In Hanling City and Lingkuang Mountains
In the dark mountain stream, an exquisite witch sword emitting rich blue light was suspended in the black curtain. After a moment, the blue light converged, and the exquisite witch sword flew out and turned into a ray of white light, which plunged into the deep valley below. The entire dark mountain stream changed again. Must be silent.
After a while, a familiar and old figure slowly emerged in the dark void: it was the Hunyuan Taizu who had been integrated into the exquisite witch sword before. However, now Hunyuan Taizu's soul seems to be almost completely transparent, and it will only dissipate in a moment. Taizu Hunyuan looked down at the abyss into which Qiye fell, with a look of surprise on his face.
The blood spit out by Qiye just now was able to reactivate the quality of the weapon. How could the blood of an ordinary human child have such a miraculous effect? That is the legendary "blood refinement" that can only be achieved with the blood of that mysterious race!
And only that mysterious race in this world has such blood, and that race has been extinct since ancient times, so the race's blood should have been cut off long ago. But why Qiye's blood... A series of puzzling questions flashed through Taizu Hunyuan's mind.
"Seven nights, seven nights..." After thinking hard to no avail, Taizu Hunyuan lowered his head slightly and kept thinking silently in his mouth. Suddenly he suddenly said as if he had an epiphany:
"Perhaps he is really the orphan of that race. If so, it is really God's will! If my disciple grows up smoothly in the future, it will be enough to eclipse the world. Wu Jue, Wu Jue... I didn't expect that you were so despicable and shameless that you sealed me away. In this regard, I was able to accept this disciple. I am truly worthy of God! Hahahaha..." Taizu Hunyuan felt relieved and couldn't help laughing. That loud and resonant laughter wiped away all the resentments buried in my heart for thousands of years. The laughter echoed in the dark mountain stream for a long time, and then the space fell silent again.
Rumor: Before ancient times, there was a race named after numbers. At that time, it was commonly known as Wanzu by other races. As the name suggests, the population of this race is less than 10,000, perhaps less than the number of villages and towns affiliated with a county today.
Wan Clan does not belong to the human race, but its appearance is similar to humans, except that its eyes are of different colors, its silver hair is demonic, and its back has no wings but it can fly in the air.
Asking about the origin: all races have no connection with immortals, no connection with demons, and no connection with beasts. Like a group of races that exist outside of all things, mysterious and ancient.
But if another name of this race is mentioned, its former reputation will far exceed that of any current empire at the peak of its strength. That empire has never been forgotten due to the passage of time in the long river of time. It is full of infinite legends and imaginations, which is fascinating. His expression changed when he heard about it, and he talked about the terrifying mysterious race: the ancient undead!
The ancient undead race inherits the true undead bloodline. As long as they are not killed, their lifespan will be eternal. However, not everyone among the undead has immortal blood. Only through continuous soul tempering and forging can the immortal blood in the body be truly activated. But this process requires taking great risks and unspeakable pain in order to gain any possibility of success.
Although the number of undead is only ten thousand, they have amazing talents and the most terrifying strength. With talents comparable to those of gods, the undead have adapted the inherited laws of countless races over the course of time, causing the horror of countless foreign races.
Eventually, at the end of ancient times, millions of foreigners were afraid of the threat of the undead's strength and madly massacred the undead in order to seize the blood of the undead, resulting in the complete destruction of the entire ancient undead race. But no one can be sure that during the siege by millions of heroes that shocked the ancient times, whether one or two immortal bloodline escaped by chance and were spared?
The stars are passing by, and all things are destroyed. The events of ancient times have become little-known due to the thousand-year war that followed, and the countless legends have become stories that are talked about and laughed at. Naturally, the rumors of the ancient undead have been erased from the memories of countless races, and they seem to have become existences that have never been born.
There is no historical record of how the undead were born. It is just rumored that at the beginning of chaos, when the stars in the nine heavens were shining brightly, and when the wisdom of all things emerged, the ancient continent, whose territory spanned the stars, gave birth to millions of races.
Among such heroes fighting for control and conquest, there is a weak clan with an almost negligible size: the Wan clan. They do not have the strong and solid body and indestructible fangs of the Orc clan, the rapid speed of thousands of miles of lightning of the Wing clan, and do not have the demonic clan. The fighting power of the powerful clan is even less powerful than the powerful divine power of the gods. But in the midst of such cruel and merciless racial engulfment, the races as weak as ants actually exerted their species intelligence to the extreme:
They cleverly devoured "the Immortal Red Spirit, one of the ten ancient divine flames" that represents eternity, and not only cultivated the immortal bloodline, but also defrauded the gods to obtain the treasure of spiritual wisdom inherited from the gods - the "Code of the Origin of Heavenly Objects". Thus opening the divine domain talent. As for the method by which the Ten Thousand Clans defrauded the Gods' treasures, no one will know in later generations, and this has become an indelible and shameful secret for the Gods.
Although the ancient undead were once so glorious, they perished so quickly. No one dares to imagine that if the ancient undead tribe could be inherited from ancient times, ancient wars, ancient times, and the last ancient times to the present day, what kind of terrifying situation their strength would reach! I am afraid that even the Gods and Demons will bow their heads. Just thinking about this makes people stand in awe with a cold glow all over their bodies. If he could activate his ancient immortal bloodline in the next seven nights, Hunyuan Taizu would never dare to imagine the peak he would reach.
