Chapter 39: The Way of Sacrifice (Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

  The Way of Sacrifice (Collection and Recommendation)

  Ancestral witch gathering place, Pangu Temple.

  Viewing the palace from a distance, the palace has no luxurious decorations, but exudes a grand and powerful atmosphere. Entering the main hall, there is a sense of solemnity and dignity.

  At this time, the twelve little devils were sitting around a statue of a god, looking at the serious expression on the face of a five or six year old child, which was especially adorable.

  But Shen Long didn't smile, instead he looked at the statue with a solemn and respectful expression. The face of the statue was blurry, but the aura and breath it emitted made Shen Long feel extremely familiar.

  Pangu, when Shen Long traversed through time and space, he personally witnessed Pangu standing between heaven and earth, his body transforming into the vast expanse of the universe. In the inherited memories, it was the scene of the great god Pangu opening up the sky and earth. It can be said that Shen Long and the deceased Pangu also had a great causal relationship.

  It can be said that without Pangu opening up the sky, Shen Long would not have been able to enter the world of Honghuang, and without Pangu, Shen Long's achievements would not have been so great.

  "Is it the will of heaven that I was ambushed by the demon clan and transported here to settle my karma?" Shen Long looked at the twelve little demons with a complex expression.

  "But how to end it, kill them and be done with it?" A hint of murderous intent flashed through Shen Long's mind.

  "Hum~~~~~~" The Pangu god statue emitted a shockwave, startling Shen Long awake. He looked at the Pangu statue, whose face was now clear and scowling at him with an angry expression.

  Shen Long bowed respectfully to the deity, then said with a lingering fear in his heart:

  "What a close call, almost fell into the devil's path. Not to mention how lovely these twelve guys are, whether I can put my hands down or not, they are the next main characters of the calamity, and cannot die, otherwise, I'm definitely dead."

  Calm down, Shen Long began to reflect on himself again:

  "What's wrong with me? How can I have such a huge demonic thought, to settle the karma, and actually lay hands on a child. Is it not because of the continuous breakthroughs at Mount Zhou and the summit of Western Kunlun that my law power has increased greatly, causing me to fall into the vortex of power and produce an uncontrollable idea, breeding demonic thoughts?"

  Shen Long thought about it, and indeed there was such a trend. With continuous breakthroughs, Shen Long's power greatly increased, especially after the last lecture. Shen Long had cultivated the Three Thousand Great Daos to the level of Daluo Jinxian, and also gained insight into the Great Dao Grinding Disc. It could be said that he was in high spirits, feeling that nothing in the world could rival his existence.

  "I am who I am, and the power is mine to wield. If I were controlled by power, what's the point of cultivating the Tao?" A glint of determination flashed in Shen Long's eyes, then his cultivation began to drop from quasi-saint late stage to middle stage, then to early stage, and still didn't stop. Finally, Shen Long's cultivation dropped directly to Daluo Jinxian late stage.

  "Since power is going to influence my judgment, then I will seal you all away."

  Shen Long had just sealed his own magic power, when the Twelve Ancestor Witches suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, then stood up, each with a magical treasure in hand.

  A gentle breeze blew by, making a soft humming sound, and suddenly the twelve ancestral witches stirred. Twelve little guys waved their magical treasures in hand, surrounding the statue and dancing around it.

  "Wahaha... Wahaha..." They also made some inexplicable sounds with their mouths, and the sounds contained a hint of Taoist rhyme, which can be roughly replaced by "Wahaha".

  Among the ancestors, Emperor Jiang is the oldest, wielding a wooden staff, which should be the legendary Chi Zhang, generally those in power will hold this thing, in Journey to the West, Tang Monk holds a Zen staff, and there are also dragon head crutches and so on.

  Houtu held a jar in her hand, dancing and then reached into the jar to scoop out a handful of earth, sprinkling it upwards onto Pangu's body. This soil should be the primordial Xiantian soil; Xuanyuan also held a jar, inserted his hand inside, and then poured down a handful of rainwater onto the statue.

  Tian Wu raised his wind bag, the wind bag made a low humming sound, intertwined with each other, sounding like the dull sounds of ancestral worship in past lives.

  Others, the ancestor of water, Gonggong, held a broken jade hook, the ancestor of fire, Zhurong, held a flame flag, and the ancestor of wood, Jumang, held a plant with grain-like fruits on it, Shenlong looked like he was from the previous life's five grains.

  The ancestor of gold, Wu Zong, held a golden sword in his hand. The ancestor of thunder, Wu Qiangliang, and the ancestor of electricity, Wu Dianzi, respectively held a thunderbolt and an electric light mirror. The ancestor of weather, Wu Shebi, held a scroll of auspicious clouds in his hand. Finally, the ancestor of time, Wu Zhujiu, held a lamp in his hand, but what was shining inside the lamp was not firelight, but a river flow, with the aura of time flickering within the river.

  "Is this the way of sacrifice?"

  Shen Long looked at them holding wooden rods, jade hooks, mirrors, golden swords, scrolls and other tools. Weren't these all the tools used in worship ceremonies in their past lives? And what's with this solemn and mournful sound.

