Every branch was like a sharp knife, and the sharp head of the branch and the copper bell that rang with just one touch completely blocked Chawenbin's path forward. In order not to hurt Chawenbin, Super specially gave him his military mountaineering gloves made from yak skin, which could withstand ordinary dagger cuts, while on his feet were only ordinary cloth shoes that had already been worn out and torn in many places, and he also tore two strips of cloth to tie them up tightly.

  Everyone held their breath, watching him take the first step. Cha Wenbin tried it out and found that it was okay, at least it wouldn't break, carefully avoiding the copper bell on top, he grabbed onto the second layer of branches. The branches here were much thinner and shorter than those on the first layer, making him look like a person climbing a tree. The bag behind him kept sliding forward from time to time, after several attempts, Cha Wenbin was already sweating profusely, this seemingly simple step, turned out to be so difficult to take.

  At last he reached the top layer, and surprisingly, this layer of branches was not solid! From the trunk, separate branches stretched out, and on these short branches were small circles with hollow flower patterns and buds. On each bud perched a small bird with its head held high and tail raised. Although the bronze was strong enough, its toughness was extremely poor. With such force, could it withstand the power of one person? Cha Wenbin really didn't dare to guarantee it. This distance of over a meter might be equivalent to crossing five thousand years, or perhaps even traversing the three realms of heaven, earth, and man. Was Cha Wenbin willing to take this risk? No, it wasn't that he was unwilling, but rather he had no right to undertake it. Everything here belonged to history, belonged to the only divine relic left in this world from that era!

  Cha Wenbin returned to the ground and explained the situation at the top. Old Wang also felt that going up wasn't a good idea, lest they become the second generation of descendants and trample on other branches. Just then, Chaozi reminded everyone with one sentence: "If there was a ladder, it would be easy."

  Zha Wenbin was suddenly awakened by a word, and he slapped his thigh: "There's a way, let's set up a human ladder. In this way, Zhuo Xiong, you can also call that brother from below to come up, he has great strength."

  Zhuo Xiong shouted, and the stout-faced man hurried over, humming. Cha Wenbin gathered a few people together and said: "Wait a minute, this brother and Chaozi will stand at the bottom as a stepping stone, because you two have great strength and stable steps."

  Heng Rou and Chao Zi nodded in agreement, then Cha Wenbin continued: "I and Zhuo Xiong will stand on the shoulders of you two. The one with the lightest weight is Leng Jie. Let's let her go up first to take a look. If she can't even stand on it, then we don't need to try anymore. After Leng Jie goes up, see if there really is a broken point. If there is, then there must be a place to put the bronze wheel. As long as we confirm that it can indeed be restored, we'll think of a way."

  "Coldly and timidly, he said: 'Can I do it?'"

  "Hey girl, you're always so capable, what's wrong with you now?"

  She calmly pouted her small mouth: "Fart, Auntie, when have I ever been afraid of anything? It's just that this matter is too important, Wenbin brother I..."

  Zha Wenbin naturally understood her meaning, but still said: "If it really doesn't work out, then we won't force it."

  Seeing Cha Wenbin's hopeful eyes, Leng Yiran suddenly gained courage: "Then I'll give it a try!"

  "Alright, remember, whatever you do, don't touch that bell!"

  According to the previously designed plan, the second layer of the human ladder was already set up. With Lao Wang's help, Rong Yiran stood on Cha Wenbin and Zhuo Xiong's arms, trembling slightly, and then slowly climbed onto their shoulders. Climbing up wasn't difficult, but standing steady was. Especially with this kind of human ladder, its structure would inevitably have a slight swaying motion, making it even more challenging for an untrained girl to climb on top.

  Leng Yiran was on top, and after several attempts, she still didn't succeed. Zhuo Xiong and Cha Wenbin both felt the feet that were trembling uncontrollably on their shoulders. Cha Wenbin encouraged her, "It's okay, Leng, don't be afraid, we've got you, we won't let you fall, Old Wang is below to catch you, try standing up."

  "I'm afraid..."

  Chaozi shouted from below: "Auntie, are you still afraid? You've already climbed onto the men's heads to show off your authority, what else are you afraid of?"

