Absolute Destiny Game
Chapter 672 - 50 Power of Incense_2

Chapter 672: Chapter 50 Power of Incense_2

I discussed the matter with the elders in the village. Old Yang even commented on the plans regarding those demons, but the village chief seemed tempted.

In the end, the vote was six to five. Alas, it was still one vote short.

Yesterday, the stout men who went to Soul Suppressing Pass finally returned, only one came back, and he lost a leg. He said that the war over there was perilous, and many people had died.

Now they’re going to draft more men. Life is truly unbearable.

July 15th:

Yesterday, I dreamt of that old immortal. The old immortal told me to build a shrine for him, to offer incense, and in return, he naturally would ensure the village enjoys peace and good harvests. When I mentioned this to the people in the village, everyone thought it could be the arrival of our Immortal Fate.

Old Yang didn’t show up. That unlucky fellow actually died from a fall at Ye Luo. Could this be the will of heaven?

August 1st:

The mountain bandits came again, and after giving them several hundred kilos of grain, we managed to send them away. Now there’s not enough food in the village, and we can only survive by digging up more wild roots and vegetables, yet I have no clue how we’ll get through this winter.

I told the villagers about the Willow Tree God. Everyone was quite excited, and several elders even said that the old man probably became an immortal.

Only the village chief was still hesitant, but in the end, he gave in.

In just one day, we built the shrine. We worshiped sincerely, hoping it would be of some use.

August 4th:

It’s truly miraculous. Early this morning, that big willow tree bore many fruits. After eating one, I wasn’t hungry for the whole day.

Given how hard our days are now, who cares whether it’s demons or immortals, praying couldn’t be a bad thing; let’s just do it.

August 7th:

So many fruits, and they fill you up better than steamed buns.

August 9th:

There are even more fruits now; we’ve picked a lot and stored them in the cellar. Now we won’t starve to death.

August 27th:

A few days ago, the fruits on the tree disappeared. The old immortal visited me in a dream again, saying he was betrayed by his peers, stripped of his mana, and asked me to help him break free. In return, we’d have inexhaustible grain and endless wealth.

I talked to the people in the village about this, and everyone agreed. People in the village are starving to death, what use is there to keep that damn Seal.

Today is the day we break the Seal. I hope the Willow Tree God keeps his word...

The diary ends here.

Xiao Jie sighed when he read this, the whole story was clear to him now.

This place, Liushudi, is probably just like Ginkgo Village from before. Could that Willow Tree God be another version of the Ginkgo Fairy?

It’s just that Ginkgo Village is located in the valley, not afflicted by such disasters and tribulations, and he, as a player, didn’t heed the words of the Ginkgo Fairy.

Ultimately, he successfully thwarted its scheme.

As for Old Liu, it’s clear he had no other choice. With natural and human disasters, people unable to survive, the villagers had no choice but to gamble on a fleeting hope. Clearly, they lost.

The demon inside the willow tree had its Seal removed and even became an Earth-bound God due to the village’s incense offerings.

But the Willow Tree God is already dead, so why isn’t it over? Could there be roots still left underground?

Right, the Tree Demon Derivative! Xiao Jie suddenly remembered that a peculiar ginkgo tree had grown on the hills behind Ginkgo Village before; when chopped, it even bled.

Later, it was chopped down by them.

If it’s a Derivative, a part of the original, the system might not judge it as dead. Maybe there’s something similar here.

Xiao Jie was somewhat unsure, looking around him.

The rest had already cleared the village of Little Monsters and gathered together.

"How about it, Feng? Did you find any clues?"

"I’ve got some theories, but I’m not sure if they’re reliable. Let’s discuss them together," he said, and then recounted the contents of the diary.

Haoye Xinghe suddenly exclaimed, "Feng, I think I might know why."

"Oh, let’s hear it."

"A Divine being’s existence relies on the incense offered by faithful worshippers. The more incense there is, the stronger the Divine Power becomes. Besides empowering Divine beings, incense can also be stored in the avatars of the Divine—such as in Divine Images or temples.

Although the Willow Tree God is dead, its Power of Incense might not have completely vanished. As long as the incense remains, the Divine being won’t truly perish.

Waiting for it to dissipate naturally could take a very long time. For now, we just need to find the location of the Willow Tree God’s temple and destroy the Divine Image that stores its incense. That should completely eradicate it."

So that’s how it is. Xiao Jie thought this explanation made a lot of sense.

However, the location of the temple is not mentioned in the diary, and they didn’t find it when searching around the village earlier.

"Do you have any way to locate this temple?"

"I can perform a ritual to Summon a local spirit and ask."

"Alright, let’s do it."

Haoye Xinghe immediately began the ritual.

Holding up the Magic Wand, he started to sing and dance in place.

"When the sun sets in the west and the sky darkens, every household closes its doors. Please descend, Immortals, upon our invitation—and do not take offense at our plea.

I am a Shaman new to these rites, seeking a spirit to grant us peace. Reveal to us the temple of the Willow Tree God. Evil Gods and demons will come undone.

I have three taels of Silver to offer; don’t disdain my request, spirit. Come forth and hear my he yo hey yo hey yo hey!"

Xiao Jie and the others were used to the process of spell casting, but the newcomers were all fascinated, wondering what kind of Profession casts spells with such flair and flamboyance?

The incantation was a bit too lengthy, but it was fine since this wasn’t a combat situation. In battle, by the time you’d finish reciting such a long spell, the Yellow Flowers might well have withered away.

Yet, lo and behold, just as the Spell ended, a gust of cold wind arose from the plain, and the silhouette of an old man appeared before everyone.