National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Looking at the bark of the sacred tree that was winding for a hundred meters, the raised lines were slowly and strangely wriggling, as if countless tiny tentacles were hidden under the skin, ready to move and surging wantonly, which was creepy.

Su Mohui's heart rang with alarm, and she instinctively pressed the two burning objects at her waist. On one side was the "Zhuanxu Order," solemnly bestowed upon her by Emperor Zhuanxu; on the other, the mysterious Flame of Rebirth, sealed within the Netherworld Palace, was sealed. The two blazing heat radiated through her palms, seemingly counteracting the eerie aura surrounding her.

At this moment, several fragmented images flashed before her eyes without warning. That was...

This world recalled the horrific scene of the gods' fall ten years ago. Amidst the inky black starry sky, thousands of blood-red eyes suddenly opened, their gazes filled with icy coldness and deathly silence, carrying an aura of all-destruction. Then, the piercing roar of the sacred tree's roots erupted from the earth. The sound seemed to rip apart time and space, shattering everything in the world, leaving the very soul trembling.

These images pierced Su Mohui's nerves like a sharp knife. She faltered and staggered. Xiaoguang was quick to support her and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Su Mohui took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, "It's okay..." These fragments of memory were not accidental flashes, they must be inextricably linked to the strange sacred tree in front of her and the impending crisis.

When the two walked to the foot of the sacred tree, they looked up and saw that the crown of the sacred tree blocked out the sun, and the branches were thicker than they could imagine. The wriggling lines gathered at the bottom of the trunk, forming a huge, constantly changing vortex pattern.

But on the large altar beneath the sacred tree, only one person knelt respectfully, seemingly offering sacrifices to the sacred tree. From Su Mohui's perspective, she could clearly see that the shirtless boy's back was covered in dark red totems, and his long, fiery red hair was tied up high with a bone hairpin.

The shirtless young man stopped clasping his hands together when he noticed footsteps. He turned around and saw Su Mohui and Xiaoguang, with a hint of hesitation. He brushed his hair back, revealing the burn mark under his left eye. "Strangers...are you here to worship the sacred tree?"

At this time, Su Mohui also noticed that there was a winding scar on the boy's raised arm, which was exactly the same as the mark left on Suiren when he was burned by Zhurong's fire spirit. After thinking for a moment, she spoke her name.

"My name is Huo Yuan." The young man spoke, but his voice was hoarse like charcoal fire rolling over coarse pottery.

Hasn't he even been honored as Sui yet? Xiaoguang and Su Mohui exchanged glances, but the latter retracted his hand into his sleeve and pulled out a jade pendant with a human face and fish pattern. "Do you recognize this?"

"Sui Ming... Fire!" Huo Yuan's expression suddenly became excited. When he grabbed her wrist, his palm was surprisingly hot. "Are you... the people sent by the gods to save us?"

"If they were sent by the gods, why would they come only now..." A hint of hope flashed in his eyes, but the light quickly faded. "Three months ago, the roots of the sacred tree suddenly grew violently and swallowed up twelve night watchmen. They screamed in the tree hole for a full 90 days and nights. When they crawled out yesterday morning..."

As he spoke, he tore open the animal skin collar, and a blood-red crescent totem suddenly appeared on his chest. Hidden in the crescent were eight tentacle-like lines, which were wriggling under the skin.

"I'm the last night watchman, but it's okay. I don't know why, but after being hit that time, I'm still conscious."

As he finished speaking, the sacred tree let out a low roar. The sound seemed to come from the depths of the earth, carrying with it endless resentment and unwillingness.

Then, the sacred tree suddenly trembled violently, and the dark red rhizomes in the crown suddenly drooped down, carrying with them countless sharp aerial roots. Xiaoguang suddenly pounced on Su Mohui, and an aerial root brushed past her hair before exploding into a bloody mist in the air.

"I am the last Night's Watchman. Strangely enough, after suffering that fatal blow, I am still conscious." Huo Yuan's voice was hoarse. In this increasingly weird atmosphere, it carried a bit of relief for surviving the disaster, but also revealed an unspeakable loneliness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously silent sacred tree seemed to have triggered some mysterious switch, emitting a low and long roar from its roots. Huo Yuan raised his head and observed the changes in the sacred tree, a dark and unclear emotion flashing in his eyes.

The sound coming from the sacred tree seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the earth's crust, carrying with it endless resentment and unwillingness from the depths of the earth, dully hitting everything around it, making people's hearts tremble.

Immediately afterwards, the sacred tree began to tremble violently, as if shaken by an invisible force. Its thick branches twisted and swayed, and the dark red roots in its canopy drooped wildly like enraged giant pythons. Each root was densely covered with sharp aerial roots, waving in the air and emitting sharp whistling sounds.

At the critical moment, Xiaoguang, with his quick eyes and hands, leaped towards Su Mohui without hesitation. They both fell heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. Almost instantly, an aerial root brushed past Su Mohui's hair, narrowly missing her hair. Then, with a loud bang, it exploded in the air, dissolving into a sickening cloud of blood, its pungent stench filling the air.

Before they could recover, another crack emanated from the trunk, revealing a startling fissure. A thick, inky liquid gurgled out of the crack, like the tree's own blood. It was black and sticky, emitting a pungent, rancid odor. This was the legendary "blood and tears" of the sacred tree.

As blood and tears continued to flow, the surrounding space seemed to be rubbing and twisting as if by an invisible hand. The air seemed to be boiling, rippling. Then, countless illusory figures scrambled out from the cracks.

Their faces were twisted in pain, their mouths were wide open, and they let out shrill screams. The sound echoed in the air, making people shudder. It seemed that they were the wronged souls who had been trapped here for a long time and finally found an outlet to vent.

Xiaoguang reacted quickly. With a low shout, thirty-six silver threads instantly emerged from his robe, rapidly weaving and interweaving through the diffuse mist. In the blink of an eye, they formed a dense web of light, protecting him and Su Mohui. "Sister, look at the tree hole!" Xiaoguang shouted anxiously while maintaining the web of light.

Su Mohui looked in the direction he pointed, and through the constantly surging blood mist that seemed to be tangible, she saw a huge hole in the tree trunk that looked like a mouth.

Within the cave, half the remains of a statue lay embedded in a tree pith that resembled rotting flesh. Its once gilded face was now covered in anemone-like buds, which squirmed slightly in the eerie light. Upon closer inspection, the contours of its eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of the Taoist Beidou, who had sacrificed his life for his faith in this world ten years prior.