Chapter 999: The Metaphor of the Owl and the Eagle, the Problem of the Honeysuckle Tree

Jiang Yi's pace became very slow because he was visualizing the laws of the snow mountain.

Beside him, the Snow Maiden appeared, and he realized the frost-buried power of the snow-capped mountains, the eternal ice.

Shiranui was guarding on the side.

Arriving at the honeysuckle tree, Jiang Yi stopped and looked at the gray-black stump, the ominous red branches, and the butterfly-like blood-red leaves.

“We will rise again.”

"The dead tree has sent forth new branches, for harder times are about to come."

"The owl once warned the eagle these words."

The honeysuckle tree looked at Jiang Yi, conveying a distant and silent story.

It also conveys this prophecy that has been repeated for who knows how many years.

The eagle, which always overlooks the earth, has the arrogance of ruling the sky. The eagles do not listen to the owls' warnings, but laugh at their hysteria.

Birds that can only hunt in the dark are so cowardly and useless.

What else under heaven can compete with them?

Jiang Yi listened to the ancient's warning.

"I have never underestimated Gao Tian. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future..." He carries the ruins of civilization, carries the unwilling wishes, and possesses the powers of many demons. The stronger he is, the more he understands how terrifying Gao Tian is.

The eagles of the past saw the frost and snow that froze the mountains like spikes and shattered the trees that shaded the mountainous country. They also saw the darkness that flooded the continent like a tide and broke the branches where the birds of prey rested.

In the rampant malice, they fell along with the birds.

"So... the best!"

The red heart of the honeysuckle tree illuminates the snow crimson.

"The birds finally realized that the free sky could also be dyed pale and painted black by the icy wind and haze."

"The daytime is completely blocked, and the stars and moonlight at night are even less worth mentioning." The huge gray-black tree stump is like a blood-stained eye, and the red branches are like ominous bloodshot. The dark old eyes look at the gray sky of the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain.

"…the chicks huddled in their nests, waiting for the quiet and sad end."

"When there is no light, the owl galloping in the darkness becomes the master of the night."

When the truth cannot be told and history is controlled by the heavens, the only thing that can be believed in the world is the metaphorical fairy tale.

Jiang Yi was suddenly stunned.

If history is wrong, then the long river of time that you feel is also false. How can the rules of time be open to you?

No, no! Even if there are mistakes in history, it does not necessarily mean that we cannot understand time.

History is only a part of time.

He suppressed his distracting thoughts and continued to listen to the Honeysuckle Tree telling the true history.

"Much later..."

"The weak young eagle grew up peacefully, relying on the prey sent from nowhere."

"The sky finally cleared up a little. Although it was still covered with ice and snow, the ground had a little life... However, the young birds probably wouldn't understand who saved them."

Snow and wind blew across the valley, and the wind of time made people forget the eyes of the night owl that only glow in the darkest darkness.

Just as people once forgot the jewel-like beautiful dragon.

"The tree rings record everything it has witnessed with obscure lines. What do the tree rings look like when the forgotten things reappear?"

The tree's narration beyond words made Jiang Yi look at himself.

The tree rings have recorded the beginning. If history changes, the tree rings will also change and become smeared.

In the secret realm, the silver-white ancient trees guard the relics and treasures that are closest to the historical truth. Do they have the power to distinguish?

After all, it has the same origin as the World Tree on Earth.

"I understand." From the photographic memory of his eyes to the "photographic memory" of everything he experiences with all his senses, the true records, the annual rings on Jiang Yi's body record every moment.

Maybe sometimes consciousness will deceive itself, but his growth rings will not deceive him.

Although theoretically, his consciousness would not be affected by the history of this world, it was always good to have a backup plan.

Then the time is still correct.

The branches that once provided footholds for the birds of prey have grown again. Although they are stained with an ominous red... they are undoubtedly the memory of the honeysuckle tree, the memory of the past five hundred years, and the memory of the dragon.

Jiang Yi smiled, information flowed in his body, and ancient trees grew taller.

"memory……"

In the beginning, the honeysuckle tree gave away ancient memories, which were so vast and intertwined with the changes of time.

The mystery of the tree, the rules of the tree, the tree records information, and information is part of the tree.

Growth, and also withering.

Thus, the rules of wood were derived, and Jiang Yi took charge of the rules of tree.

The Wood Emperor Ju Mang in the ancestral orifice Kunlun became more and more lifelike. Among the twigs and tips of the entire human body world, countless branches grew, countless roots spread, and the vast vitality expanded silently.

Many elements and powers were reorganized by the tree.

Under the dark night of Guixu, the laws are like the roots of a tree reaching down and taking root in the tomb of the gods. The souls of the demon gods and their powers are like the nutrients of the tree.

The tree cannot digest everything, and will wither when faced with highly toxic nutrients, but Jiang Yi's body has a mysterious power that allows the tree to adapt to these different nutrients, ominous nutrients.

For example, seedlings planted in fresh water gradually adapt to the saltiness of sea water.

Within the roots, there grew densely packed golden veins and filtering nets that looked like the Universal Salvation Mantra, filtering out layer by layer the hatred of the remaining demons.

