Tonight, the white dew is stained with clothes, the bright river hangs sand, the moon rises from the East Ridge, and the stars are uneven.

At the summons of the high priest, every household of the witch tribe walked out of the door and gathered in the squares on all levels.

The tribe built along the mountain, Yan appeared on a high place, and his dark red cloak was frightened by the wind.

The high priest, Yu Liuchen, Xing Qiu, and others were also standing nearby, their eyes all fell on her.

"What's wrong, why let us all come out?"

"I don't know, the high priest, the saint, and the guards of Yu Yuan are all here, maybe there is a big thing to announce."

"Look, Saint!"

Yan lifted his hood, his long black hair blew away in the wind, and a golden aura rose from her body.

She opened her arms, and her hands suddenly gathered on her chest and began to make seals.

"The golden crow flies, its sound is shining. Once the wind and rain come back, I want to follow you, but I cannot do it. How many things are there in life? What is the most important thing for wise men in ancient times is the glory."

"Ahhhh~"

With Yan shouting loudly, the unprecedented golden dragon swimming aura filled the sky, illuminating the mountainside.

"It's the saint, the golden crow divine bird!"

"The Golden Crow Divine Bird is really the Golden Crow Divine Bird."

"That's great, hurry up, make a wish."

"The golden crow divine bird flies by, which will bring good luck to people, haha."

When the people of the witch clan saw the three-legged golden crow transformed by Longyou's Qi, they were so excited that they could not control themselves.

Cheering, praying, kneeling, and making wishes, they expressed their faith in the divine bird in their own way.

Golden flames covered the air, and the bright colors made the moon's brilliance tonight only dim.

Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the people bathed in the "Glory of the Divine Bird", which was so simple that they were a little cute.

She used her internal strength and shouted into the air: "Clansmen, today, I want to announce a decision. This decision will change the fate of Shushan from now on. I hope it can be recognized by everyone and everyone."

"Holy, the Saint's decision, we support it."

"Yes, we all support the Saint's decision."

"Saint, tell me."

"What's the decision? Saint, tell me."

"The Qin people, they are about to attack Shushan and snatch the Fusang sacred tree. When we face Qin head-on, we will only perish ourselves. So, I decided to lead all the tribesmen to the Yin people's camp."

Yan's shout echoed in the sky, and Shushan, which had just been warm in the atmosphere, was only her voice left at this moment.

After the echo was lonely, the first person below called out.

"Saint, you want us to give up the sacred tree, it's impossible! So what about Qin? The children of Shushan are not afraid."

"Yes, saint, we will never agree to this only."

"When the Qin people come, then step over my body."

"We swear to defend the sacred tree to the death!"

"Defend the sacred tree to death~"

"Defend the sacred tree to death~"

Countless chaotic shouts soon gathered into a voice. The Shushan Witch Clan, both men and women, all raised their fists and roared, and vowed to defend the Fusang sacred tree even to death.

Yu Liuchen saw the scene below, sniffed, then stared at Yan fiercely with his eyes slanted.

In fact, it was not just Yu Luochen who gave up the Fusang Divine Tree. Yan's decision made all Yu Yuan's guards look at her, the saint, look a little strange.

The high priest pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, his deep eyes were still vaguely starry-like. He stared at Yan's back, closed his eyes again for a while, and quietly left it away.

Saint, I'll ask you everything.

The high priest also understood that compared with the power of Qin, Shushan was vulnerable and could not recover the final outcome even if he resisted it to death.

However, this is the home of everyone, and there is the faith of everyone here. Just because they lack strength and are afraid of death, they will not resist. So what kind of face do they have to live in the world?

It is extremely difficult to make a choice in such a situation.

He should have been the one who made the decision, but the saint took the initiative to take over.

"People, please listen to me."

Yan frowned and once again excited the dragon's air, and the three-legged golden crow wings soaring in the sky extended again.

"I love this land like you. The Fusang Divine Tree is the highest sacred in our hearts. I made such a decision carefully. I believe that the Divine Tree will respond to me."

"If the Divine Tree agrees to my decision, I hope that, tribesmen, you can respect the will of the Divine Tree. This is the common decision of the Saint and the Divine Tree."

"What is she talking about?"

"How is this possible from the response of the God Tree?"

"What is the decision to give up the sacred tree and throw it to the Qin people!"

"I don't believe that even a saint shouldn't be so ridiculous."

Amid the discussions of the Wu tribe, Yan turned around and looked up at the top of the back mountain.

"I'll go back."

She left a sentence, and in a blink of an eye, the body on the spot turned into a phantom and dissipated.

Yu Luochen couldn't help but feel angry and looked at the high priest next to him, "High priest, can you just let the saint do this?"

"Wait quietly. Everything will have an answer soon."

The high priest tapped the ground with the ancient wooden staff in his right hand and used magic to spread his voice. "The tribe, the saint, are going to communicate with the sacred tree, quiet."

...

After a while, Yan came to the top of the back mountain.

The huge tree trunk is bright red all over, with lush branches and leaves reaching the sky, stretching out the golden crown.

This is the Fusang sacred tree.

A normal person looks like a bug under her huge size.

Yan looked at a big stone here and lowered his head slightly, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"No, this scene today has a dark meaning."

The old and low voice floated out, and figures appeared on the big stone.

The old priest half opened his eyes, looked at Yan for a while, and after saying a word, he closed his eyes again.

"She is waiting for you."

After hearing this, Yan turned to the Fusang sacred tree, looked up at the golden sky, and then formed seals with both hands to release the three-legged golden crow.

The golden crow escaped from the dragon's aura and hovered upwards, rushing into the countless golden leaves of the sacred tree.

After a moment—

Hu~ Hu~

The golden crown of the Fusang sacred tree burned like flames, the dome of the night was broken by the grand flames, and the entire Shu Mountain was as bright as daytime.

"Cry~"

A golden crow flew out of the raging fire, hovering continuously in the sky, and finally turned into a ray of red light and fell in front of Yan's eyes.

"This is the magical staff."

Yan calmed down and reached out to hold the bright red branch. In an instant, golden light burst into her pupils, and endless hieroglyphs appeared in the air.

It was just one moment, and it seemed very long.

When Yan came to her senses, she shook her head fiercely, her eyes were confused and her expression was chaotic.

"What are those, destroying them? The golden flame burns evil, the wind of unmercy,..."

"That is witchcraft. The priests of Shushan in all generations will eventually give back to the sacred tree after their lifetime understanding. What you hold in your hand now is the most essential inheritance of my witch clan in the past thousand years."

The old priest was still sitting on the big stone, staring at the Fusang sacred tree affectionately while answering Yan.

"So, the sacred tree has already..."

"Yes, the future is left to you, Saint."

"I~"

Yan held the magical wood staff, walked a few more steps towards the divine tree, and knelt down on both knees.
Chapter completed!