At the mouth of the Guan River, one figure after another flew down from the clouds and arranged themselves in a battle formation by the riverside. They stood there quietly like one thousand eight hundred clay sculptures.
The one thousand and two hundred Shaman Tribe disciples who were stationed at the mouth of the Guan River all looked at this place. They had long known that they were the ones who had been filtered out. Their aptitude, cultivation base, and Battle Shaman bloodline were slightly inferior to the one thousand and eight hundred Shaman Tribe disciples.
However, they did not complain at all. The Magi were not that cunning. They were inferior.
Yang Jian stood on the stone platform by the river and discussed something with the six friends of the Mei Mountain.
A huge dog jumped down from the cloud and rubbed against Yang Jian's legs intimately. Daon landed from the cloud with seven experts of the Wu people. Among them were two hunched old men, but the terrifying blood aura on their bodies made Yang Jian's fighting spirit ignite.
"Are you leaving?" Daon waved his six hands and walked forward. He greeted Yang Jian and turned to the side. "These are the two elders sent by the clan. They are the few experts left behind by the Wu people after the ancient battle."
Yang Jian hurriedly went forward and bowed to the old man and the old woman. The two silver-haired experts of the Wu people were rather respectful to Yang Jian.
The old woman said, "The Wu people can receive the help of the Perfected Lord. Now, they have begun to recover their vitality. We really don't know how to repay them. I heard that the Perfected Lord is going to go on an expedition to the Chaos. These two old bones have specially come to help and are at your beck and call …"
The old man smiled and said, "Perfected Lord Erlang is a disciple of the Dao Sect. His mysterious skills are divine. He is also the only person who has inherited the will of the Father God since ancient times. There's no need to be polite to us."
"Seniors, please take a seat." Yang Jian did not stand on ceremony. The six friends of the Mei Mountain quickly set up the stone platform. In the blink of an eye, a row of seats appeared on the stone platform.
"I don't dare to be addressed as a senior." The old woman revealed a benevolent smile. However, her body was thin and she looked like a corpse. "From now on, the two of us should call you Second Master."
Yang Jian smiled embarrassedly. "Seniors, please don't make fun of me."
"This isn't a joke." Daon scratched his head and came closer. He secretly pulled Yang Jian and said with a serious face, "The Maguspriest said that the Wu people don't have much to offer now. In order not to compete with the new witches for Earth Aura, the two of them have been hiding in the ground. It's good to be able to come out for a walk and stretch my muscles. "
Buried in the ground …
Yang Jian's heart was a little disappointed — naturally, he was disappointed about Wu people's situation.
Under Daoist Qianhong's scheme, Wu people would never be able to leave the North Continent, which was filled with miasma.
These two seniors of the Wu people would rather be buried in the ground than lose the name of the Wu people. But today, in order to help him, they left the Wu people and came here.
How could he not be upset?
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint the two of you …"
"Ah." The old man smiled heartily. "Second Master, don't say that. In the future, you can call me Wu Gui and call her Witch. Although our bodies are old, we can still rub things like Daon with one finger. "
"Why am I a thing!?!" Daon glared at him. "I'm a general personally appointed by the Maguspriest!"
"Heh." Wu Gui straightened his back. "When we were fighting the Demon Saint, you were only flirting with those little demons!"
Daon looked indignant. Yang Jian hurriedly stopped him, afraid that the old and the young would fight.
Yang Jian said, "Seniors, you two should not have recovered yet. Why don't you meditate here? We still have to wait a few months before entering the Chaos Sea."
The Witch asked worriedly, "Second Master, I'm afraid these brats can't resist the aura of Chaos …"
"I've made appropriate arrangements." Yang Jian simply told the two seniors about how the Chaos beasts were made into battleships and how he had "transformed" the 1,800 disciples of the Wu people.
Wu Gui frowned and said, "Back then, I had also roamed the Chaos Sea and killed a few so-called Spirit Clans. I had taken their Spirit Cores. Can this thing be used on the Wu people?"
How many have you killed?
Why could Yang Jian hear the blood in his words?
"With the mystical technique bestowed by the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du, it's naturally possible." Yang Jian could only tell them the technique that Xuan Du had given him in detail. The two seniors of the Wu people pondered for a while and nodded in agreement.
