In front of the sword stele in the Shaman God's tomb, Ye Qinghan suddenly drew his sword and carved three sword scars on the sword stele.
Hum! Hum!
Hum! Sword beams flashed and sword scars appeared, but just as Ye Qinghan thought he had passed, the sword stele automatically healed as though it had never been attacked.
Ye Qinghan frowned. He did not expect the sword stele to heal on its own. It was a self-healing defensive divine artifact.
To leave a mark on the sword stele, one had to be extremely fast and leave an irreparable injury on the sword stele. It was the same as attacking an enemy. Once the sword was drawn, the wound would never heal until the enemy died of blood loss!
Only by doing this could one be considered to have passed.
Ye Qinghan stood while hugging his sword. His fingertips tapped on the sword hilt as he brewed his sword aura. He was not used to the sword in his hand and felt that the sword would break if he exerted any force. His talent in the sword was much worse than Gu Qingyu and the rest.
Hum!
Boom!
Ye Qinghan drew his sword again and used all his strength to slash out three sword beams. The divine sword broke when it touched the sword stele, leaving sword scars that could not be healed for a long time!
Whoosh!
A divine light flashed, and the sword stele actually split into two. It split from the middle, revealing a passageway behind it. However, the passageway was still blocked. It was an identical stele, but there was no longer a sword mark on the stele, but a palm print.
Ye Qinghan walked over with the divine bird and pressed his right hand into the palm print. The size was just right, but the stele did not react at all.
Ye Qinghan activated the power of his bloodline and poured the five elements into the stele.
This was the Shaman God's tomb. Even if there was an inheritance, it would be left to the Shaman Race. Ye Qinghan did not lack the Shaman Race's bloodline. He also had the Five Elements Dao Body, which was the highest level of the Shaman Race. The stele was activated by the five elements and the Shaman Race's bloodline. It immediately shone brightly and took Ye Qinghan away.
Ye Qinghan only felt his eyes brighten. There was actually a completely different world inside the tomb. It was like a paradise on earth. Divine flowers swayed and green willows swayed. Every single one of the flowers and plants had taken human form, possessing intelligence and spirituality.
Time and space seemed to be restricted here. At the very least, Ye Qinghan could not feel the passage of time. No matter how much the outside world had changed, this place was still as beautiful as ever.
There were mountains and rivers in front of him. The valley was lush and verdant, decorated with tens of thousands of flowers, and filled with spiritual energy.
However, there was a coffin made of green wood. It was unknown how long it had been there, but there was an afterimage beside the coffin. It had no will or soul. When it saw Ye Qinghan enter, it only glanced at Ye Qinghan. This glance made Ye Qinghan feel as if he had fallen into an icy cavern. It was as if a single strand of his will could kill him.
However, the afterimage did not seem to care about Ye Qinghan. It was as if it was looking at an ordinary bird.
"Is he dead or alive?" the Divine Bird asked softly.
Ye Qinghan shook his head and hurriedly turned away. He did not want to meet the eyes of the afterimage. Those eyes were too frightening. His cultivation level might be even more frightening than the Nine Serenities Master's.
"A descendant of the Witch Tribe … has come to pay respects to our ancestors!"
Just as Ye Qinghan was about to leave, a sorrowful voice exploded in Ye Qinghan's consciousness.
Ye Qinghan's body trembled. He looked at the afterimage and realized that it was not him who had said those words. It seemed to have come from the coffin. He could not help but feel his hair stand on end. The Divine Bird even spread its wings, its white feathers standing on end.
"The Third Sorcerer God … Is he really an eternal existence?"
Ye Qinghan did not understand that level of existence. How many tens of thousands of years had it been? Millions of years, or even tens of millions of years! The other party could still sense his arrival. It was simply unbelievable!
However, Ye Qinghan still walked in front of the green coffin and slowly knelt down. He said respectfully, "Junior Ye Qinghan greets the Third Sorcerer God!"
The coffin did not respond. However, the afterimage stared at him, causing his hair to stand on end. He did not dare to move.
"Does the Sorcerer Tribe … still exist?" The sorrowful voice sounded again. It was filled with sorrow and despair.
