Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"When the green-robed guest arrives, all evil spirits will be shunned; when the Suanni appears in the world, all gods will return to their positions."

In the distance, Jiang Han stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the flashing fluorescence in the direction of Shi Village. He knew that his mission had just begun - when the Suanni treasure bone resonated with the thunder-struck wood, the ancient secrets of the Xuanhuang Continent would open the most shocking chapter in this seemingly ordinary village. And he, as a descendant of the gods, would eventually find his long-lost faith and responsibility in this magnificent battle.

The mountain wind howled, taking away the last trace of blood. The bonfire in Shi Village was rekindled, and the villagers sat around the lightning-struck wood, listening to the little one vividly describing the scene of "Uncle fighting the four evil men". In the firelight, the bracelet left by Jiang Han lay quietly on Shi Yunfeng's desk, and the tender buds were quietly growing in the night, as if foreshadowing new hope.

This sudden battle for the treasure bone ended with Jiang Han's stunning move. But for Shi Village, this was just the beginning of a legend - when the light of the Suanni treasure bone illuminated the night sky, and when the annual rings of the lightning-struck wood began to reverse, the myth of this small village had just begun. And the story of the mysterious green-shirted guest will also spread to every corner of the Xuanhuang Continent with the night wind, becoming an immortal legend among countless younger generations of practitioners.

"This precious bone is meaningless to me. You can continue to comprehend it." Jiang Han's voice was like a clear spring in the mountain stream, flowing in the twilight. He flicked his fingertips, and the precious bone of Suan Ni drew a beautiful arc. The bright bone body was iridescent in the sunset, and finally fell steadily into Shi Yunfeng's palm. The hand of the Shi Village chief was trembling slightly, and his rough fingertips stroked the natural lines on the surface of the precious bone, as if he could feel the heartbeat of the ancient beast.

"My benefactor, don't even think highly of the Suanni magic?" Shi Yunfeng carefully put the treasure bone into the secret compartment of the stone house. The bronze lock made a crisp click. "But it makes sense. Even a strong man like Jiao Peng is not your opponent." When he turned around, the Suanni totem jade pendant on his waist produced a subtle resonance with the treasure bone. The fine golden light flowed along the folds of his clothes, drawing a faint track in the twilight.

At this moment, the air suddenly froze. A vague question fell from the clouds, and seemed to rise from the depths of the earth, rippling in the ears of every villager: "Who are you?" The voice was like the tapping of an ancient bell, carrying the weight of years, and seemed to carry the vastness of the beginning of chaos.

"Who's talking?" Shi Meng, a young villager holding a bone knife, turned around on the spot, and the blade scraped sharp sparks on the stone slab. Shi Mingyuan, a clan elder in his seventies, suddenly trembled and knelt down, his cloudy eyes looking at the charred lightning-struck tree at the entrance of the village: "It's the willow god who spoke!" He pressed his calloused palms on the ground and knocked his forehead heavily on the bluestone slab, making a dull sound.

Tiny Shi Hao jumped in front of the lightning-struck tree, his nose almost touching the charred bark: "God of Willow, God of Willow, are you talking to me?" His clear eyes reflected the fluorescent light on the top of the willow branch. At the moment the voice rang out, the only remaining crystal willow branch suddenly burst into an emerald luster, and thousands of light dust particles danced like fireflies, weaving a dreamy light net in the twilight.

"Greetings to the Willow God!" Everyone in Shi Village knelt down in unison. The elderly touched the ground with their heads, the young mothers held their babies in their arms and kowtowed, and even the most naughty children imitated the adults and knelt on the ground. The willow branches on the top of the lightning-struck tree swayed gently, shedding dots of green light, which turned into a warm halo when they fell on the villagers, as if responding to this piety.

The bronze tripod in front of the ancient ancestral hall suddenly hummed, and the ancient ancestors' offerings to the heaven engraved on the tripod glowed. The sun, moon, and stars slowly rotated on the wall of the tripod, and the mountains and rivers emerged in three-dimensional light and shadow. One could even see the silhouette of an ancient priest waving a scepter. That was the ancestral tripod that had been passed down for thousands of years in Shi Village. At this moment, it was resonating with the power of the Willow God, spreading the power of the sacrifice to the entire village.

"Who are you?" The voice of the Willow God sounded again, this time even clearer and with unquestionable majesty. The crystal willow branches twisted like living things, outlining a green light chain in the air. Ancient runes were engraved on each section of the chain, and it finally pointed to Jiang Han who was standing quietly.

Jiang Han looked at the lightning-struck tree, and a storm surged in his heart. As a time traveler who knew the secrets of ancient times, he knew that the seemingly broken willow tree in front of him was once a giant immortal king who dominated the nine heavens and ten earths. Recalling the great battle recorded in history books: the God of Willow single-handedly entered the foreign land, went in and out ten times, and the willow branches in his hand turned into a ten-thousand-blade heavenly net, beheading the heads of thirty-six demon gods in the foreign land. His power and prestige have made the foreign land still circulate the taboo of "escaping when encountering a willow".

