazing Ember Godwood in a crystal cabinet and placed it in the hall so that everyone could freely comprehend it, raised his head thoughtfully. He frowned and said, "Is the light of the Demon Moon a little strange?"

[Recently, all kinds of light have been a little strange—have you forgotten? The Holy Sun has also flickered several times recently, and the brightness has indeed decreased slightly.]

Master Flintlight stood aside, gazing at the priceless treasure, worth at least tens of billions of imperial currency, and couldn't help but nod in praise: [Compared to that, I really didn't expect that cheapskate Rozelia would give it to you for free.]

"It's not for free." Su Zhou pointed out: "I'm going to make a big fuss in the East Sea to cover for his coastal capital—this is not an easy job, it's very troublesome."

"But I feel like you're eager to try." The silver sprite on the captain's seat unhesitatingly pointed out the contradiction in Su Zhou's words: "Even if that old man pretending to be young didn't ask you to do this, you would have done it anyway."

"But compared to this... Professor Svetlye, could it be that there really was an original great tree in the past of this world?"

Halfway through his sentence, Dawn's tone changed from ruthless exposure to full of doubt. The silver sprite, who had existed since the sprite era after the Age of Gods, showed a puzzled expression: "I clearly remember that only sprites have their great trees. It is impossible for other races to learn this kind of similar planting technology!"

She stared at the emerald green vitality burning like flames in front of her, and couldn't help but softly say, "In short, I never knew this... Unbelievable!"

"Of course it exists. The fact that you don't know about the World Tree makes me suspect the gods before the sprite civilization."

Su Zhou's tone was also full of bewilderment. He frowned slightly and stared at the seemingly burning branch of the Divine Wood: "In any case, in 'this' world, life can never forget the World Tree."

But obviously, except for Dawn, who had a slight impression, whether it was Flintlight, or children like Seneca, Gasha, and Loya, after seeing the Blazing Ember Godwood with their own eyes, they only felt 'familiar and kind', but did not have any instinctive excitement.

Although Su Zhou also knew that at least 80,000 years had passed, and no matter how strong the memory in the bloodline was, it would probably be sealed.

However, just by placing it here, the Blazing Ember Godwood could give all the people on the First Light ship a lot of insights and cultivation experience.

All the children who practiced the Samsara Immortal Art only needed to stay next to the Blazing Ember Godwood for one hour every day to double their cultivation speed. The growth rate of the Immortal Leaves and Undying Roots was even faster—this was the limit for the children, while Su Zhou could bear it for 24 hours without interruption. The vitality and thick and mysterious source energy fluctuations brought by the Blazing Ember Godwood could also produce considerable benefits for him, allowing him to have a lot of contact with the atmosphere and inheritance related to the World Tree.

Although it was ridiculed by Yala as conjoined twins, the Dao Tree and the World Tree did indeed have considerable differences and were very complementary.

The divine wood and cultivation inheritance that Su Zhou usually saw were mostly Dao Trees. This time, he happened to learn from the other party!

The effectiveness of the Blazing Ember Godwood's power was such that even Dawn felt that her spirit was clear. The slight unease and dislocation caused by long-term sleep were also repaired and gradually healed under the aura of the divine wood.

"Even the Wisdom Tree's light of wisdom is not so useful... The peak power of this World Tree is probably no less than the Heavenly Emperor. Just such a small section of tree branch fragments can bring quite a lot of benefits to me."

Nodding slightly, Su Zhou had already written down the daily teaching plan to lead the students to meditate in front of the Blazing Ember Godwood for one hour every day—with this thing, the children of the Hope Light Society would definitely grow up at the fastest speed.

Especially the level 100 godhood method designed by Su Zhou, with daily activities, check-ins, upgrades, and free benefit packages as bait, these children were of course full of expectations for cultivation.

Everyone has a bright future.

Except for a rather troubled alchemist.

[It seems that the mechanical body also has defects.]

Staring closely at the Blazing Ember Godwood in front of him, Master Flintlight still had no feeling or discovery after pondering for half a night. This immediately made him utter a rather disappointed voice: [Sure enough, can I not be considered a normal life now?]

[There is no way to imitate the form and power of the divine wood at all.]

Hearing this, Su Zhou immediately turned his head and looked at Master Flintlight, who had regained his flesh and blood disguise and looked like a middle-aged human.

"The mechanical body cannot become a divine wood?"

He clicked his tongue twice, and then walked forward, wagging his index finger and said, "Are you underestimating someone? Your wisdom, or the power of the divine wood?"

"The divine wood can even be a warship, how can it not be compatible with a mechanical body!"

Saying this, under Master Flintlight's stunned gaze, Su Zhou said with a matter-of-course tone: "It's just that you have gone astray. You plan to let your mechanical body imitate the divine wood—how foolish, why imitate? The machine itself is a kind of divine wood!"

[...Ah?]

The expression on Master Flintlight's face was indescribable, probably three parts confusion, three parts daze, three parts chaos, and ninety-one parts of 'Am I crazy or is he crazy?'