Xuan Du's "Spirit Core Teleportation Technique" actually only required the body of the person who was implanted with the Spirit Core to be strong and be able to withstand the impact of the spirit core and body of the Daira realm.
The souls in the Spirit Cores had been cleaned up, leaving only a purer function — to transform the Chaos spiritual energy into spiritual energy that could be absorbed by cultivators.
Pangu split the world and turned the Chaos Qi into clear and turbid Qi. The turbid Qi sank to the ground, and the clear Qi rose to the sky.
The Wu people relied on the turbid Qi to cultivate, but they did not completely absorb it. Instead, they extracted the "essence" from it. The turbid Qi and the clear Qi corresponded. If the clear and turbid Qi were mixed, it would be the Chaos aura.
In other words, the spiritual energy transformed from the Spirit Cores of the Chaos Spirits also contained the "essence" that the Wu people needed to cultivate. As long as they extracted the essence and dispersed the other spiritual energy, they could rely on the Spirit Core to cultivate and survive in the Chaos Sea.
Although the logic was simple, it would take some effort to make the disciples of the Wu people, whose average strength was at the Heaven Immortal realm, accept the Spirit Cores left behind by the Daira realm Spirit.
Fortunately, they were the disciples of the Wu people. Although their cultivation levels were at the Heaven Immortal realm, their bodies were even stronger than the Golden Immortals of the Essence Soul Dao …
Daon was considered one of the smarter ones among the Wu people. After listening for a long time, he became interested.
"Second Master, Second Brother? Tsk, are there any Spirit Cores left behind by Quasi-Saints? "Daon's face suddenly turned serious." Why don't you test it on me? I'll set an example for these little fellows! "
Yang Jian could not help but smile.
Although the Quasi-Saint Spirit Cores were precious, he happened to have a few with his incarnation.
In fact, even if Daon did not take the initiative to mention it, Yang Jian had the same thought. He wanted to try the fusion of the Spirit Cores of the Wu people with the Chaos Spirit and see if there would be a small surprise.
With a flip of his hand, Yang Jian held a fiery-red gem in his palm. It was the size of a pomegranate and emitted a remnant Dao rune of a Quasi-Saint.
It originally belonged to a Quasi-Saint who cultivated the Dao of Fire. Ever since the Quasi-Saint was born in the Chaos Sea, it had accompanied him. It was the foundation of the Quasi-Saint's life.
That powerful Chaos Spirit had been killed by Puppet Fourteen back then. His soul had been shattered into pieces, but he had imprinted his Dao on the Spirit Core.
"We have to be careful about this matter," Yang Jian said. "Don't be anxious. I'll let you hold onto this Spirit Core. When I figure out how to fuse the Wu people with the Spirit Core, I'll press it on you. How about that?"
"Yes! Yes! "
Daon's eyes shone red. He snatched the Spirit Core and held it in his four palms, carefully observing it.
"Good stuff! Good stuff!"
Wu Gui scolded, "Daon, hand it over and let us take a look!"
Daon immediately covered the Spirit Core tightly, as if he was guarding against a thief. However, Wu Gui only opened his hand and pushed. Daon flew in front of Wu Gui, and Wu Gui calmly lifted him up with one hand.
"Hand it over. I don't want it!"
Daon instantly looked at Yang Jian with a sullen face, as if he was asking for help. However, he saw that the Second Master had already walked down the stone platform and arrived in front of the 1,800 disciples of the Wu people.
The six experts of the Wu people who were on the same level as Daon stood at the front. The 12 Commanders that Yang Jian had personally nurtured stood in the second row, together with the disciples of the Wu people. They looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes.
Yang Jian said, "Everyone."
The 1,800 Shamans roared in unison, "Second Master!"
Clearly, they had been instructed by Daon in advance.
"Sit down." Yang Jian waved his hand. The people in front of him sat down.
Some of the Shamans had struggled in the bitter cold of the North Continent for 9,900 years. Some were only a few hundred years old. However, regardless of whether they were men or women, their eyes were filled with fanaticism. Their eyes burned with a certain fighting spirit.
Shamans loved to fight and were born to fight.
That was the fighting spirit in the bones of the Wu people. It was a race formed by the fighting blood that flowed in the Pangu God's body after he fell unwillingly.