"Ancestor Sacrifice Spirit," Jiang Han murmured in a low voice, his fingertips unconsciously brushing the mountain and river pattern on his cuffs, which was the mark of his bloodline as a descendant of the God Clan. The breath of the Willow God was not majestic, but every trace contained the laws of heaven, as if what was in front of him was not a willow tree, but the embodiment of the will of the entire world.

The void vibrated, and a figure condensed at the end of the willow branch. A bloodstained white robe fluttered in the wind, with red marks like blooming red plums. The face was extremely beautiful, but he was wearing men's clothes, and a hairpin made of dead branches was pinned in his hair. This was the Dharma image of the Willow God after his nirvana. Although he did not have the majesty of the Immortal King in the past, he had a kind of indifference after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

"I came here to leave a legacy." Jiang Han forced himself to calm down. Before he finished speaking, a light blue light burst out from the fingertips of Willow God. The light seemed gentle, but it caused spider-web-like cracks in the space. Wherever it passed, even time seemed to be taken away. The smoke from the cooking in Shi Village hovered in the air, and the flying birds solidified into black silhouettes.

Transparent ripples suddenly appeared on Jiang Han's body. That was the absolute defense given by the system. However, in front of the power of Willow God, this layer of defense was like a paper barrier. The light blue light penetrated without any hindrance and went straight to the center of his eyebrows. At the critical moment, the devil fruit tree in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly burst into a thousand-foot black light. Thousands of spiral fruits lit up at the same time. Mysterious runes appeared on the surface of each fruit, like a galaxy turned upside down, swallowing up the light blue light.

"Buzz——"

The sky and the earth changed color. Behind Jiang Han, three towering trees appeared: in the center was a devil fruit tree with tangled roots, thousands of fruits of various shapes hanging from its branches, red like flames, blue like ice crystals, black like the abyss; on the left was an ancient Bodhi tree with swaying branches and leaves, each leaf was engraved with Sanskrit, and golden light rain fell from the treetops; on the right was a spiritual enlightenment tree with crystal clear body, and the trunk was covered with natural Taoist patterns, each of which contained the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

"That's the Dharma image of my benefactor!" Shi Qing pointed to the sky and exclaimed. The shadows of the three giant trees blocked out the sun and the sky, and the treetops almost touched the clouds. The roots of the devil fruit tree went deep into the ground, as if resonating with the Mother Earth Goddess; the shadows of the ancient Bodhi tree emerged from the branches of the ancient Buddha, chanting ancient scriptures; the shadow of the enlightenment tree was projected on every stone slab in Shicun, forming a complete heavenly map. The Dharma image of the God of Willow fluctuated for the first time, and ripples appeared in his calm eyes. The thousands of runes of the devil fruit tree resonated with the heavenly map of the enlightenment tree, forming a force to counter the ancient immortal king. The light blue light and the black runes collided violently in the void, and each confrontation caused bursts of sonic booms. The mountains in the distance were actually cut off by three feet by the aftermath, revealing bare rock walls.

The little guy was so absorbed in watching that he unknowingly climbed onto the branch of the lightning-struck tree and reached out to touch the floating green light dust. The Willow God's Dharma image suddenly turned to him, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and a green light dot fell on Shi Hao's forehead with a light tap of his fingertips: "This boy has excellent roots and can inherit my bloodline." Although the voice was soft, it made Shi Yunfeng and others overjoyed - the Willow God's personal enlightenment meant that the first true cultivator would be born in Shi Village.

Jiang Han took the opportunity to activate his sea of ​​consciousness. The branches and leaves of the Devil Fruit tree danced wildly, transforming the power of the Willow God into pure energy and injecting it into his limbs. He felt that his connection with the system was getting closer. The power of the Zhenzhen Fruit was surging in his meridians, as if it could cause an earthquake at any time. The shadow of the Enlightenment Tree made him feel the laws of heaven and earth to a higher level. The originally obscure laws of space were now as clear as the stone road in front of him.

"So you are an outsider." The voice of Willow God suddenly became low, and the blood on the Dharma image seemed to be brighter. "You have the power of a foreign land, but you have a heart of protection." Her fingertips passed through the void, and a green light gate emerged. Behind the gate was a chaotic mist, and the ancient battlefield and broken stars could be vaguely seen. "I will achieve Nirvana. Before that, I hope you can protect this village."

Before he finished speaking, the image of the Willow God gradually dissipated, leaving only the willow branch gently swaying, sprinkling green rain all over the sky. Each raindrop contained a great vitality. When it fell on the land of Shi Village, the scorched grass and trees instantly sprouted new buds; when it fell on the villagers, years of injuries were healed without treatment; when it fell on the precious bones of the Suanni, a complete treasure map emerged from the bone patterns.

