Chapter 899: Chapter 897: The Real and Fake Jin Miaolin
Jin Miaolin sat pale-faced in a carriage, the shackles on his body had been removed for so ti, but he still felt unaccustod, perhaps because he had been trapped for too long. His sea of divine consciousness had long been damaged, and his thoughts were not very coherent.
He had lived in that dark place for many years, periodically drained of blood, and only then would those people infuse him with so nutrients. Just like that, he had no idea how much ti had passed. He couldn’t even rember what his purpose was when he first left his holand.
Until recently, for so unknown reason, he was brought out, and when he first saw the sunlight, he almost went blind. After enduring excruciating pain for three days, and only after those people actually started feeding him, his body’s functions began to recover, and his life force was regulated, allowing him to gradually recuperate.
On this journey, his body gradually recovered, and at last he no longer felt the imminent threat of death; at least there was no need to die, right? What were those people planning to do with him? Jin Miaolin didn’t know. Although his sea of divine consciousness was damaged, the life force from his bloodline as a Tree Ancestor was still very pure. After the repairs over these days, he had gradually regained so strength, and aside from his sea of divine consciousness, everything else was in the process of recovery.
But was this really important to him? He had long accepted his fate, never daring to hope for anything more. He had forgotten what the purpose of his existence was. He even felt like he had lost his soul.
The destruction of the sea of divine consciousness was perhaps a blessing in disguise; at least he didn’t have to keep thinking, and the pain could be lessened.
A silver light flickered, and a figure appeared on the carriage without a sound, his arrival not even altering the weight of the carriage.
Jin Miaolin sat there, his gaze sowhat dull as he turned to the sudden appearance, without even making a sound. In fact, there wasn’t much point in making a noise, as the interior of the carriage was enveloped in a silver glow.
“What is your na,” a pleasant voice asked, sounding not only in the air but also inside his mind.
Jin Miaolin opened his mouth but didn’t respond. After all, he had long since lost his tongue. Those people had no need for him to speak.
Tang San frowned at the pale-faced, grim-eyed, zombie-like mber of the Blue Gold Tree Clan in front of him. He raised his hand to press it against Jin Miaolin’s shoulder, his divine consciousness also entering his body to sense his current state.
Decay! That was Tang San’s first impression. Yet amidst the decay, there was a massive and unending life force inside him. Tang San was not sure what those who captured him had done to him, but there was no doubt that Jin Miaolin had suffered inhuman abuses.
A surge of anger flashed through Tang San’s heart; it reminded him of humans who had been turned into slaves.
The destruction of the sea of divine consciousness was a major reason for the Blue Gold Tree Clan mber’s impaired thinking ability. The reason Tang San arrived so swiftly was that his divine consciousness had always been enveloping the city. Due to the aura of the Tree Ancestor, he could easily accomplish this. He had been waiting for the ergence of this aura, yes, the bloodline aura that originated from the Tree Ancestor, emanating from Jin Miaolin.
Although he couldn’t be sure yet if the Blue Gold Tree Clan mber in front of him was Jin Miaolin, what could be confird was that his bloodline power was undoubtedly a direct lineage of the Tree Ancestor.
Moreover, Jin Miaolin had six spikes on his back, indicating a Spirit King level of strength. The Jin Miaolin who left his holand years ago was indeed a Rank 10 Spirit King. Hence, the likelihood that he was the Blue Gold Tree Clan mber Tang San was searching for was quite high.
Divine Power, coupled with life force, flowed into Jin Miaolin, healing his injuries, especially repairing the sea of divine consciousness that had been damaged for years.
Soon, Tang San realized that the damage to Jin Miaolin’s sea of divine consciousness was too severe and had persisted for too long. If he had his God King level cultivation base from before, healing such a sea of divine consciousness would be no issue. But now, it was a major problem. Without sufficient ti, recovery was impossible.
“Brother, I think you might be Jin Miaolin. If you understand what I am saying, nod your head. I am the current Clan Leader of the Blue Gold Tree Tribe, and I will help you.” Tang San used his divine consciousness to barely connect to the huge rifts in Jin Miaolin’s sea of divine consciousness.
Jin Miaolin stared blankly at him, his mouth agape but no sound erging, yet he eventually nodded his head.
Such a familiar na! Jin Miaolin, is that ? Yes, it’s mine.
Tang San nodded slightly and sighed softly, “Co with .”
The next mont, Jin Miaolin’s body disappeared into thin air, enveloped by a silver halo.
After two teleportative leaps, when Tang San reappeared, he had already returned to the Jiali Mountains. Upon his return, he also dispelled his disguise, reverting to his original appearance.
The life aura in Golden Valley was still dense, but for the current Tang San, it was nothing significant, mainly because the life aura he had experienced in Jianmu City was overwhelmingly intense.
The Red Na girls had all gone to Jiali City to live. In the Golden Valley, only warriors from the Lion Tiger Tribe were guarding, and not many people were left. Many more powerful mbers of the Lion Tiger Tribe had also gone to Jiali City. After all, it was a more suitable place for living. Now, Jiali City could truly be said to be under Pretty Girl’s control, even if she didn’t manage affairs herself.
Jin Miaolin walked unsteadily, clearly not accustod to walking for a long ti. But upon arriving in Golden Valley, there appeared to be a bit more vitality in its eyes. The lush vegetation here made it feel very comfortable.
Tang San brought Jin Miaolin to a particularly enormous Golden Tree.
The Lion Tiger Tribe warriors guarding here had already noticed them, but their vigilance automatically dissipated when they saw that the visitor was Tang San.
Tang San nodded to them as a greeting and then stood with Jin Miaolin in front of the Golden Tree.
Jin Miaolin looked at Tang San, then at the Golden Tree in front of him, and his dull eyes suddenly overflowed with tears.
The Golden Tree, that was also a specialty of Jianmu City! Jin Miaolin was a vassal race of the Blue Golden Tree Clan, feeling the rich life aura and sensing its own life force gradually reviving, it seed to perceive sothing.
Tang San looked at it and said earnestly, “Jin Miaolin, listen to . Your sea of divine consciousness has been damaged, and it will take a long ti to recover. Moreover, it requires a very strong divine consciousness to do so. My divine consciousness is still insufficient, but when I achieve the status of Emperor, I will definitely help you repair your divine consciousness. Due to so special reasons, I need to leave you here to recover. I can assure you that I will not harm the Blue Gold Tree Tribe and will also help the Blue Gold Tree Tribe.”
Jin Miaolin gazed blankly at him, clearly not understanding what he ant.
Tang San sighed and patted its shoulder.
Finding Jin Miaolin ant that the last flaw in his identity as the Clan Leader of the Blue Gold Tree Tribe had been resolved. Let Jin Miaolin rest here for now; once he becos an Emperor, he would naturally send it back.
The final issue had been resolved. Now, it was ti for him to ascend to the Ancestral Court once again!
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I actually wrote this section over a long period. As the book enters the later stages, I have to lay so groundwork for the thrilling plot ahead. Since it is the Demon Monster Land, it would be biased to always write about the Monsters. The history of the Spirit Monsters tribe was sothing I had planned for a long ti. However, the part about impersonating the Blue Gold Tree Tribe was a burst of inspiration. Initially, I intended Tang San to join the martial contest for marriage as the Sea God, but it felt sowhat stretched. It wasn’t until I wrote this part about the Blue Gold Tree Tribe that everything fell into place naturally.
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