A corner of the Ten Thousand Demons Continent, the Priest's Hall
The dark and majestic hall was enveloped in a cold, foggy and confused silence. Suddenly, under the ten-meter-high altar in the hall, a ball of black smoke burned strangely out of thin air. "Poof~" A young man in black robes emerged from the black smoke. The man was wearing a black gauze mask, and his handsome face could not be seen clearly, but his blood-red eyes gave people the chill of a ghost.
"Information to the high priest, Wu Sang has come to revive me." Entering the hall, the man in black robe leaned towards the altar and said respectfully.
"Hmm... have you checked it out?" On the altar, an old man wearing a priest's crown and purple gold robe, with a cold and thin face, sat lazily on the stone chair of the altar. He asked with his head tilted sideways, his right hand holding his chin, and his eyes half-closed. This person is Wu Jue, the high priest of the Wu clan who has retired to the priest's hall.
"Back to the High Priest, Wu Sang has investigated clearly. The Far East Territory is the ruins of a thousand-year battlefield, but it does not contain the rumored thousand-year treasure." Wu Sang answered concisely.
"What do you mean?" Wu Jue opened his eyes slightly and said two simple words.
"Because... at the edge of the ice field, Wu Sang felt a very powerful... power of demon sealing!" Wu Sang swallowed nervously, paused, and then answered truthfully. Although he had only walked around the periphery of the ice field, Wu Sang still felt deeply afraid when he recalled the terrifying energy deep in the ice field.
"What?! The power of sealing demons!" After hearing this word, Wu Jue's whole body trembled in his seat, his bloody pupils widened, and his face no longer looked sleepy. His whole body stood up suddenly as if he was electrocuted.
The reason why Wu Jue had such an overreaction was because he was very clear about the meaning behind the power of demon sealing: at the bottom of the ice sheet in the Far East Region, there must be a great demon from the chaotic realm of gods and demons sealed, and it was the kind of demon that could be sealed by all the demons. The top demon cannot be completely killed even by the gods! Only such a great demon would force the gods to use the power of demon sealing and unite to forcibly seal it. And as time passes slowly, its magic power is continuously reduced, and finally it is completely wiped out.
"To tell you in detail, what's going on?" At this moment, Wu Jue seemed to realize something was going on.
"Yes, at the edge of the ice field, Wu Sang, in addition to the power of sealing demons, also felt a very strong demonic energy hidden in the ground. And there was a faint trace of demonic energy leaking from the seal, although it was only a trace, but It made people’s hair stand on end. After feeling this demonic aura, Wu Sang did not get close to it just to be on the safe side. This demonic aura has lasted for thousands of years. It can be seen that there must be a giant demon shark sealed there. It is estimated that the ignorant people who are hunting for treasures now Humanity must have been annihilated in it a long time ago." Wu Sang slowly narrated, recalling the breath of death he felt near the edge of the valley bottom, still sending chills down his spine.
"Well, you did a good job. We are incompatible with the demons, so let's not alarm them for now... But why is it the demons? During the thousand-year war, I have never heard of any great demon falling in that remote place. , it seems that this matter is not as simple as it seems... Hey, whatever, right now, the demons are not something we have the ability to provoke. If we can resurrect the ancient witch god, what can the demons do to me... "Wu Jue was lost in thought, his palms clenching unconsciously. There were faint tears flashing in the sunken and dry eyes, as if they were a longing that would last forever:
In the past, the witch clan fought for hegemony in the world and fought against gods and demons. How glorious it was. But now, they have been reduced to living in a corner of the wilderness, falling into trouble. The strength of the entire Wu clan has plummeted, and they have to endure the suffering. This is so frustrating. Whenever he thinks of the glory of his ancestors, this octogenarian old man always laments and sheds tears with hatred.
"Alas..." Wu Sang, who was under the altar, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the high priest who was reminiscing, and sighed deeply. Although I have never seen with my own eyes the grand occasion when the ancestors of the Wu clan once dominated the world, but every time I hear those legends from the elders of the clan, it always makes people excited and passionate.
"Forget it... Let's not talk about it anymore. The 'Priest Ceremony' is coming in ten years. How are you preparing?" Wu Jue was in a daze for a while, then recovered from the loss and asked with concern.
"We are attacking the 'Second Level of Mysterious Spirit'. I believe that Wu Sang will not disappoint the expectations of the Great Priest at the 'Priest Ceremony' ten years later." Wu Sang grinned very confidently, and his whole body was shaken. The breath is exuded drippingly.
"Don't speak so eloquently. Although you are very talented and intelligent among the disciples of the priests, the 'Priest Ceremony' is a grand event for our wizard clan's geniuses. At that time, the descendants from all altars will gather here. Do you want to be in such a grand event?" It’s not easy to stand out, don’t underestimate them. Especially those disciples who are the old guys.” Wu Jue turned around and nodded with satisfaction after feeling Wu Sang’s aura, but to prevent his disciples from being proud, he still said something serious. caution. At the end of the words, the pronunciation of the words was extremely heavy. Thinking of those Wu clan elders who united to impeach him, Wu Jue gritted his teeth with hatred: those old guys used to be just dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy around him, but now they have become a climate where they suppress him everywhere.
