A Drop of Spirit Liquid Forges the Peacock God Lord, Di Tian is Shocked!

At this moment, in the deepest reaches of the Star Dou Forest.

That was the forbidden land known as the Life Lake.

The lake water was as clear as a mirror, and the air was permeated with an extremely dense aura of life.

After Da Ming and Er Ming returned here, they did not rest for even a moment, heading directly to a secluded stone platform by the lakeside.

"Er Ming, let us begin."

Da Ming took a deep breath and took out the jade slip, placing it between the two of them.

As Da Ming injected a surge of soul power, the Bone Text on the jade slip instantly lit up, and countless extremely profound runes began to leap and arrange themselves in mid-air like fireflies.

Da Ming and Er Ming held their breath and focused, following the method recorded in the jade slip to begin attempting to outline the first origin rune.

BOOM!

The moment the two of them activated the technique.

The previously calm Life Lake suddenly seemed to boil.

The heaven and earth spiritual energy within a radius of several hundred miles formed a massive funnel, frantically pouring into the bodies of Da Ming and Er Ming!

At this moment, their soul beast bodies actually emitted bursts of thunderous sounds.

That was the reshaping of bones and the sublimation of bloodlines!

An ancient aura, one that had never appeared on this continent before, was growing rapidly.

This disturbance was simply too great.

Great enough to alarm those monsters that had been sleeping in the depths of the Star Dou Forest.

The surface of the Life Lake suddenly split open from the center.

A soul power as black as ink instantly shrouded the entire lake.

Following that, a middle-aged man wearing black armor slowly walked ashore from the bottom of the lake.

With every step he took, the surrounding space twisted and collapsed.

It was none other than the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Di Tian!

At this moment, Di Tian's brows were tightly locked, staring fixedly at Da Ming and Er Ming, who were in the middle of their cultivation.

"What is going on?"

Di Tian spoke in a deep voice.

"Da Ming, Er Ming, where did you two get such a strange cultivation technique?"

"Why is it that this method can actually allow you to bypass the suppression of the rules of this world?"

Di Tian saw through Da Ming and Er Ming's current cultivation at a glance; they did not need to rely on soul rings at all, and even their soul power was undergoing a qualitative transformation!

He sensed an ancient feeling in this aura, a feeling far more ancient than his own 800,000 years of cultivation.

After Da Ming and Er Ming were jolted out of their cultivation by this pressure, both of them were drenched in cold sweat.

"Lord Di Tian..."

Da Ming dared not hide anything and hurriedly recounted everything he had seen and heard at the Listening Rain Pavilion, as well as the Bone Text Precious Technique bestowed upon them by Su Chen.

After listening to Da Ming's account, Di Tian's expression also changed.

"Suppressing Tang Hao with one hand, a Unique Cave Heaven that is immune to all laws..."

"And this Bone Text Precious Technique for fierce beasts?"

Di Tian looked at the glowing jade slip, and monstrous waves surged in his heart.

As the most loyal subordinate of the Lord, he hoped more than anyone that the soul beast clan could escape their fate.

But he had never dared to imagine that such a method could truly exist.

"I will report this to the Lord first, and tomorrow, I shall accompany you there!"

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

The streets of the South City in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City were already completely packed with figures.

There was no clamor, nor was there any pushing or shoving.

Tens of thousands of soul masters were squeezed along the long street; there were rogue cultivators in coarse cloth garments, as well as elites from major sects.

Enemies who would usually draw their blades upon meeting were now shoulder to shoulder, yet they dared not utter a single harsh word.

Everyone kept in mind the rules Su Chen had set yesterday.

Whoever dared to cause trouble in front of the Listening Rain Pavilion would be the public enemy of all soul masters on the continent.

At the very front of the long street, the carriage of the Heavenly Dou Imperial Family sat quietly.

Emperor Xue Ye had changed out of his conspicuous dragon robe and was wearing an ordinary silk gown.

He stood outside the door early with Xue Qinghe, and the Royal Knights behind him had all changed into plain clothes.

On the other side of the street.

Bibi Dong wore a simple, elegant light purple dress and did not carry her Pope's scepter.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others followed behind her, having completely suppressed the aura of their Title Douluo ranks.

They stood honestly in line at the bottom of the steps, just like ordinary patrons.

Suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats came from behind the crowd.

A troop of armored cavalry dressed in the attire of the Star Luo Empire pulled up outside the street.

Dai Tianfeng, draped in a heavy cloak, led Dai Mubai as they strode into the crowd.

The soul masters along the way recognized the identity of the Star Luo Emperor and retreated to both sides, clearing a path.

Dai Mubai kept his head lowered as he followed his father, his expression extremely tense.

Dai Tianfeng walked to the front of Listening Rain Pavilion and glanced at Xue Ye and Bibi Dong across from him.

