Maybe I shouldn't die.

The shrill screams continued.

After nine thunder tribulations, there was no trace of the mother tree left at the original location.

Is it finally solved?

The gods hesitated for a moment and then decided to go forward and check.

After being ravaged by dozens of thunder disasters, the area had already become bumpy and looked very cold.

Although the final thunder of vitality carried the power of the law of vitality, it was mainly concentrated on the mother tree and did not dissipate, so it failed to spread vitality to this area.

And there is a huge deep pit in the very center.

That was originally the place where the mother tree was buried.

When I got closer, I saw that the pit was full of bones of various shapes.

There are demon cultivators, human cultivators, ghost cultivators, devil cultivators, and spiritual cultivators, but the largest number are still human cultivators.

After all, this is the Northern Territory, where the human race is the largest.

Only when one has cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, will the bones in the body be tempered by the laws and transformed into spiritual bones.

Demon cultivators cultivate demon bones, while spiritual cultivators cultivate the original body. Although it is also called spiritual bones, in fact, what is strengthened is a part of the original body. Demon cultivators and ghost cultivators cultivate demon bones and ghost bones.

There are also people with extraordinary talents who have this bone before they reach the Nascent Soul stage. All races have it, but their numbers are rare.

There are densely packed bones in the pit in front of me.

Just a quick glance would reveal that there were at least hundreds of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands of Nascent Souls from all races were fed to the mother tree, not to mention those below the Nascent Soul stage who were unable to survive because their bones were not strong enough.

Even though the surroundings were filled with thunder and lightning power at this time.

But the gods inexplicably sensed a sense of resentment in this deep pit. It was the resentment of the dead creatures.

It was as if he could feel the resentment.

The calamity clouds in the sky began to dissipate. Although there was only a small piece of sky above, after a moment, light began to pour down from the empty space.

Golden skylight.

Falling on these bones that have been silent for who knows how many years.

The gentle, soothing golden light of heaven.

There are dots of gray appearing on the bones.

The resentment buried deep in the bones began to slowly emerge under the soothing of the golden light of the Heavenly Dao.

Among the onlookers, a Buddhist practitioner sat down on the spot.

He was silently chanting some scripture, as if trying to purify the resentment.

After a beginning, other gods also sat down cross-legged.

Each of them made hand gestures or chanted something, and had been dealing with monsters for hundreds of thousands of years. No matter which sect they belonged to, they all had some purification methods to a greater or lesser extent.

Countless spiritual lights rose from their bodies and fell on their bones.

The gray spots that appeared on it were purified, but new spots still appeared continuously.

It seems as if there is no way to purify it completely.

Yes, that's resentment that has accumulated for tens of thousands of years. How can it be purified in a short period of time?

All the monks who saw this scene knew it.

It will take a lot of time to purify all this resentment.

"Can we go in?"

Some cultivators spoke with concern and wanted to try to enter the range of the heavenly tribulation.

But as soon as he got closer, he felt as if he was locked in, and the terrifying pressure of the heavenly way came towards him.

The robbery cloud does not allow the monks to enter.

Many people have tried this, but none of them have been successful.

Such an outcome is enough to let all the monks know that they cannot participate in the purification.

"What should we do with the next thunderbolt?"

"The seniors have consumed too much spiritual energy here. How are they going to deal with the thunder that will come later?"

"Just wait and see. Heaven should have its own considerations."

There was no other choice but to look, so the monks could only look over there with a heavy heart.

The purification is still ongoing.

The thunder tribulation seemed to have sensed something and did not choose to fall at this time, but it also showed no signs of wanting to dissipate.

As if waiting for the purification to be completed.

This wait lasted more than three months.

The magic power consumed just for purification is not that much, not to mention that the golden light from the sky seems to be able to replenish spiritual power.

After at least three months, no one of the gods was seen to be exhausted, and they didn't even take a pill to replenish their spiritual power.

The energy in the whole body is always maintained at its peak.

This was what the surrounding monks could see, and this alone was enough to make them feel a little relieved.

However, the gods themselves felt more.

These golden lights that fall from the sky, in addition to replenishing the consumed spiritual energy, also silently convert spiritual power into elemental energy.

Yuanli is a higher level of power than spiritual power.

The cultivators in the spiritual world use Yuanli. Only by converting all of their spiritual power into Yuanli can they ascend to the spiritual world.

The falling lightning during the ascension calamity has the ability to catalyze the transformation.

Being able to switch ahead of time is naturally a good thing.

Of course, the most important thing is that from this behavior, we can see that the way of heaven has already made arrangements.

Realizing this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The movements of the hands are also more active.

It is for this reason that all the resentment that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years was able to be purified in just three months.

It was also the moment when the last trace of resentment was purified.

Dots of white light emerged from the bones, or from the bottom of the pit, and gathered in mid-air.

Hundreds of thousands of light points gathered together to form a white cloud.

That is the origin of life.

The mother tree fell, the resentment was purified, and the origins of the creatures that had fallen here finally began to gather.

Also at the same time.

An inky black crack appeared, and the breath of reincarnation spread from it.

As if attracted by this breath, countless white spots of light fell from the clouds and headed towards the crack.

The cloud became smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

The last point of light also fell into the crack.

The cracks disappear.

The breath of reincarnation also dissipated.

Then, several thick golden lights fell from the sky, landing directly on those gods and completely enveloping them.

This is the golden light of merit, the reward from heaven.

"Such a rich golden light of merit."

Seeing this scene, some monks couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

This was immediately taken up.

“The seniors deserve this reward.”

"Yes, if the mother tree is not removed, the entire world in the Dark Mist will be destroyed. It's just some golden light of the Heavenly Dao. The contribution of the predecessors is more than that."

"That makes sense."

"There should be other rewards from the Heavenly Dao, right?"

"There will definitely be."

Some also say:

"With these golden lights of merit, there will be no suspense in the future for the seniors to overcome the tribulation!"

"Yes, the golden light of merit can weaken the thunder of ascension."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"It must be a good thing. The seniors are willing to use the Ascension Thunder Tribulation to destroy the monsters. If they can't ascend because of this, wouldn't that be a pity?"

……

The onlookers were talking about it, but the gods who were already enveloped by the golden light of merit did not have so many thoughts.

Or maybe there is no time to think about these things.

When the breath of reincarnation disappeared, the calamity clouds in the sky seemed to finally remember the purpose of this trip.

The invisible secret of heaven locked them again.