Spell Of Deification

Chapter Two: Crimson Acacia

Yun Xiaoqing glanced at him, a sudden wave of unease washing over her. She sighed softly and murmured, "If he knew about this, what would he think? Would he dislike it?"

As she spoke, she gently bit her lip, one hand unconsciously resting on her lower abdomen.

Yun Jian smiled and said, "Silly girl, don't worry, Black Wolf will be overjoyed."

Yun Xiaoqing looked somewhat anxious and asked Yun Jian, "Big brother, how did you know?"

Yun Jian chuckled and shook his head reassuringly, "You two grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Others might not understand, but don't you trust him yourself?

Besides, we cultivators steal the essence of heaven and earth to obtain supreme power, the price of which is difficulty in having children. This is especially true for those with higher cultivation levels.

You're already pregnant with his child, this is a joyous occasion, do you think Black Wolf would be angry?"

Yun Xiaoqing's eyes flickered slightly, a ripple seeming to spread across her bright, yet deep, eyes.

After a moment, she finally nodded emphatically, a smile returning to her face. "Big brother, you're right," she said.

Yun Jian laughed, affectionately patting Yun Xiaoqing's head. "Anyway, I'm just waiting for my nephew to be born.

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Father knows about this too."

"Ah!"

Yun Xiaoqing was startled, her face turning bright red with anger. "Big brother, how could you say such nonsense? I'm going to get a real scolding from Father now!"

Yun Jian chuckled. "Why would Father scold you? Let me tell you straight, he's very happy about this!"

Yun Xiaoqing's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

Yun Jian said, "Of course! Otherwise, why do you think the Black Wolf could not only enter the desolate valley, but even participate in the divine incantation ritual?"

...just... "Even if he possesses the ability to condense Soul Crystals, at this crucial final moment, it's acceptable to not let him participate."

Yun Xiaoqing said softly, "You mean, Father wants to..." Yun Jian continued with a smile, "That's because after learning he's about to have a grandson, he finally truly considers Black Wolf as family.

Our cultivation methods clash with the Divine Spell, so we can't approach the valley. Black Wolf, however, possesses the Soul-Burning Crystal vein, making him perfectly suited to the Divine Spell. If we don't strongly support our future son-in-law, who else should we support?"

Yun Xiaoqing's face lit up with joy, nodding repeatedly. Looking towards the dark valley, she gently clasped her hands together at her mouth and whispered a prayer: "May everything go smoothly, and may everyone return safely."

After speaking, she glanced around and suddenly saw something. She exclaimed "Ah!" as if in surprise.

Yun Jian looked over and saw Yun Xiaoqing walk to the side and pick something from a patch of wild grass.

Yun Jian examined it closely and saw it was a red flower. Yun Xiaoqing smiled broadly and said to Yun Jian, "Big brother, look, the mimosa flower is blooming!"

Yun Jian shrugged. The mimosa flower was just a common wildflower, found in the mountains and fields. It had no spiritual markings and wasn't a spiritual herb; it was useless to cultivators. So he said irritably, "It's just a wildflower, why are you making such a fuss?"

Yun Xiaoqing ignored him, simply smiling as she held the red mimosa flower in her palm, examining it closely. Then she smiled and said, "This flower is so beautiful; it must be a good omen."

A night breeze blew, and the bright red petals of the mimosa flower trembled slightly in her snow-white palm, as if whispering softly.

※※※ The Black Wolf entered the Misty Valley. At first, the path was a rugged trail nestled between two towering peaks, but as he ventured deeper, the path gradually widened.

Strangely, he hadn't lit a torch for light, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, yet he hadn't made a single mistake, seemingly intimately familiar with the terrain.

After traversing the narrow path leading into the valley, although the path ahead was still dim, the black wolf seemed to have adapted to the darkness, the ground appearing smoother beneath his feet.

This was the Desolate Valley. For some strange reason, this valley appeared ordinary, but in reality, no spiritual herbs could grow there. It was mostly filled with the most common wild grasses, weeds, and ordinary wildflowers like the mimosa tree.

Therefore, to cultivators of the world, this valley was desolate, hence its name, the Desolate Valley.

The black wolf continued forward and saw, in the very center of the valley, a fire burning!

In this scene, in the completely dark valley, that single fire stood out conspicuously.

He took a deep breath; in this deserted moment, he looked somewhat nervous, staring intently at that spot.

After a while, he exhaled softly, his face quickly regaining its composure, and strode towards the fire.

In the night, a strange aura seemed to permeate the deep valley, invisible yet omnipresent, causing those within it to feel their hearts race.

It seemed to be a feeling of awe and fear towards an unknown and terrifying power.

The fire was a campfire burning in the valley, but it wasn't fueled by firewood; instead, it burned strange things—bones, skin, stones, oddly shaped herbs, and, most bizarrely, large chunks—burning silently.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that strange spiritual patterns would occasionally appear on the eerie fuel as the flames flickered, radiating invisible yet powerful waves.

A large wooden plaque, about ten feet tall, stood around the campfire, just as the one Black Wolf had seen before, depicting a giant tree piercing through gods and demons.

Beside the campfire sat three old men. One, with a serene and almost otherworldly appearance, bore a resemblance to Yun Jian from before, and sat at the head of the table.

To his left sat a bald, stout old man with a single white eyebrow drooping down his cheek. To his right sat a thin, dark-skinned, and withered old man, his face almost entirely skin, giving him a somewhat frightening appearance.

Black Wolf approached the campfire, bowed to the three old men, and said, "Greetings, Elders."

The three men turned to look at him simultaneously. The serene old man and the stout old man nodded, but the thin, dark-skinned old man's face darkened. He suddenly sneered, "Yun Shou, what qualifications does this fellow under your command have to dare to be among the divine ranks?"