He did not offer a greeting, choosing instead to stand firmly in a position near the front.

In a corner of the crowd.

Three tall men dressed in black robes stood together.

The middle-aged man in the center had sharp eyes; it was none other than Di Tian, who had rushed over from the Star Dou Forest overnight.

Da Ming and Er Ming pulled their hoods low, following obediently on either side.

Di Tian looked at the top powerhouses of the human world gathered before the door, knowing in his heart that Da Ming had not lied yesterday.

The hour of the dragon arrived.

The ordinary wooden door of Listening Rain Pavilion was pulled open from the inside.

A servant dressed in green poked his head out and stepped aside.

The crowd outside immediately surged into the main hall.

There was no fighting for seats, no arguing.

Everyone tacitly found their places in the order they had arrived; those without seats stood against the walls, packing the hall until it was impenetrable.

Xue Ye, Bibi Dong, Dai Tianfeng, Di Tian, and the others all took their seats in the front row.

A moment later, Su Chen walked out from behind the stage, wearing his signature white shirt.

He sat down at the table.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Hundreds upon hundreds of eyes in the audience stared at him, their breathing suppressed to the lowest possible volume.

Clap!

The gavel struck the table.

"Yesterday, we spoke of the Stone Village sacrificial spirit, the Willow Deity."

Su Chen's tone was calm, without any deliberate attempt to raise his voice, yet it reached every person's ears with perfect clarity.

"Many people think, no matter how strong a tree is, how strong could it really be?"

"But what you do not know is that she does not belong to the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm at all."

Su Chen placed his folding fan on the table.

"In that extremely distant Immortal Ancient Era, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were filled with great sects, and Immortal Kings rose together."

"The Willow Deity was the supreme sacrificial spirit worshipped by ten thousand races across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

"She was known as the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, and she was one of the top titans of the Immortal Ancient Era."

Hearing this, everyone in the audience felt a jolt in their hearts.

Worshipped by ten thousand races?

A top titan of the Immortal Ancient Era?

Di Tian sat in the corner, his hands clenching tightly.

As a member of the Dragon Clan himself, he knew deep down what kind of terrifying foundation was required for a sacrificial spirit to bear the fortune of ten thousand races.

"Later, the Foreign Realm knocked at the gates."

Su Chen's gaze swept across the audience.

"The strength of the Foreign Realm far exceeded that of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

"In that battle, the experts of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were nearly wiped out, and Immortal Kings bled."

"It seemed as though the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were about to be completely annihilated."

"The Willow Deity stood forth."

Su Chen's voice gradually deepened.

"A single willow tree, charging alone into the Foreign Realm."

"She was facing the supreme existence of the Foreign Realm: an Immortal King."

Upon hearing the words "Immortal King,"

Dai Tianfeng could not help but lean forward, his expression grave.

Bibi Dong also furrowed her brows tightly.

Su Chen glanced at Bibi Dong and spoke indifferently:

"The gods of your Douluo Continent are not even considered mortals in her presence."

"The so-called Immortal Kings can crush the ages with a single drop of blood and sever stars with a single strand of hair."

"They are monsters who have truly endured ten thousand tribulations without perishing."

The breathing of everyone in the audience stalled.

A single drop of blood crushing the ages?

Emperor Xue Ye opened his mouth, but could not utter a single sound.

In their understanding, parting a river with a wave of one's hand was already a miracle.

What kind of concept was severing stars?

"Willow Deity fought several Immortal Kings alone."

Su Chen continued his narration.

"She turned the Foreign Realm upside down, charging in and out nine times."

"But two fists are no match for four hands, let alone when facing several supreme existences of the same level."

"In the end, she was gravely wounded and dying, nirvana-ing into a seed that fell into Stone Village in the Great Wilderness of the lower realm."

"She transformed into a charred piece of Lightning-Struck Wood and fell into a long, deep slumber."

For a moment, the hall was deathly silent.

In everyone's mind, the image of that charred, withered wood with only a single willow branch remaining emerged.

Who could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary piece of dead wood possessed the feat of having single-handedly slaughtered its way through the Foreign Realm?

"And just as she was slumbering and undergoing nirvana,"

Su Chen picked up the folding fan on the table and tapped it gently against his palm.

"The titans of the Upper Realm, who prided themselves on being righteous sects, chose to strike while she was vulnerable."

"They feared the former prestige of Willow Deity and dreaded the day she might recover."

"Thus, several titans of the Upper Realm joined forces to descend and unleash a killing tribulation."

"They wanted to completely erase this supreme Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit who had once protected them and shed her last drop of blood for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

Hearing this, the spirit masters in the audience also revealed expressions of fury.