Yang Jian organized his thoughts and suppressed the hot blood that had been stirred up by these fellows.
"In a few months, all of you will set off from here to fight in the vast and endless Chaos Sea." Yang Jian slowly paced around. Although his voice was a little low, it carried a certain power that went straight into one's heart.
"Before you set off, I have to tell you some things. I can't let you not know why you are bleeding."
Luo Yu, one of the 12 Commanders, immediately shouted, "I'm willing to die for Second Master!"
Immediately, many Shamans shouted, "We're willing to die for Second Master!"
"You don't have to do it for me. You have heavier and more difficult responsibilities," Yang Jian said and suppressed the restless Shamans.
Yang Jian did not stop. He used Xuanqi to cover a radius of five kilometers and isolated all spiritual senses. He said what he wanted to tell them unhurriedly,
"The Wu people were born from the Pangu God, but do you know why the Pangu God died? He did it for this world and for the living beings who came with him and are still reincarnating in this world. "
"I can't tell you too much in detail. You only need to know that the Pangu God was originally the strongest expert in the Great World before the Primordial World. However, he was buried by a terrifying and powerful enemy in that era. He was buried by those powerful enemies for several eras."
"The Pangu God risked his life, but he only temporarily repelled those powerful enemies. At this moment, we can conclude that those powerful enemies will descend again one day and bury this world like the previous few times!"
Wu Gui and the Witch's expressions changed when they heard that. They stood up shakily.
The secrets that Yang Jian said had never been spread in the Primordial World.
"The Pangu God made all sorts of arrangements. Even if he died, he had to set up a huge array to protect the Primordial World. That array is the current Heavenly Dao! As for the Magi, they were born from the bloodline of the Pangu God. They were the fire seeds left behind by the Pangu God to resist those powerful enemies! "
"However, the Wu people were still schemed against by the spies planted by these powerful enemies. I can tell you today because the Dao Ancestor Hong Jun has been destroyed by the six Saints. The Dao Ancestor nurtured the demons with the intention of subverting the Wu people and extinguishing the last fire seed left behind by the Pangu God. "
"He almost did it. Think about the current situation of the Wu people. Even if the Dao Ancestor is dead, he can't reverse the decline of the Wu people."
A wail suddenly sounded from behind Yang Jian. Wu Gui pointed at the sky and cursed angrily, but his words were incoherent. The Witch was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Once the Dao Ancestor dies, those powerful enemies will definitely know about this matter. They might suddenly appear at any time. Perhaps it will only be a hundred years later, or perhaps it will be ten thousand years later.
However, they will eventually arrive and destroy all living beings in the Chaos. They will destroy all the imprints left behind by the Pangu God. As for you, you might be the last light and fire that the Wu people can shine with.
Are you confused? Are you afraid? Cheer up. Don't say anything about risking your lives for me in the future. I, Yang Jian, am not worthy of you risking your lives for me!
That's because what you want to inherit is Pangu's will. It's Pangu's hope and hope for the Wu people!
Pangu's bloodline flows in your bodies. You are sharp blades that can face those powerful enemies! You are a high wall that can protect this world!
I've been waiting for this day for almost a thousand years.
A thousand years ago, I wanted you to enter the Chaos Sea to cultivate and train, but your abilities were not enough. You could not withstand the spiritual core entering your bodies.
However, I can't wait any longer today. I can't wait any longer!
I don't have time for you to slowly absorb the Earth Qi to cultivate. There are no stable days for you to train and train every day.
After leaving the Primordial World, you have to accept these. These are the spiritual cores that I took from the corpses of the Chaos Spirits. They still have some lingering charm, but they can allow you to gain a foothold in the Chaos. They can allow you to quickly sharpen your weapons and build high walls!
When you arrive in the Chaos Sea, I will let you deal with the most difficult battle and fight the strongest enemy!
You have to seize every opportunity to cultivate and break through! Think of all ways to awaken your true bloodline and tap into your true potential!
You are Magi! You are the descendants of Pangu!
Even if I want you to awaken your bloodline and need the blood of thousands of living beings, I, Yang Jian, will be the evil person!
Remember, regardless of whether you will be the first batch of Primordial living beings to stand in front of those powerful enemies in the future or the last Primordial living beings to fight to the end.
Don't forget your past hatred!
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