The King of Witches 1212
her form vanished, I looked at the ceiling and asked, "Are you guys ghosts too Why can't you go through the ceiling""Who said you can't You can," the little ghost mumbled, looking at me with utter bew...The Emperor of the Underworld is the supreme deity, and souls tremble before him.
But Mu Wanchen's soul lamp beside him was more like a guide.
Those bewildered ghosts, startled by the sudden change, had scurried about in confusion. They instinctively fell silent, returning to their dazed state and drifted towards Mu Wanchen.
Too much, too much.
That ethereal blue soul lamp, like a transcendent holy fire.
which drew these ghostly figures, like worshipers in a throng, densely packed, towards Mu Chen flying away.
But not a single soul dared to fly to the same height as Mu Wanchen.
He stood on the flying eaves of the towering city wall, his head shrouded in a hazy glow from the azure soul lamp.
Some things are vague, yet impossible to ignore.
After he came here, he really became quite different.
I can't say exactly where the change is, but I feel that after seeing this vast wilderness, all his speculations and yearnings in his heart have been satisfied. What is called sacred is actually just a kind of faith.
As long as one is still a mortal, there is no such thing as Peach Blossom Spring. Survival and life are the main themes.
Just as the Jade Emperor said, even immortals have to go through calamities, let alone mortals Ordinary people want to be free from illness, disaster, and separation from loved ones, but it's truly difficult.
They all say that a fetus takes shape between the third and fourth months. Perhaps even the shamans don't know that Mu Wanchen's bloodline is growing inside me.
In their "plan," Mu Wanchen led the descendants who remained in the world back here. This was the final return of the Wu Clan's bloodline.
From this day forth, there will be no more legitimate bloodline of divine shamans in the world.
Perhaps it's not a good time for me to be thinking about this... If the Shaman is planning something like this, shouldn't I hide the fact that I'm pregnant Otherwise, what if I'm forcefully detained
We did not offer our souls through the shaman's formation, nor did we surrender our spirits. What's more, scattered immortals and celestial gods came with us. The shaman just happened to be hiding from the symbol of Heaven guarding against the red planet.
Now, as long as we leave quickly, we shouldn't anger them... But what about these people who follow us Although they have no direct connection to me or Mu Wanchen, after all, Mu Wanchen is their revered king. How can we just abandon them here, regardless of their lives and deaths
The Ghost Realm drained their yang energy, and when the Ghost Realm departed, all that remained was a city of bones.
Mù Wǎn Chén's heart probably thought of these things too, that's why he said the words "This is forcing me".
He was going to drive away the dragon.
Yinglong soared above the city gate, his dragon roar shaking the heavens and earth. This god had no worries here, acting unrestrainedly and freely changing the landscape as he pleased.
She unfurled her massive wings, stirring the wind and clouds, roaring fiercely at the black mist that loomed within the city.
The behemoth in the black mist seemed to be afraid, but it did not retreat. After the Azure Dragon repelled the mirage, the outline of the beast in the black mist also emerged.
Its head was pointed like a dragon, with long horns. Its back had a sword ridge and its body was slender. It did not look as fierce and mighty as the Yinglong.
But its body was very long, coiling and swirling within the mirage, with mist rising and falling as it breathed. It looked quite imposing, and its lower half was covered in scales that grew backward.
This looks quite frightening, as if its lower half was covered in reversed scales, and mist spewed from its mouth.
The might of the Yinglong stirred heaven and earth, enveloping wind and thunder. The Shenlong, however, soared through clouds and mist, lurking about cities.
There was a kind of fear that could turn you to dust in an instant, standing there in the middle.
Luo Hu Xingjun doesn't care about the fear and confusion caused by these ghosts. He sees one, eliminates one, clearing away the ghosts surrounding us.
The red-clothed female ghost's lantern was shattered by Mu Wanchen's sword energy. She glared resentfully in Mu Wanchen's direction.
"Mu Wanchen slightly lowered her eyes and said, "...Si Huang is still missing. Don't you worry at all"
The red-robed female ghost was slightly taken aback: “Hmph, why should a dead person like me worry about these things She's grown up and has her own ideas. Although I am her elder, I can't control her. She is the legitimate bloodline of the Si clan, while I am just a branch family, used as a sacrificial offering.”
Mù Wǎn Chén let out a long sigh: "You are braver than men... It's a pity that most women of the Sī clan have a bumpy fate."
"Humph… Just being able to return here has fulfilled my wish. Our god is here, Great Shaman King, Mu Wanchen. You still want to leave because of this woman"
She glared at me with venom.
She is your wife; she should follow her husband. How could you leave for another woman You say they forced you, but where were these shamans forcing you You have the Soul Lamp and can command the ghosts of this world. What power is that They value you greatly, giving you so much freedom—
She spoke more and more excitedly, while Mu Wanchen looked at him coldly.
"Are all the people in this city nothing but fodder for the mirage Even exiled witches are willing to be abandoned" Mu Wanchen sneered, "In the end, we're all just pawns of the Divine Witches."
However, they have been playing this game for thousands of years. Although this place is a divine realm nurtured by yin and yang, it is ultimately a condensed point of divinity. While it can be self-sufficient, it is not a true immortal realm. As long as mortals inhabit this place, fresh blood must constantly flow in, otherwise…the same problem of bloodlines will arise.
Mu Wanchen said faintly, "Leaving the last way out for the remaining members of the Wu clan, perhaps the divine shamans foresaw the future of the Wu clan... In fact, it is also the future of this place..."
The woman in red frowned. “What nonsense are you talking about This place is vast and boundless…”
Wake up, I silently muttered to myself.
Is the Earth big No immortal being could possibly manifest such a vast place. It's still just as resource-poor, with species going extinct, and it will eventually consume all its resources.
Even the celestial deities of the Nine Heavens require faith and offerings from mortals, let alone those who are manifested into this world.
"Words are useless with you." Mu Wanchen shook his head, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed through the layers of ghosts.
"Little Lu'er, come." He waved his hand, and two soul lamps flew to my side. I felt two wisps of ghostly fire ignite in my palms. The soul lamps, resting beneath my hands, lifted me upward.
High walls, the towers soar.
The fur on its body was shedding, and a faint mirage made me see hallucinations.
The mirage dragon, its upper half composed of reverse scales, breathes out air that forms towers.
Mu Wanchen stood on the high eaves, and I vaguely saw the clouds rising and falling in Nanshan, and the towering stones of Wuwang City.
His face, cast in the flickering candlelight, was a shadowy silhouette. He wore the brilliance of the cosmos upon him like a cloak.
Smile softly at me.
Suddenly, an arm grabbed my waist forcefully, pulling me close to his chest.
My mind suddenly cleared, and before I could even speak, he leaned down and kissed me deeply.
"Silly fool, if you inhale the mirage again, you'll see me as some kind of horrible monster!"
I, me... what time and place is this... are you trying to make me combust!wever, the great wisdom of the sage founders of Taoism has formed a system centered on "Tao". Relying on transmission through masters and families, it has proliferated and been passed down to this day...