She had fought to the death for them, and when she was gravely wounded, not only did these people refuse to save her, but they also stabbed her in the back?

This was even more shameless than the royal power struggles of the Star Luo Empire!

Su Chen lifted his teacup, watching the pairs of angry eyes in the hall, and took a slow, unhurried sip.

He did not pay heed to the listeners who were still unable to snap out of their rage, but continued to speak on his own.

"I mentioned earlier that Willow Deity is the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, worshipped by ten thousand races."

"But you likely have no concept of what this 'worship' entails."

Su Chen waved his folding fan, and the screen in the sky solidified once more.

Above that charred piece of Lightning-Struck Wood, where there had originally been only one emerald-green willow branch, dense clusters of light points now emerged around it.

Each light point, when magnified, revealed a vast expanse of land, teeming with billions of living beings and flourishing incense.

"At the height of her power, every willow leaf supported a divine kingdom."

"Three Thousand Divine Kingdoms, three thousand worlds."

"Countless gods prostrated themselves beneath her leaves, chanting her true name day and night."

"The divine radiance woven from this incense and willpower was enough to make the laws of this universe revolve around her."

Bibi Dong, sitting in the front row, stood up abruptly. She looked at those three thousand light points, her lips moving, but no sound came out.

She had always believed that her nine spirit rings and Twin Martial Souls were the greatest fortune in this world.

But now, look at her.

A single willow leaf was an entire world?

Then what was she, this so-called Pope of Martial Soul Hall, in front of the billions of beings in those Three Thousand Divine Kingdoms?

She was likely not even worth a speck of dust.

Su Chen watched the deeply shocked expressions of the crowd, his voice as calm as water.

"In the eyes of Willow Deity, the barriers of rank are not insurmountable."

"In that distant past, there was once an incredibly ordinary little peacock beneath the seat of the Willow Deity."

"In your world, it might have been nothing more than a plain, unremarkable wild bird, or at best, a low-level soul beast."

Su Chen paused, his tone turning somewhat playful.

"That peacock happened to encounter the Willow Deity, and she casually bestowed upon it a single drop of dew from her leaves."

"In the next second, the bloodline within that peacock underwent an immediate atavism, instantly transcending countless ranks, and it later went on to become a Cult Master-level figure, revered in the Upper Realm as the Peacock God Lord."

"In that world, with a single spread of its wings, it could eclipse an entire star."

Hearing this, the teacup in the hand of Dai Tianfeng, who was sitting to the side, wobbled, and he did not even bother to wipe the tea that spilled onto his clothes.

A casual bestowal of a drop of dew could turn an ordinary bird into a being capable of eclipsing a star?

If a soul master were to drink a drop of this dew, would they not become a god on the spot?

Among the trio in black robes in the corner, Di Tian could no longer sit still.

His breathing became rapid, his golden pupils fixed intently upon Su Chen.

As the ruler of the Star Dou Forest, he had guarded the Life Lake and the severely wounded Lord for far too long.

The Lord's injuries were inflicted by a God King of the God Realm back then; they were wounds at the level of fundamental laws.

For so many years, even with the dense energy of the Life Lake, it had only been enough to barely sustain her vitality.

But what had Su Chen just said?

A single drop of dew could alter a bloodline, or even reshape a God Lord?

"Mr. Su!"

Di Tian stood up, unable to refrain from asking:

"May I ask, Mr. Su, whether the liquid bestowed by that Willow Deity..."

"Or rather, her power of nirvana, can it heal a creature that is extremely severely wounded, even by supreme laws?"

Hearing this, the people in the hall also turned their heads one after another to look at this man in black robes.

Bibi Dong and Emperor Xue Ye also cast slight glances his way; they could sense that this man's aura was extremely strange and powerful, certainly not one of the common sort.

At these words, Su Chen raised his eyelids and cast a faint glance at Di Tian.

He naturally knew what Di Tian was asking.

"Wounds of law?"

Su Chen let out a scoff and leaned back.

"What you call supreme laws are nothing more than children's games in the eyes of those giants in the Perfect World."

"The Willow Deity once fought her way into the Foreign Realm alone, confronting Immortal Kings—beings capable of forcibly altering the rules of heaven and earth."

"If she wishes to save a creature, even if that creature has only a wisp of a remnant soul left, even if it is buried at the end of Samsara, the Willow Deity need only a single thought to pull it back from the river of time."

"As for the injuries you speak of..."

Su Chen pointed to the charred tree trunk in mid-air.

"She herself is undergoing the most terrifying death trap in this world; she is in self-nirvana."

"If she awakens, there is no wound in this world she cannot heal, and no life she cannot save."

"Of course, if she were to bestow a drop of her divine liquid upon the person you speak of, not only would the injuries be healed, but they would even evolve into the most powerful existence in this entire Douluo Continent!"