Witch Temple.
A lump of earth protrudes from the ground, and a head emerges.
Yang Xuan looked around and saw that the strange pig he was desperately chasing had finally disappeared.
"This guy is so vindictive, he has been chasing me for a whole year!"
Since entering the Witch Temple, I have encountered too many strange monsters. A few of them have been recorded in the classics, such as Chongming, Feiyi, and Suzaku.
Ancient alien species are also spread in Dongsheng Shenzhou.
There are even more that are beyond recognition, a giant eagle with a cry of a baby, a strange cow with one leg that spits thunder, a strange bird with three heads and six tails...
Yang Xuan tried to communicate, but it turned out that the beasts, whose strength was comparable to that of the Demon King and Demon Emperor, did not have any intelligence and only relied on their natural instincts to cultivate and hunt.
A year ago, Yang Xuan killed a small green-skinned wild boar with four teeth. However, his parents found him before he could eat it, and he had to escape for a whole year before getting rid of it.
"We'll be at the bottom of the mountain soon!"
Yang Xuan looked at the nearby mountain peaks and couldn't help but marvel at how huge the Witch Temple was. It spanned thousands of miles, like a small world.
"The witch god is comparable to the true immortals in the upper world. Do immortals have such great magical powers to mediate creation?"
Concentrating his mind, Yang Xuan hurried on quietly, carefully avoiding strange beasts, and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain a month later.
Looking up at the peak that reaches straight into the sky, it is like a pillar connecting heaven and earth, immortality and mortals. I don’t know how high it is, and I don’t know where it will end.
There are steps on the side of the Tianzhu, one step at a time, obviously not for people.
Yang Xuan stepped forward and suddenly felt an extra pressure on his body. After careful sensing, he found that the pressure was equal to his weight.
One more step and the pressure doubles.
After climbing more than a hundred steps in a row, I gained exactly a hundred times more weight.
"Is this a test? Each level doubles the weight. If there are 100,000 levels, adding tens of millions of kilograms of weight, then the only thing left is physical training."
"Sure enough, the witch clan values physical fitness!"
Yang Xuan's face was filled with joy. He couldn't figure out how his senior brother from the outside world could affect the selection within the Shaman Temple. After all, he still had to strive for self-improvement.
The steps up front are brisk, but start to slow down after reaching 10,000 steps.
After reaching 100,000 steps, Yang Xuan stopped every step. He had to rest for a long time after walking up to 100 steps. He could not reach 10,000 steps in a month.
"The test of the Witch God is indeed not easy. After walking a hundred thousand steps, I still can't see the end of the Tianzhu!"
Yang Xuan looked down and behind him, and saw that the depths were bottomless. Standing at a height of 100,000 feet and looking far into the distance, a small half of the Witch Temple came into view.
"There are actually undulating mountains, not a complete plain."
After looking at it for a long time, Yang Xuan looked puzzled. He always felt that there was something familiar about the Witch Temple.
"Could it be influenced by the inherited memory?"
After resting for half a day, he continued to climb up. The endless steps were like the boundless heaven waiting for Yang Xuan to explore.
There is no night in the Witch Temple for ten days.
Yang Xuan didn't know how long he had been climbing, maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years...
As the height increases, the pressure becomes heavier, like carrying a mountain on your back to climb the stairs, and you must do your best every step of the way.
"One hundred and fifty thousand……"
"How many years have passed? It's not over yet!"
"Level 221,542..."
"Is this mountain endless, so it's not the inheritance of the Witch God?"
"Three hundred thousand levels! I can't climb anymore. Why don't you give up? No one will get this inheritance..."
"..."
Yang Xuan was already tired and in a daze. He began to doubt his life. He even planned to ask his senior brother to rescue his parents and then take care of his inheritance of the witch god.
This day.
I don't know the exact age, but Yang Xuan was hunched on the steps, sweating profusely and panting.