But compared to all the brilliance in the future, Qiye today has just started spiritual practice. There are still countless long thorns to overcome. If you are discouraged, even if you are extremely talented and have countless treasures, it will be difficult to become a king.
In the spiritual path, only perseverance can reach the top. But before having unrivaled strength, it is extremely important to know how to hide one's strength, bide one's strength, be forbearing and avoid danger. Only the king who has truly grown up is the king! Only a truly grown-up genius is a genius! Even those who are talented and have the potential to be kings are nothing more than pitiable losers if they are sharp and easy to break.
Star Territory Plate, somewhere in Ten Thousand Demons Continent
In a dark and magnificent palace, there is a heavy altar about 10 meters high. An old man wearing a purple gold robe, a black ribbon around his waist, and a veil on his head, with a cold and thin face, sat on a white jade chair in the altar. Suddenly, the old man's eyes, which were closed and concentrated, suddenly opened as if he sensed something. A cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This person is Wu Jue, the great priest of the Wu clan who sealed Taizu Hunyuan in the depths of the Spirit Mine Mountains. Since that thousand-year war, Wu Jue was seriously injured and has been recuperating in seclusion at the altar.
"It's been seven thousand years, and that old thing is finally gone, hahaha..." A cold smile appeared on Wu Jue's thin face, with a proud chuckle.
"Eh... strange, why can't I sense the exquisite witch sword?" Before he was happy for a long time, Wu Jue's smile gradually became stiff, and finally stopped abruptly, and he frowned coldly.
"Will he be ruined by that old thing on his deathbed?" Under the altar, a man whose whole body was covered by a black robe and his face covered with a black gauze, only revealing a pair of blood-red red eyes but not his facial features, asked respectfully. This person is one of the hundreds of disciples of the great priest Wu Jue: Wu Sang, a black priest whose strength has reached the early stage of the 'Xuanling level'.
Among the wizard priests, priests have a clear and strict hierarchy. According to the division of strength, they are divided into: high priest, soul priest, blood priest, black priest, and priest.
Wu Sang is also the genius priest with the most potential among the black priests, who can be promoted to the high priest in the future. You must know that the life span of the witch tribe is comparable to that of the fairy tribe and the demon tribe. The peak expert can live up to 10,000 years. . Wu Sang's strength can reach the early stage of 'Xuanling level' when he is more than 200 years old. His future prospects are limitless and he will most likely surpass the current high priest Wu Jue.
Among many races, the human race has the shortest lifespan. Even the top human race, the twelve peak emperors of the empire, whose strength reaches the 'Holy Spirit level', can only live for 500 years at most, and the cultivation of almost twelve emperors of the empire has also stopped. At the "Holy Spirit Level" stage, if you want to successfully break through to the "Holy Level", it will take five to six hundred years. This crossing is like a natural chasm, and it also becomes despair. And the vast majority of spiritual practitioners have only lived for two or three hundred years. The longest lifespans are the gods and demons, which can last up to 100,000 years. Secondly, the lifespan of second-class races such as the fairy race, demon race, and witch race can reach ten thousand years, while other third-class races such as the beast race and ghost race have a lifespan of only more than a thousand years.
Wu Jue, who was sitting on the high platform, thought deeply and then said:
"Well, it's possible. That old guy can also die together... In this case, Wu Sang, the high priest now orders you to go and check and confirm. If the Exquisite Witch Knife falls into the hands of others, you know what to do How to do it?" At the end of his words, Wu Jue's tone paused coldly.
"Disciple, obey!" Wu Sang placed his right hand on his left chest, leaning slightly to accept the high priest's order, his blood-red red eyes forming a conspiratorial smile. Then the figure retreated slightly, then turned into a black smoke and dissipated in place.
Looking at the empty hall under the altar, Wu Jue slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After being damaged in the battle with Hunyuan Taizu, his strength dropped from the threshold of the holy level to the peak of the spiritual level. He may not be able to improve in this life, which has made Wu Jue feel resentful for thousands of years. . Wu Jue, who was not willing to stop there, had to spend thousands of years to dissipate his cultivation, temper his body with elixirs, eliminate the sequelae, and rebuild his spiritual base in order to be able to hit the 'Holy Level' again.
If he hadn't suffered heavy losses in that battle, his strength might have reached the level of 'Holy General' now, instead of what he is now. Since his strength was greatly reduced, his status in the clan has plummeted. The priests and elders who usually looked up to them not only deprived themselves of their real power, but also drove themselves into this dark, desolate and cold priests' hall, leaving the title of high priest empty and slowly wearing away themselves over the years. The most precious life, so that now I am old and frail, old and twilight...
When he thought of this, Wu Jue's bony fists clenched loudly, his breathing became disordered, and his chest was filled with uncontrollable anger.
In the dark priest's hall, there was a long silence after a few words of conversation. A veil-like mist filled the entire hall, blocking all prying eyes from the outside. No one dares to rashly break into the high priest's sacrificial hall. The sacrificial hall where countless high-level demon souls are imprisoned is like a spider web stretching thousands of miles, swallowing up all the moths and ants that fall into the fire and throw themselves into the trap.
