Vol. 1 - Ch. 55 - Resurrection

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Chapter 54 of "Reincarnated as a Divine Tree" opens presenting key developments: This time, three wild beasts were sacrificed: two at the early stage of the Blood... Read on!

This time, three wild beasts were sacrificed: two at the early stage of the Blood Coagulation Realm and one at the middle stage of the Blood Coagulation Realm.If Li Cailiang knew from beyond the grave, would he be shocked that thyme not only didn't harm the Chen family but actually helped them acquire several wild beasts? The middle-stage Blood Coagulation Realm beast increased Ji Yang's vitality by thirty-three points, but his spiritual energy only increased by four points. Although both his vitality and spiritual energy were sufficient, Ji Yang did not have enough simulation points to start a new simulation. Additionally, Ji Yang was no longer satisfied with a single multiplier after the success of his previous simulations. He wanted to increase the multiplier to improve his chances of obtaining divine abilities and combat skills. As everyone left, the Ancestral Hall fell silent once again. To prevent such unexpected situations from happening again, two additional night patrols were assigned, including a Blood Coagulation Realm warrior. After the last Divine Tree Festival, the clan gained two more Blood Coagulation Realm warriors in addition to Clan Chief Chen Xingzhen. The family was almost back to the size they had before their conflict with the Li family. On the seventh day, the gray fruits on the tree lost their bright colour and turned completely gray. The marks on the fruits became more distinct as if the ancestors were still present. To an outsider, however, it would look eerie. Following Chen Xingzhen's orders from the previous days, not many clan members disturbed the Divine Tree. Only Chen Tianjing and a few other Blood Coagulation Realm warriors visited the Ancestral Hall at night to pay respects to their ancestors. After all, the gray fruits on the tree contained not only Chen Qingyu's father but also other elders from the family. By the seventh evening, the gray fruits on the tree had undergone minimal changes. At this moment, Ji Yang was completely focused on observing these spirit-condensed gray fruits, curious to see what they would look like when they were fully ripe. However, what puzzled Ji Yang was that even though he could sense these gray fruits were nearing maturity, their surfaces remained closed, showing no signs of opening their eyes. Half an hour passed under Ji Yang's watchful gaze. As the moon rose high in the sky, Ji Yang began to absorb moonlight and Yin Qi. Eventually, the gray fruits began to show signs of change. Bathed in moonlight, the gray fruits hanging from the branches started to sway gently. As they moved, their eyes gradually opened. Ji Yang kept his focus on them, closely observing their transformation. This magical scene was unlike anything he had seen before. After a brief swaying motion, one of the gray fruits suddenly fell to the ground. However, just as the fruit was about to touch the ground, a powerful surge of Yin Qi erupted from it. As the gray fruit disappeared, a gray-robed old man suddenly appeared in the temple. His face matched the one seen on the fruit earlier. "Could this be a spirit seed?" Ji Yang wondered aloud. Ji Yang gazed at the ripe gray fruits above, his eyes filled with curiosity. If these were still mere spirit fragments, what was the purpose of his Spirit Condensation? Upon closer examination, he noticed something different about these gray spirits. The untransformed gray spirits were tattered and worn, their entire bodies a dull gray. In contrast, the newly condensed gray spirits appeared solid, with an overall hue that was more ashen than gray. There was something distinct about them, something that momentarily escaped his memory. As he pondered this, the other gray fruits on the branches couldn't contain themselves any longer. Like raindrops, they fell to the ground. Before each fruit touched the ground, it transformed into a new figure---a multitude of gray figures now filled the Ancestral Hall. However, these figures remained invisible to others. As Ji Yang observed the gray spirits, a realization dawned on him. These spirits were different. They possessed a new quality---cognition. These gray spirits seemed more agile, showing signs of thinking. Ji Yang could see consciousness in their eyes. But why? As the first gray spirit touched the ground, an elderly spirit raised a hand to his forehead, furrowing his brow in contemplation. His lips formed the three fundamental questions of existence: "Who am I?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴovᴇlꜰirᴇ.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality. "Where am I?" "What am I supposed to do?" Other newly arrived souls also furrowed their brows, searching for their long-forgotten memories. After a brief moment of reflection, the elderly gray spirit's eyes suddenly brightened. He remembered. His name was Chen Changming, the eleventh-generation patriarch of the Chen clan! However, as he surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, a doubt crept in. If he remembered correctly, he had been killed in battle during their clan's last migration. Why was he alive now? Chen Changming quickly noticed the changes within himself and the unfamiliar figures around him. Other gray souls echoed his confusion: "Ah, who am I?" "I remember dying, killed in battle against a wild beast." "I think I died too, during our clan's migration." "Why can't I touch anything? What's happening to me? What's going on?" Inside the Ancestral Hall, the living clan members remained oblivious, but above them, Ji Yang heard the collective perplexity of the spirits. Ji Yang now understood the purpose of his Spirit Condensing ability. It solidified the spirits of the dead, allowing them to regain their memories from their past lives. Unfortunately, this power was tied to the Chen Clan and could only be accessed by members of their bloodline. Even after being condensed, these spirits remained intangible, invisible to the living. What purpose could such spirits serve? Ji Yang paid no attention to the numerous spirits below, instead pondering the possible implications of their restored memories. "Xingba, is that you?" Chen Changming's gaze fixed on a familiar spirit nearby, his expression changing from confusion to excitement. He couldn't help but approach. As he got closer, Chen Changming noticed several other familiar souls. "You're my son, Xinghe!" "Xingjian!" Upon hearing Chen Changming's call, the memories within the other three souls gradually sharpened. When they saw Chen Changming, their excitement knew no bounds, and they shouted: "Father!" The three approaching figures recognized each other's faces, their expressions even more emotional: "Big Brother!" "Second Brother!" "Younger Brother!" "Eldest Brother!" "Cousin? Is it really you?" "Father, it is incredible to see you here!" "Third Uncle, did you die too?" "Nephew, you're here too!" The restored memories of the Chen clan members led to a chaotic exchange. They shared nostalgia, unspoken words from their past lives, and the joy of being reunited after a long absence. The Ancestral Hall buzzed with emotion.

Vol. 1 - Ch. 55 - Resurrection

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