After resting for half a month, I finally withstood the pressure of several mountain peaks. I was about to climb another level when suddenly the pressure on my back suddenly disappeared.
Yang Xuan suddenly lost his balance, his steps were disordered, and he rolled down.
It stopped after dozens of steps.
"The pressure is gone? Could it be that someone else climbed to the top?"
Yang Xuan looked frustrated, recalling that since his birth, he had never faced any difficulties relying on his natural power. Now that he had entered the Witch Temple earlier, he had lost so completely.
Buzz!
The spiritual light ahead shone, forming a portal.
Yang Xuan tried to step into it, but he felt like the world was spinning. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was standing on the top of the mountain.
The top of the mountain is a platform with a radius of several hundred feet. Yang Xuan looked around and found eight steps leading to this place.
"It seems that I made the right choice. No matter which direction I enter the Witch Temple, I can reach the top of the mountain. But why is it just me and everyone else?"
Yang Xuan was looking doubtful, and a simple altar rose in the middle of the platform, with a red heart enshrined on it.
The fist-sized heart floated in the air, constantly contracting and expanding. It turned out to be a living creature separated from the physical body, making loud banging, drumming, and thundering sounds.
The moment the heart appeared, a stream of information was transmitted into Yang Xuan's mind.
"The top 100 people climbing the stairs will open the portal on the top of the mountain and gain the qualification to compete for inheritance. The winner will merge with the heart of the witch god and transform into a witch clan..."
Yang Xuan looked at the empty platform, where he was all alone.
"Top 100? Could it be that I am the only one in the Witch Temple?"
At this time, Yang Xuan thought back to his senior brother's promise and suddenly realized that no wonder he could be guaranteed to win, as long as there were only one contestant!
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Yang Xuan bowed to the void, walked slowly to the altar, and reached out to grab the heart of the witch god.
Bang bang bang!
As soon as he touched it, Yang Xuan's heart beat violently, and the beating frequency of the two hearts was synchronized.
After more than half an hour, no contestants bothered Yang Xuan. The Heart of the Witch God officially recognized its master, turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Yang Xuan's chest, and the two hearts quickly merged.
Yang Xuan jumped onto the altar, sat cross-legged, and felt the red gold blood spurting out of his heart.
The Witch God's blood constantly replaced his own blood, replacing rather than merging. Yang Xuan's own blood separated from his pores, and his whole body was wrapped in black and red blood scabs.
I do not know how long it has been.
Yang Xuan circulated the energy and blood in his body, turning it completely into gold. Wherever the blood flowed, he continued to strengthen his physical body.
There are more complex memories in the spiritual consciousness, which come from the inheritance of the Jumang shaman clan.
There are spells that can be cast from thousands of miles away, there are weird and mysterious life-saving witchcraft, there are also innate magical powers that can ripen elixirs, and even more, there are combat skills that move and exert power!
Yang Xuan stood on the altar, circulated his energy and blood, and punched the sky.
Rumble…
Waves of thunder sounded, and the clouds in the sky turned into circles of ripples from the center to the surrounding areas.
"This kind of power is enough to collapse the mountain, and it is not weaker than Dao Lord Nascent Soul. Now, only the witch blood has been replaced. In the future, there will be bone replacement and flesh change, so that I can completely transform into a witch clan!"
With the inheritance in hand, Yang Xuan began to look for a way out.
There is no telling the time in the witch temple. If it took hundreds of years to climb the steps, my parents would have passed their lifespan after leaving.
According to the inherited memory, Yang Xuan searched for a long time, but there was no trace of witchcraft marks on the entire mountaintop platform, and finally looked at the altar dedicated to the Heart of the Witch God.
After spinning around a few times, he folded his arms and pulled out the altar with violent force.
A deep cave was exposed under the altar, with no bottom visible. Yang Xuan frowned slightly, and suddenly thought of the shortcomings of the Wu clan.
"The witch clan's first priority is the physical body, and the second priority is witchcraft. The only thing they don't cultivate is the soul..."