  The image of Pangu gradually became clear, emitting a brilliant light that filled the air. In the midst of this radiance, countless great Taoist symbols descended and entered the bodies of the twelve ancestral witches.

  "Is this the way of ancestor worship? It's exactly opposite to the way of faith, the way of faith is that the believer gets the power of faith, while ancestor worship is worshiping the dead."

  The Twelve Ancestors of Witchcraft can be said to be the most devout followers of Pangu, they worship Pangu, condensing Pangu's residual soul with faith, forming a statue of Pangu, and then using Pangu's residual soul to communicate with heaven and earth, seizing the creation of heaven and earth for cultivation.

  "The main deity will also come to assist you." Shen Long looked at the twelve ancestral witches' pious and solemn appearance, and was also infected by their appearance, so he joined in. However, Shen Long did not disturb their sacrificial rhythm, but instead deeply bowed to Pangu.

  "Right, I always felt like something was missing, now I realize that an ancestral worship ceremony can't be without this."

  Just as Shen Long was about to kowtow, he seemed to have forgotten something. Soon after, Shen Long burst out laughing and took out one of the two remaining Ding from his Dantian, placing it in front of Pangu's statue. He then took out two incense sticks, lit them up, inserted them into the Ding, and kowtowed again.

  At that moment, the Pangu god image became even more magnificent. The dense and numerous Taoist symbols were divided into thirteen strands from the previous twelve, but each person received more Taoist symbols. Shen Long did not accept any of the Taoist symbols, giving them all to the Twelve Ancestral Shamans.

  The twelfth ancestor witch was completely immersed in the ritual of sacrifice, just like a monk's enlightenment, and the aura on his body also became stronger, directly from the initial stage of Daluo Jinxian to the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian.

  "The Wu tribe is indeed the darling of heaven and earth, and their ritualistic ways are also very powerful."

  When the incense in the tripod was exhausted, the twelve ancestor witches also stopped, and they all sat back in their original positions, as if they had not moved at all.

  Before long, the twelve Ancestral Sorcerers opened their eyes, with bright lights shining from them. However, no one paid attention to Shen Long, as they all stared at the large cauldron, their eyes filled with fervor.

  "Hey, hey, this is mine, are you guys trying to rob me?" Shen Long's voice came over.

  "Hey, brother Shen Long......" Zhu Rong said with a sly smile, not looking away from the tripod.

  "Despicable person." Shen Long cursed under his breath.

  As soon as they came in, Shen Long explained his relationship with Wu Tian to them, but they didn't listen and instead drew their swords. It wasn't until Shen Long defeated all twelve of them together and then beat them up again that they completely submitted. Whatever Shen Long said, they believed.

  The most hateful thing is this Zhu Rong, shouting "Old Brother" without putting himself in the outsider's shoes, completely unaware that he was the first to take action.

  "What? You want it?" Shen Long glanced at him and asked.

  "Ah." Zhu Rong's face was filled with a pig-like expression, gazing longingly at Shen Long, and nodded vigorously.

  "Uh..."

  Shen Long deliberately dragged out his voice, Zhu Rong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to urge him on. The other ancestral witches were also very tense, all with their ears perked up, listening to Shen Long's response.

  "It's no use." Shen Long's one sentence abruptly shattered their hopes.

  "But..."

  "But what?" The twelve ancestral witches asked in unison, showing that they also knew the importance of this cauldron to their cultivation and sacrificial rituals.

  "How can I get out? I want to leave this small world." Shen Long couldn't bear to tease them anymore, and asked directly. "As long as I can get out, the tripod will stay here."

  "This, we don't know either. If we knew, we would have left. This world is just us brothers, suffocating." Zhu Rong complained.

  "How did that Black Lotus get out?" Shen Long asked with a frown.

  "I don't know. We only saw a black lotus emerge from his head, and then the black lotus emitted light and took him away. At that time, I felt that there was only a weak spatial aura, which was not enough to transmit." Emperor Jiang, who was in charge of space, thought about the situation at the time and said honestly to Shen Long.

  "Hei Lian, could it be that the treasure is guiding us?" Shen Long furrowed his brow in thought. "If that's the case, then my own treasure, the Chaotic Cauldron, should also be able to guide me out."

  Shen Long sinks into Dan Tian, enters the Ding, connects with several other Dings, but due to the dense spatial barrier of this turbid world, only a faint connection can be felt.

  "With such strength, it's hard to get me out." Shen Long muttered to himself.

  "Brother Black Dragon." Zhurong's voice came over again.

  "Ah." Shen Long looked at him in confusion.

  "Look at that...". Zhu Rong stared at Shen Long, pointing at the large tripod and asked.

  "Ah! How could I have forgotten!" Shen Long shouted, then called out to Hou Tu in the Twelve Ancestors' Shrine: "Hou Tu, come over and refine that cauldron first."

  The twelfth ancestor witch is overjoyed. Seeking recommendations and collections.

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