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But at this moment, the son of the gods and Buddhas felt no pain at all; instead, he felt a deep sense of honor.

"Is this the law of survival in nature?"

Whether this is truly a law of survival remains uncertain. What is certain is that the power fluctuations of the divine child before them are extremely large. In a distant island nation across the ocean, the ginkgo leaves seem to yearn for stillness, yet the wind continues its relentless march.

Gusts of wind swept through the area.

Countless leaves have fallen from the entire ginkgo tree, and half of the tree trunk has begun to crack.

The abbot of the Daxiangguo Temple below could only shake his head helplessly upon seeing this situation.

"It seems this matter is already destined. Oh Buddha, let it be..."

Since things have come to this point, there's no other way but to proceed as usual and let things slowly unfold.

The son of the gods and Buddhas, who held the Vajra Iron Cudgel before them, had eyes filled with a vicious emotion.

But when he turned his head and looked at Li Xinxin, his gaze relaxed and was filled with tenderness.

This is the most natural outward expression of all the emotions that he himself has in mind.

At this moment, Chen Ziwen had completely controlled the Son of Gods and Buddhas. All the power in his body was imprisoned, and the Son of Gods and Buddhas was now no different from an ordinary person.

At this moment, Chen Ziwen dispersed all his divine sense, and then, along with the scriptures on his back, he packed them up and threw them into the heavens.

He stared intently at the son of the gods and Buddhas before him.

At that moment, a single tear of blood streamed from the corner of his eye.

The moment that drop of blood fell to the ground, the ground beneath it rippled slightly.

This is pure power.

Chen Ziwen waved his hand, turned his head, and then quickly left.

Christine, the indigenous girl behind him, also watched the scene closely. That one seemed to be able to purify everyone's heart. When Chen Ziwen looked at Li Xinxin in front of him, he shook his head and said.

"This is fate, this is his tribulation, he has to overcome it himself. It has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it. I miss your vegetables..."

Li Xinxin turned her head, glanced at the son of gods and Buddhas, and then left.

An'an Mitsui, the son of gods and Buddhas, stood quietly alone in the wind, watching Li Xinxin's departing figure.

My eyes were full of tears. This wasn't the first time this had happened, nor was it something that would happen in the future.

This is the ordeal he is going through. His heart is burning with desire, as if a certain desire is about to burst forth, but it is suppressed by someone, and blood is left on his tiger's mouth.

A small pool of blood droplets had formed underneath.

Then his lips turned white, his eyes became unfocused, and he seemed to collapse there, weak and powerless.

The son of the indigenous people couldn't care less about anything else at this moment, because he realized that Chen Ziwen was the very deity that the indigenous people had been searching for.

On the other side, Li Xinxin is the immortal person they have been searching for.

Now that the two people they had been searching for have been found, the indigenous people are about to take action.

Liu Bo walked over to the son of the gods and Buddhas, and draped a kasaya over him. The scriptures inside the kasaya began to slowly merge into his body, starting to heal his injuries.

During this time, the son of the gods and Buddhas looked up at the sky and suddenly a tear rolled down his cheek, washing away the rain that fell throughout the night.

He sat quietly cross-legged to the side, closed his eyes, and wrapped the kasaya around his body.

At this moment, the son of the gods and Buddhas lowered his head towards the half-moon in the sky and then closed his eyes.

His heart was filled with a multitude of emotions, as if countless flavors had been mixed together, all sorts of feelings mingling within him.

After Li Xinxin returned home, she made a bowl of vegetable noodles. It tasted as good as usual, but it lacked a bit of flavor. Chen Ziwen took a couple of bites and then put it down.

Then he looked at Li Xinxin and spoke.

"Xin Xin, are you still worried about him?"

Li Xinxin didn't hide anything. Her heart was already with Chen Ziwen, and she didn't want to conceal anything from him. In reality, she only felt a little guilty towards the son of gods and Buddhas. She nodded, sighed, and then spoke.

"After all, it started because of me, and it also ended because of me. I don't know what to do. I want to go see him..."

Chen Ziwen nodded after listening.

"I have to say, the vegetable noodles today were pretty good, but they tasted a little too sour to me."

When Li Xinxin saw this, she pursed her lips. This wasn't just sourness; it was clearly Chen Ziwen who was jealous. After returning, Li Xinxin went straight to the position of the Son of Gods and Buddhas.

As soon as Li Xinxin stepped out, Chen Ziwen sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him. He then instantly placed the vegetable noodles in front of him and said while eating the noodles.

"Come out quickly, stop hiding outside. No matter how much you hide, it won't help..." Hearing this...

A person emerged from the shadows; this person was Christine, the native son who had just come to prominence.

Christine stared intently at Chen Ziwen, her brows furrowed. She took two steps forward and then knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Then they used the highest level of indigenous worship, and sang celestial songs and various shamanistic ballads passed down by the indigenous people.

Then suddenly, next to him, there was a scene of shamanistic rituals and a wild bamboo island, which made Chen Ziwen frown deeply.

"Why is it always this thing? What is it doing? Get up now, or I'm calling security..."

Christine immediately stood up and looked at Chen Ziwen respectfully.

"God above, you are the faith of my indigenous people..."

Having learned Liu Santong's tricks again, Chen Ziwen's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared intently at his Tu ethnic nephew.

"You lot, can't you come up with something new? You claim to be a god today, and you talk about another god tomorrow. What are you trying to do? Alright, that's enough. Go back to where you came from and stop showing off here."

"This is an offering from the indigenous people to the gods."

Before he could finish speaking, the native son took out the Goddess's Heart from his bosom.