Jiang Han caught the last drop of rain, and felt his mind clear. The shadows of the three giant trees in his sea of ​​consciousness became more solid. He looked at Shi Yunfeng, who was holding the treasure bone in a daze. The golden lines on the bone were moving like a living thing, and it was obvious that he had resonated with the power of the God of Willow. The little one was sleeping on the lightning-struck wood, with the green dot between his eyebrows flashing like a small lantern, and a sweet smile on his lips.

As the night deepened, Shi Village returned to its tranquility. Jiang Han stood alone at the entrance of the village, looking at the fluorescent light on the top of the lightning-struck tree. The words of the God of Willow were still ringing in his ears: "Outsiders, protect this village." He knew that his mission was far from over - the secret of the Suanni's precious bones, the origin of the devil fruit tree, and the arrangements after the God of Willow's nirvana were all like a cloud of fog, waiting for him to uncover.

Suddenly, the system terminal in his arms vibrated, and a line of small words appeared on the screen: "The residual energy of the ancient immortal king is detected, and the evolution progress of the Zhenzhen fruit is + 10%." Jiang Han smiled lightly, and his fingertips touched the shadow of the devil fruit tree, and thousands of runes flickered. He knew that the legend belonging to him and Shicun had just begun.

The mountain wind blew past, and the lightning-struck wood made a rustling sound, as if telling an ancient story. The bonfire of Shi Village was dancing in the distance, reflecting the sleeping faces of the villagers. Jiang Han turned and walked towards the village. The mountain and river patterns on the hem of his clothes reflected the starry sky, like the oldest contract between heaven and earth, witnessing the indissoluble bond between a time traveler and the ancient fairy village.

That night, everyone in Shi Village had strange dreams: some dreamed of giant willows covering the sky, some dreamed of three sacred trees taking root in heaven and earth, and the little Shi Hao dreamed that he was riding a green dragon of light, soaring in the starry sky, and on the dragon's head stood the benefactor who always wore a green cloth gown.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the lightning-struck wood, Jiang Han stood in front of the stone house, watching Shi Yunfeng carefully take out the Suanni treasure bone. The light on the surface of the treasure bone became softer, interweaving with the green light left by the willow god, forming a flowing star map. In the distance, wolves howled from the direction of the wolf village, but no one dared to covet this small village anymore - because here, there was a mysterious benefactor who dared to talk to the Immortal King, and an ancient willow god who was about to be reborn.

The story continues. The glory of the Suanni's precious bones will always shine on Shi Village, witnessing this group of ordinary villagers, under the protection of Jiang Han and the God of Willow, step by step towards their own legend.

Looking at the rainbow, the indistinguishable shadow behind the willow tree finally moved. Dozens of crystal willow branches curled up like living things, weaving an emerald light net in the void. Each willow leaf was flowing with heavenly runes, as if the laws of the entire world were condensed on the branches. The devil fruit tree in Jiang Han's sea of ​​consciousness trembled synchronously, and thousands of spiral fruits formed a star map behind the shadow. Each fruit projected light of different attributes, gathering behind him into a tree shadow that covered the sky.

Shi Yunfeng and the others felt that the scene before their eyes was like a dream: Jiang Han and the lightning-struck tree were facing each other quietly, but the void between them was surging with chaotic air currents, sometimes showing the flashes of swords and shadows of ancient battlefields, and sometimes showing the fantastic scene of the galaxy turning upside down. The two attacks seemed to be as slow as a snail, but in fact, every inch of movement was accompanied by the collapse and reorganization of space - every time the branches of the willow god moved forward, crystal-like heavenly patterns would grow on the ground; every time the rainbow light of the devil fruit tree spread one foot, a spiral energy matrix would condense in the void.

“Sizzle—”

Like the sound of porcelain breaking, a hair-thin crack suddenly appeared on the trunk of the lightning-struck tree that required five people to hug. Drops of golden blood flowed out of the crack and fell on the charred bark, instantly turning into fluorescent butterflies, dancing around the little guy. The shadow of the Willow God trembled violently, and the scars on his blood-stained white clothes became brighter and brighter. The whole person was like ink scattered by the wind, gradually becoming transparent.

On the other hand, the shadow of the Devil Fruit Tree was shaking its branches like a naughty child, and thousands of fruits made crisp sounds like bells, forming a colorful rain of light above Jiang Han's head. The roots of the tree were deeply rooted in the ground, and countless spiral energy veins emerged in the rock layer below the stone village, resonating with the Devil Fruit Tree.

"Grandpa, the Willow God is bleeding!" The little one rushed to the lightning-struck tree, and gently stroked the crack with his tender palm, tears welling up in his eyes, "Did uncle hurt the Willow God?" (End of this chapter)