"Thank you to the high priest for your guidance, Wu Sang will go all out!" Wu Sang leaned over and said with understanding in his heart. Naturally, Wu Sang was very clear about the high priest's heartache: Although Wu Jue had retired from his high position, he still retained the title of high priest, but he had no real power, but he still had prestige among his tribe. If he can get the support of the high priest in the future, he will have a place in the Wu clan. Compared to the three thousand disciples of several other elders, Wu Sang believed that he would be more successful as a high priest. However, because of this, Wu Sang was at odds with several other elders and disciples. Although they did not openly confront each other, they secretly competed with each other.
"Well, okay, let's go down..." Wu Jue loosened his clenched fists and waved his hand tiredly, signaling to retreat.
"Yes!" After Wu Sang retreated, Wu Jue looked up with a sad expression, his sunken and turbid eyes penetrated the top of the cloud dome of the priest's hall, looking at a towering and dark mountain peak under the starry sky...
The entire mountain peak is more than three thousand high and is located in an abyss and ravine. The mountains are shrouded in black mist, making it difficult to see the full picture. But in the middle of the mountain, there sat a giant with his back to the mountains, his feet to the abyss, and his shoulders to the height of the mountains. Looking from a distance, the entire mountain peak is like a giant's throne, grand, mighty and intimidating. This is the totem of faith of the witch clan: the ancient witch god!
I saw the Witch God sitting peacefully in front of the mountain, with devil horns rising above his head and green-faced fangs. He was sleeping with his eyes closed but his face was ferocious. It was as if the fur had been peeled off the whole body, the muscles were bright red and shriveled, and the bone lines were clearly visible. There are also sharp and long bone spurs on the joints of the legs and feet, like claws. What is surprising is that in the collapsed position of the Witch God's chest, there are four huge chains that are as thick as ten people's arms.
One end of the pitch-black chain was nailed to the collapsed and shattered sternum of the Witch God, and the other end was nailed to an altar that was transformed from a thousand-meter-high mountain more than a thousand meters away from the mountain.
On the thousand-meter trapezoidal altar with countless steps extending upward, four chains were firmly fixed at the four square corners of the altar. In the middle of the altar is carved a huge pattern with a radius of about fifty meters. The patterns are complex and faintly flashing with vivid red light. The bloody patterns are like squirming blood vessels, flowing through four huge chains. The Witch God's body is fed with a steady stream of essence and blood.
If you observe carefully, you will find that the blood essence is transported very slowly, as if dripping water penetrates the stone. Connected by chains, the essence blood penetrates into the cracks of the giant's chest bones bit by bit. The ancient witch god, who is as strong as a mountain, is maintained by such extremely inefficient transportation of essence and blood, which makes people sigh: When will it be possible to moisturize and plump the withered flesh and blood all over the body?
In fact, such extremely inefficient essence and blood nourishment is currently the only method available to the Witch Clan. Since ancient times, when fighting for hegemony, the witch god fought against the heroes and was severely injured, he fell into a state of suspended animation. All the senses in his body were closed, so he could not actively absorb external energy.
If this continues, if the Witch God falls into a state of suspended animation for a long time, he will truly die if his injuries are not treated in time. Even though the Witch God was severely injured and feigned death, his body was as strong as diamond, and even a "middle-grade holy weapon" could not be hurt at all.
Faced with this situation, many attempts failed, and the anxious Witch Clan had to use the collapsed wound on the Witch God's chest to use the "God Burial Sacrifice Technique" to forcibly pour the blood of the sacrifice into the Witch God's body to maintain his life. physical signs.
I just didn't expect that such a life-extending method would last for tens of millions of years once it was done. Although the Witch God's life was basically saved, he was still far away from being able to wake up. In this way, this god who was regarded as hope by the Wu clan became the last straw in the hearts of the entire Wu clan.
In the abyss and ravine under the altar, there is a cemetery of countless large animal bones: white bones as thick as marble pillars, intertwined and overlapping, covering the ravine between the two peaks. Like a huge endless maze. Perhaps it is the resentment of countless monsters and beasts that are unwilling to die unjustly, so that the entire abyss is filled with death, everything is sterile, and the animal bones will not rot for thousands of years. Even the wizard priests dare not easily step into it.
This outrageous and heartbreaking living sacrifice is exactly the crazy attempt of the Wu clan to resurrect the Witch God for thousands of years. But even though the severely injured ancient witch-god absorbed the blood of so many sacrifices, there was still no sign of recovery. This has also made countless wizard priests feel confused. Thousands of years of dedication and protection seem like grains of sand filling the sea, making people unable to see any hope.
Even so, the people of the Wu clan, who have become spiritual believers, firmly believe that when the Witch God awakens again, he will lead the entire clan back to the "chaotic realm of gods and demons" and regain the glory that once belonged to them. That is the place that truly belongs to them, and right now, in order to avoid powerful enemies, the Witch Clan has to hide in a deep corner of the Ten Thousand Monsters Continent like rats in the ditch. Hibernating, lying on firewood and tasting courage, trying to make a comeback.
"Fifty million years, exactly fifty million years...Witch God! When will you wake up and lead us to take back our ancestral land!" Wu Jue looked up at the dome and let out a cry of old age and weakness. In this feeble hoarse cry, one can still feel the high priest Lao Ji's ambition to reach a thousand miles.