  Hey, with just that one shout, Leng Yuran somehow found the courage from who-knows-where, closed her eyes and suddenly stood up. When she opened them again, the top of the Divine Tree had already appeared in her line of sight. The top of this bronze tree indeed had a doorway!

  "How is it up there?" Cha Wenbin asked, supporting her calf.

  Her hands had already been placed on the top of the divine tree, and her body was completely stable, so she replied: "I see a small hole on the top of the tree!"

  Cave? This was something that Cha Wenbin hadn't thought of. He freed up one hand, reached into the Qiankun bag, and pulled out the tree branch that Wang Yue had given him. Slowly, he handed it over: "Leng girl, try inserting this branch into that cave."

  After taking it over, according to Cha Wenbin's instructions, she carefully put the branch into the hole. The two seemed to have an attractive force, and they stuck together instantly. Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound began to come from above, and rocks started falling like rain. Leng Yiran saw such a sudden change, her body didn't stand firm, and she stumbled onto the divine tree. The entire tree trunk shook violently, and then she fell down. Fortunately, Old Wang caught her in time and held her in his arms.

  Before they even landed, a pleasant copper bell sound "ding, ding, ding..." suddenly rang out. "Not good!", Cha Wenbin shouted.

  The Fuso divine tree, which had been silent for three thousand years, finally played its own melody again. A gust of wind blew by, and the copper bell was like an excited child, constantly waving its arms. Perhaps it was too lonely, or perhaps that unknown dynasty was finally reopened. Cha Wenbin looked up to see that a round hole had collapsed at the top of the divine tree, and a ray of light pierced through the mountain body to reach the ground!

  "Sun Wheel!" Cha Wenbin looked at the wheel-shaped object in his hand, which should be perfectly inlaid in that hole, regardless of its size or shape. "I finally understand, this Sun Wheel's position is exactly the only passage for sunlight to shine through, so it represents the sun of the wheel value, and the descendants of that year must have shot down the other nine days from here through this heavenly eye!"

  When Cha Wenbin and the crowd were excited about this new discovery, danger had already arrived unexpectedly. Just as Cha Wenbin and Zhuo Xiong were about to jump down from the ladder, Wang Yue was holding a gleaming Tongzi Qie and had quietly killed his way over, unnoticed by anyone. Everyone's attention was focused on the divine tree, but they had all forgotten about him!

  "Ah! Die!" Mochizuki Ichi shouted, and Douzi Qie brought a sky full of murderous aura to slash directly at Zhang Wenbin's back.

  "Be careful!", a cold and calm voice shouted from the ground, "Plop", Zhang Wenbin only felt a chill behind him, turned around to see, Leng Yiran had slowly fallen down.

  "Ah!" Chaozi rushed towards Wangyue like a madman, the two of them embracing each other as they rolled down the stairs. In the process, Chaozi didn't protect his own body at all, instead using his fists to hit Wangyue's body wherever he could. Nearby, Zhuo Xiong and Heng Roumian quickly rushed downstairs with their daggers drawn.

  On the altar, Cha Wenbin held her with a cold expression. His hands were on her back, and blood was gushing out like a fountain, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Cold Yiran's pretty face turned from pink to pale, and the large beads of sweat on her forehead told him how much pain she was in.

  Cha Wenbin's hands trembled helplessly, tears falling like pearls, and a hundred spells flashed through his mind, as if none of them could cope with this injury. His daughter had left him in the same way, and now this little demon who always called him Brother Wenbin was going to leave him too? "No!" Cha Wenbin let out a long cry to the heavens, his voice lingering in the valley for a long time.

  Underfoot, it was an altar. When the cold blood dripped into those bronze basins with a "drip-drip" sound, not far away, there was a loud "crack". On the originally empty ground, a huge gap suddenly cracked open. The stones on both sides sank rapidly like stacked wood, and a staircase leading to the bottom of the earth appeared out of thin air.

  Old Wang looked at this sudden change and shouted: "Wen Bin, blood sacrifice! It's a blood sacrifice!"

  Zha Wenbin held back his tears and looked up to see a familiar voice coming from the stairs below: "Guo Guo!"

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