Ye Qinghan knelt respectfully in front of the coffin and replied in a low voice, "There are not many Sorcerer Tribe left. They have completely fallen. All the ancient Sorcerer Mystic Techniques have been lost, let alone the ancient Sorcerer Techniques!"
"Emperor You is in power. I am useless! I have no successor. How sorrowful! "
Ye Qinghan fell silent. It seemed like the old man in front of him was really as the Nine Serenities Master had said. He was the Third Sorcerer God.
The Sorcerer God of the past could summon the wind and rain, change Yin and Yang, chase the wind and chase the sun, and create things and be reborn. However, he had still turned into a wisp of a departed soul. He had cultivated for millions of years and was buried in a single day.
"Are you willing to strengthen the Sorcerer Tribe and restore the glory of the Sorcerer God?"
Boom!
The lid of the coffin opened automatically. A withered corpse stood up. He was emaciated, without a trace of flesh. His eye sockets were so deep that no one dared to look at him directly.
Ye Qinghan was sure that the Third Sorcerer God was not dead! This was definitely not the behavior of a dead person.
"I am willing to lead the Sorcerer Tribe back to the peak!" Ye Qinghan did not dare to raise his head. The Third Sorcerer God was too powerful. He was so powerful that it was beyond his imagination. He believed that as long as the Sorcerer God wanted to, he could cut off the Middle Plane with just a stretch of his hand!
"It is also a fortuitous opportunity for you to be able to come here! I will bestow upon you a Sorcerer Technique. If you can cultivate it to the Great Mastery Realm and unify this Middle Plane, I will bestow upon you an even more powerful Sorcerer Technique. I will give you the opportunity to conquer the Upper Plane and let you witness the legends of the Desolate Era! "the Third Sorcerer God said in a low voice as he looked down at Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan did not reply. He waited for the Third Sorcerer God to continue speaking.
Sure enough, a metal scroll and a palm-sized seal appeared in the Third Sorcerer God's bony hand. He said, "I will bestow upon you the ancient Sorcerer Technique, Ten Directions Return to One. I will also bestow upon you the divine artifact, Ten Directions Seal. If you can cultivate it to the Great Mastery Realm, one seal will be able to suppress an entire world! Heaven, Earth, Heaven, and Earth will return to one, and you will be able to suppress it with a wave of your hand. "
Ye Qinghan received the metal scroll and Ten Directions Seal respectfully with both hands. He could not tell what level of secret technique this was. It was either a twelfth-grade or thirteenth-grade secret technique. He could not tell whether this Ten Directions Seal was a high-tier divine artifact or a legendary supreme-tier high-tier divine artifact. However, he was certain that anything that the elder could give would not be bad!
He gently opened the metal scroll. The first thing that entered his Spiritual Sea was a beam of divine light. It was the ancient Sorcerer Tribe's language inheritance. He could easily understand the Sorcerer Tribe's language, which was originally difficult to understand.
"Heaven and Earth are divided into ten directions. With a wave of my hand, I can swallow the universe. With a single eye of my will, I can conquer the nine heavens. With the Ten Directions Seal, I can suppress the gods!"
Ye Qinghan did not understand the meaning of this sentence, but he understood the aura contained within it. If one cultivated it to the Great Mastery Realm, they could swallow an entire world with a wave of their hand. With a single will, they could surpass the nine heavens!
The Ten Directions Seal could suppress any god!
"Could this be a legendary top-tier high-tier divine artifact?" Ye Qinghan held the Ten Directions Seal. He felt an endless amount of gentle divine power involuntarily rush into his body, transforming his godhead. He could not help but be shocked. It could even transform his godhead. As expected of a high-tier divine artifact.
"I am the Second Sorcerer God, Imperial Sky. From today onwards, you are my disciple in name. You can become my last disciple after you cultivate to the High God Shrine. Now, you can leave. If you do not cultivate to the High God Shrine, you will never enter the tomb! Remember, you must not reveal my location. "
The elder waved his hand and directly took Ye Qinghan away. In the blink of an eye, Ye Qinghan and the divine bird had already appeared outside God Extinction Mountain, in the valley.
The Nine Remoteness Master's prediction was wrong. This was not the tomb of the Third Sorcerer God, but the hiding place of the Second Sorcerer God!
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