The birth of golden marrow began to accelerate.

Tough new branches grew on the tree, and the branches recorded the memories of the demon god. In each acupoint, the rules of space evolved, just like small secret realms attached to the tree and the earth veins.

Elements flowed between heaven and earth, and after being transformed by the Great Cavern Talisman, they filled the secret realm. A small silver-white tree and a small altar appeared in the secret realm.

The altar is to nourish oneself with all things, and then give back to all things.

Just like the ancient silver tree collects the original resin and gives out rewards.

This taking and giving is the unity of man and nature in the Tao of Immortality.

It is also the breathing of the tree.

Just like the sun shining on all things.

"The most spiritual branch..." The honeysuckle tree sighed as it felt the fledglings around it growing wings and the seedlings from another world gradually growing luxuriantly on its branches.

The trees are towering into the sky, how magnificent.

But the roots of trees beneath the earth are more magnificent than the branches that are above the ground. They are so huge that they take root in the netherworld and cover the mountains and the sea.

The nutrients required by trees are also huge.

But as long as it grows up, it will be enough to protect a country, a continent, and the world.

The roots in Jiang Yi's body grow towards the microscopic world, roll inward, and evolve into a world of one flower.

The essential origin of evolution that came from the beginning of the time travel seemed to be about to be touched.

A cluster of brilliance blooms on the honeysuckle tree.

"There is no direct connection, but perhaps because of... the protection and hunting in the quiet night, the isolated Red Eagle also bears the name of Night Owl."

"In the silence of the night, their calls convey secrets:"

The voice was low and echoed in Jiang Yi's heart.

“We will rise again.”

"The dead tree has sent forth new branches, for harder times are about to come."

"I give you... a new pair of wings."

"Among hundreds of birds, which one can fly high into the sky?"

"I have seen eagles in the blue sky and owls in the dark night. So... is there any other bird that knows how to hide better than an owl in the dark night and can fly higher than an eagle when flapping its wings?"

Black feathers with blue eyes grew out from the gray-white wings.

Snow Hidden Wings.

Jiang Yi looked at the Wings of Wind in the light and was surprised that the Honeysuckle Tree left this gift to him.

The wings turned into streams of light and flew into the body.

This is a treasure left behind by the birds of prey that once soared over this mountain.

Jiang Yi lowered his head and said, "Among the hundreds of birds, which one can fly high into the sky?"

"Knowing how to hide better than an owl in the night, and flying higher than an eagle?"

"Please wait a moment for the answer to this question."

He already had the answer, but it needed to be proven in some other way than just empty words.

Turning around, the wind and snow engulfed his figure again.

Only the tree waits silently.

……

"There is only one instructor position left in the Adventurer's Association. Let's give the task of training new members to Eula, who is most suitable for operating in the cold environment of the snowy mountains. Let everyone know her strengths." Paimon held up the thermos bottle to warm himself. "This is the best decision we have ever made."

"Yeah!" Ying nodded. "But I heard that they originally wanted to invite Fischl, but Fischl wasn't there, so they had to invite another adventurer, but the other one wasn't there either. So, they were short of manpower, so they had to ask the Knights of Favonius for help."

Paimon stroked his chin and said, "Didn't Fischl go to the secret realm with Bennett, Mona and the others? It's really worrying to see such a group of people adventuring together. The Adventurer's Association also said that they have passed the agreed time."

It’s complicated just to think about three such special people taking risks together.

They can’t all be trapped in the secret realm.

Ying could only pray: "I hope the astrologer didn't faint from hunger and could take Fischl and Bennett away from the disaster."

"But, Paimon, have you heard any strange sounds on the snowy mountains?" She looked up at the steep cliffs, and the howling wind and snow brought up a hazy snow mist.

"It does feel like someone is watching us..." Paimon couldn't help rubbing his arms. He felt a little nervous and was about to get goose bumps.

"A ghost on the snowy mountain?" Ying's voice made Paimeng shrink back in even greater fear.

"Don't tell horror stories! You know I'm most afraid of this kind of thing." Paimon stomped his feet.

"Are you coming to the snowy mountains?" A voice suddenly appeared, scaring Paimeng so much that he almost dropped the thermos bottle.

"Who, who, who? Do you know that Hu Tao, who catches ghosts in the Wangsheng Hall, is my friend? The Chunyang Taoist priest from the exorcist family is also my friend! The immortal disciple who kills demons is also my friend! And Jiang Yi, who is scarier than the evil spirit, is also my friend... I'm not afraid!" Paimeng closed his eyes and waved the jade slip, "If I shout for help, a bunch of people will come and make you, a scary little ghost, into a dish."

"That sounds terrible," the voice said. "Then shout for help!"

"Wow! Damn it! I shouted..." Paimon, who was relying on the power of others to bully others, trembled and was about to call for help.

"Albedo." Ying's voice brought Paimon back to his senses. "If Paimon shouts, it will cause an avalanche and bury us."

"It's okay, I can fly!" Albedo carefully considered the situation of the avalanche and responded calmly.

"Huh? Albedo?" Paimon suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Albedo who suddenly appeared and walked silently.