"This cave is only covered by the altar. Another foundation-building monk would be able to find it by scanning it with his spiritual sense. However, I searched for a long time and had to gamble on my luck before I could open it!"
"Isn't he just a pure barbarian who doesn't let others plot his death during a fight?"
Yang Xuan sighed, even if he knew there was such a flaw, he had no choice. The lack of spiritual roots had blocked the way to practice immortality.
The witch clan does not need spiritual roots. The innate magical powers come from the ancestral witches, which are somewhat similar to the methods inherited by the demon clan.
Jump into the cave,
The wind blew in his ears, and the falling speed became faster and faster. Yang Xuan felt that he had been falling for a long time, and the hole above his head was already submerged in darkness.
boom!
There was a loud noise and it fell to the bottom of the cave.
Yang Xuan's whole body fell more than ten feet into the ground. He shook his head to regain consciousness. He climbed out of the pit and looked up to see a hundred-foot-tall statue standing in front of him.
Bird body, human face.
The hands protruding from under the bird's wings hold a green branch in one hand and hold the sun in the other.
The sun emits dazzling light, shining brilliantly and brightly on the bottom of the cave that is unknown how deep it is.
"Meet the Witch God!"
Yang Xuan merged with the heart of the Witch God and immediately recognized the origin of the statue. It was the builder of the Witch Temple.
Jumang clan, ancestral punishment.
In the inherited memory, all witch clans have the same surname of "Witch". Only great witches and above will have a unique name based on their skills, experience, position, etc.
For example, the witch god in front of him has been in charge of the legal punishments of the Jumang clan since his ancestors, so he changed his name to Zu Xing after he broke through the great witchcraft.
After three prostrations and nine prostrations, Yang Xuan was about to stand up when he suddenly felt immeasurable pressure.
Buzz!
The sun in the hand of the witch god statue slowly rose and fell into the center of the statue's brow. The bluestone sculpture of the shaman god's face slowly becomes soft and vivid, until it completely transforms into a human face.
"You finally came!"
Yang Xuan's mind was spinning and he said, "Senior, are you the witch god Ancestral Xing?"
"I am a wisp of Zu Xing's obsession, sealed in the essence and blood, and I have survived to this day. "
The statue asked, "What year is it now?"
Yang Xuan replied: "The history of heaven and earth has lasted for more than two thousand years. I can't calculate the specific year."
The statue said, "What is the Celestial Calendar?"
"..."
Yang Xuan was helpless. For this old antique that had been sealed for who knows how many years, he could only explain from the beginning the way of incense and fire, the God of Heaven, and briefly talked about the changes in the Divine Continent in the past two thousand years.
"Shinto……"
The statue frowned slightly, and then asked, "Do you know about Butian Sect and Jietian Sect?"
"Of course, that is the second of the three immortal sects in the world."
Yang Xuan lives with his parents and is friends with the demons of Qingyun Mountain. He has a very clear understanding of the Divine Continent. "However, hundreds of years ago, the three religions ascended to immortality, and the human world was completely dominated by heaven."
"Hahaha, the Butian Sect has been plotting and scheming, but in the end they are just making wedding clothes for others!"
The statue let out a rumble of laughter and said, "Little baby, don't believe in the theory of ascension. It's just people who betrayed their ancestors and smuggled to another world!"
"Stowaway? Another world?"
Yang Xuan looked confused. At his current level, ascending was too far away.
"Those guys who are successful in spiritual practice have swallowed a huge amount of spiritual objects, refined infinite spiritual energy, harmed the world to replenish themselves, and then went to the so-called fairy world. What else is it if they don't stow away?"
The statue's eyes were dim, as if recalling the past, and it was silent for a long time before speaking.