But Su Zhou didn't care. He just had a deep understanding of the essence of the divine wood, beyond the imagination of these mortals. The man stretched out his hand without hesitation and gathered source energy to demonstrate to Flintlight: "You see."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of source energy began to evolve into various different forms. A faint thunder and the whistling of the wind began to sound in the atmosphere. The sound of flames burning and the sound of tides rising sounded at the same time.

While Flintlight subconsciously focused his eyes, the wisp of source energy in Su Zhou's hand turned into a small sapling. It had fiery leaves, lightning-blooming branches, and flowing water that transmitted source energy, breaking down hydrogen and oxygen for combustion under the action of lightning, and the wind made everything move, full of vitality.

Afterwards, dirt and metal condensed into a hard shell, covering all the exposed source energy structures, and joined these source energy operation systems.

Immediately, a burst of vitality floated in Su Zhou's palm: a brand-new spiritual plant essence was shaped by Su Zhou. Just find a plant that can accommodate it, and a brand-new spiritual plant would be born.

From beginning to end, Su Zhou used more than eight completely different energies, solid, liquid, gaseous, and plasma materials, including metal.

After showing all of this, Su Zhou took back his palm and took the wisp of essence back into his body.

The man smiled at the dumbfounded Flintlight and said, "You want to imitate? This is impossible, because the essence of 'divine wood' is a special sublimation of life. You are already life, how can you imitate it? Just imitate the most unimportant tree shape on the surface?"

"What you need to do is to learn the energy cycle of the divine wood, and then fill your body with the most optimized source energy structure of the divine wood. The mechanical body can also do it."

[But... haven't we always been talking about divine wood?]

Flintlight felt very puzzled at the moment. Even Dawn tilted her head slightly, seeming to listen to this persuasion: [This is not divine wood at all...]

"Who defined the concept of divine wood?"

In response, Su Zhou couldn't help but turn his head and retort. He shook his head and said, "Can't you become the world's first mechanical divine wood?"

"In the final analysis, the classification of creatures is just our own opinion, a kind of one-sided prejudice... How can divine wood be such a complicated thing? As the foundation of all things and the World Tree that creates the world, how can it be restricted by the definitions set by humans within the world?"

"Metallic leaves and silver flowers can also bloom!"

At this moment, listening to Su Zhou's words, which sounded like nonsense but were actually very consistent with the facts, Flintlight, in addition to feeling a little enlightened, did not know why, but thought of a person.

That was the figure of the sage in the paintings and booklets of the Hope Light Order... the figure of the Hope Light Sage.

Equally knowledgeable, equally humorous, equally simple-minded, and equally kind to everyone.

[Professor Svetlye... is truly much better than me in terms of knowledge.]

Understanding this, he couldn't help but sigh softly, and then cheered up: [This is exactly why I stayed on the First Light ship.]

However, just when Master Flintlight was about to reinvigorate his spirit and experience the mysteries of the World Tree from another perspective.

Suddenly, an extremely bright light flashed outside the ship.

"What's wrong?"

At first, Su Zhou thought it was lightning, but after sensing it slightly, he immediately frowned: "A natural disaster? Someone attacking? It seems to be coming directly at us?"

But this guess was also wrong.

"No! This is a natural disaster!"

Soon Liu realized that no matter who it was, it was impossible to cause such a big commotion in the wilderness.

Su Zhou walked quickly to the window. He raised his head and looked at the twin moons in the sky.

The Demon Moon hung in the night sky. Without the stars as a foil, it shone brightly on its own, emitting dazzling flames from the inside out.

However, the Demon Moon's original silver-white and milky yellow halo was now slowly but unstoppably transforming into a wisp of scarlet red light.

The originally holy and peaceful moon was now stained with a layer of dark and terrifying light.

In the pitch-black night, the brilliance of the bright starry river spanning the sky was completely taken away.

[This, this is?!]

Seeing this scene, Flintlight was stunned on the spot. His shadow was stretched very long by the light, and then he took a breath of cold air: [Demon Moon! The Demon Moon is about to begin!]

[The light of the Blood Moon is about to invade the world... Everyone, remember to bring protective measures! Otherwise, those who don't have demonization will get demonization, and those who have demonization... are running wildly on the road to death!]

"All the children, go back to your rooms! Don't come out without permission. I will personally deliver dinner!"

Su Zhou ordered, but he didn't intend to leave.

This was the first time he had seen the Demon Moon erupt. At this moment, he could only stare at the moon outside the window, which was gradually turning blood red, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The moon... a theoretical source energy amplifier, its entity is currently completely unknown, but every eruption will bring about a terrifying nationwide magic wave.

Tens of thousands of newborns will be born infected with demonization from the very beginning, and thus embark on a difficult fate.

Su Zhou did not stay inside the First Light ship at this moment. He directly asked Dawn to open a convenient door for him and came to the ship's deck as soon as possible, so that he could observe the situation more clearly.

The man raised his head and looked at where the Red Moon was.

He keenly sensed that a series of extremely weak resonances came from the Blazing Ember Godwood inside the warship, which even other heavenly immortals might not be able to sense except for him.

That was because the aura of the Dao Tree remained on his body, which caused the extremely low frequency resonance!

"As expected, the World Tree has something to do with the sun and moon in this world!"

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