"This world originally only had the Witch Clan and the Monster Clan. The ancient witches whose realm could break through the Witch God were equivalent to the Immortal Golden Immortal. Until the two clans of Lich and Monster fought with each other, the pillar of heaven collapsed, and a hole appeared in the world barrier... …”
Yang Xuan said, "Is it a leak from the sky that caused the Butian Sect to suppress the seal?"
"Heaven leak?"
The statue nodded slightly and said, "This name is very appropriate. There is indeed a loophole in the world. Practitioners from other worlds can easily get in."
"When the Sky Leak first appeared, its impact was not great. Occasionally, a few outside visitors would either be beaten to death or thrown back into the endless void."
"Until the Patriarch of the Butian Sect discovered Tianlu, he spent tens of thousands of years making friends with the two races. In the name of trading between the two worlds, he established a market near Tianlu, and then slowly evolved into a branch of the Butian Sect. !」
Yang Xuan frowned and said, "Could it be that the founder of Butian Sect is the Golden Immortal?"
"That guy's Taoist name is Hunyuan, what a bullshit Golden Immortal, he's just a bastard and a shameless person..."
The statue mentions Patriarch Butian
, with a distorted face, obviously extremely angry: "After Hunyuan established a firm foothold, he began to secretly bring humans over and put them in the Jueling Sea to thrive."
"After this matter was exposed, the guy licked his face and said that the fairy world was overpopulated and he couldn't kill wantonly. He prayed that the ancestors of the two races would show mercy and create immeasurable merit!"
"So far, one wrong step, one wrong step after another, and the human race has begun to appear in this world!"
Yang Xuan said: "The strength of the ancestors of the two races is comparable to that of the Golden Immortal. Even if there are some human races, it will not affect the overall situation, right?"
"The two tribes of witches and demons have been fighting for hundreds of millions of years, and the blood feud between them has become irreconcilable. Hunyuan's instigation caused a melee between the two tribes, until the ancestors of the two tribes collapsed and destroyed a continent!"
The statue sighed, "Immeasurable karma fell, and the body died on the spot. The ancestors of the two tribes were gone. Hunyuan fell out on the spot and ordered the Butian Sect to continuously bring the human race over and occupy the blessed land of Lingshan for cultivation!"
Yang Xuan shrugged, not thinking that Patriarch Hunyuan had done anything wrong, or that there was no right or wrong in the racial conflict, or that his own thinking was in the human race.
"So, the human race later became the ruler of this world?"
"It's not that simple. Hunyuan's master is too powerful to completely pass through the sky leakage. He can only lower his avatar and command his disciples to attack the city and seize the territory."
"After the top leaders of the two tribes found out, they put aside their blood feud for the time being and joined forces to resist the Butian Sect!"
"Even though the ancestors died, there are still many demons and shamans from both tribes sitting here. They also occupy the right location and people, and they quickly defeated the Butian Sect..."
The statue slowly told about the ancient legend that happened in an extremely distant era and was even lost to records.
"Seeing this situation, Hunyuan also found helpers from the outside world. First, the Jietian Sect came in through the sky, and then Buddhism and even the all-pervasive Demonic Sect came in."
"Alone, these forces are no weaker than the two Lich clans, and together they are even more invincible!"
The statue said with hatred, "Seeing that my home is being taken over by others, I and several shamans and gods went to the demon clan to discuss completely destroying the Tianzhu, cutting off the spiritual veins, and dispersing the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth."
"Those immortal monks rely on spiritual energy to practice. Once this world becomes a spiritual place, the Golden Immortal will be helpless. "
"In this way, we first expel the foreign enemies, and then find a way to seal the sky leakage and isolate the stowaways from the outside world. We can barely call it a victory. Who would have thought that those demons and immortals are so greedy for life and fear of death that they promised the Witch Clan on the surface, but secretly joined forces with the foreign enemies! "
"Under attack from both inside and outside, the Witch Clan was finally destroyed!"
When the idol mentions the demon clan, it hates them more than the Butian Sect and the Jietian Sect. Obviously, the concubine is always more hateful than the enemy.
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