Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Chapter 96 Disappearance

"Is the effect so obvious?"

Zhang Xuan was the third to open the witch pattern.

When the witch pattern was fixed on his back, he suddenly felt that he was connected to a great world in the dark.

This great world transmitted a constant stream of energy to him through the witch pattern.

This wonderful feeling is beyond words.

Although he was at the third level of body refinement, this witch pattern still enhanced his physical strength by 10%.

"Could that great world be the Xuanming Great World?"

Zhang Xuan once heard from the second clan leader that the ancestor witch practice was not to draw qi into the body, but to cultivate the witch pattern and use the sacrifice of living souls to obtain the divine power from the Xuanming Great World.

Now it seems that the legend is mostly true.

Everyone opened the witch pattern in this way.

The strength was greatly improved.

Although most of the members of the dung picking team were in the early stage of Qi refinement.

However, after dancing into the other shore and the witch pattern opening, each of them is now comparable to the middle stage of Qi refinement.

After everyone opened the witch pattern, there were more than 60 merit seeds left.

Zhang Xuan put them all away.

"Let's go to the Ancestral Witch Temple now."

Zhang Xuan's consciousness moved, and the blood-thirsty bat came out of the Shangyu Dharma Image.

Everyone jumped on the blood-thirsty bat.

The blood-thirsty bat flew all the way and soon arrived at the Ancestral Witch Temple.

The Ancestral Witch Temple is a hundred feet high.

Although it is not as good as the five major temples, it still looks majestic.

The airtight prohibitions of the Ancestral Witch Temple are much stronger than those of the market.

"Now that we all have the cultivation of witch slaves, can we really go in?" Zhang Xuan said without comment.

"We will know if we try it." The old oily head said and stepped in first.

"Swoosh--"

The layers of prohibitions opened automatically without any obstruction.

"Success."

Everyone was delighted and rushed in.

Through the prohibitions, they came to the periphery of the Witch Ancestor Temple.

I saw that the Witch Ancestor Temple in front of me was actually well preserved.

There are dozens of side houses on the periphery.

"Let's find these houses first." Zhang Xuan said and stepped forward.

When approaching these side rooms, Zhang Xuan found that there were quite a few skeletons of witch slaves around the house.

Countless years have passed, and these skeletons have been dehydrated and turned into mummies.

"Strange." Zhang Xuan looked at these mummies with doubts.

"What's wrong?" asked the old oily head.

"These bodies did not struggle or twist before death, and the bodies are also intact."

"There is only one possibility, these people were killed instantly by the supreme strong."

"How high is the cultivation level to kill so many witch slaves instantly?"

The clothes and storage bags on these witch slaves have been broken, but the first-level witch weapons are still preserved.

Zhang Xuan didn't care about these things at all.

He led everyone into the first side room first.

There was only one skeleton in this side room.

The old oily head looked at the skeleton and said, "This skeleton is a witch's cultivation."

"It seems that only witches have their own houses outside the Wuzu Temple. The witch slaves can only stay outside, and there are no houses for rest."

"These witch slaves may not be qualified to live in the Wuzu Temple on a daily basis. It is possible that a terrifying existence attacked Wushan, and a large number of witch slaves poured into the periphery of the Wuzu Temple to seek shelter." The old oily head drank a sip of Lao San Shao and said.

"Well, this witch is equivalent to the cultivation of a foundation-building cultivator. There should be some good things in these houses. Let's separate and search these houses." Zhang Xuan said.

"Yes."

The members of the dung-collecting team scattered and searched these side rooms.

Zhang Xuan stayed in the first side room to search.

He first explored the remains of the witch in front of him.

Like the witch slaves outside, the remains of this witch also turned into a mummy.

He sat cross-legged, as if he was killed instantly while practicing meditation.

He walked around the remains of the witch.

There is no storage bag, no witch weapon.

He searched the whole room again. Except for the tables and chairs which were first-class spiritual materials, there was nothing else.

"This is a witch who is equivalent to the foundation-building ancestor. It's too shabby." Zhang Xuan sighed.

Others also walked out of the side room with their heads down.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Xuan asked.

"The room is empty, there is nothing." Zhang Dawu said.

"These witches are too cunning. I guess they all entered the inner hall of the ancestral witch temple to save their lives and took away all the things." The old oily head said with a dejected look.

"The witches have entered the inner hall? But why did this witch stay here and wait for death?" Zhang Xuan was very puzzled by this witch.

Witch slaves do not have the authority to enter the inner hall, but witches do.

This witch can enter the inner hall to save his life like other witches, so why doesn't he leave?

"There must be something wrong."

Zhang Xuan entered the side room again.

The remains of the witch in front of him pointed the middle finger of his right hand to the sky, and his left hand made a calculation gesture.

He carefully moved the remains of the witch to one side and saw a dark mat.

After tens of thousands of years, the mat was already in tatters, and it was obviously not a spiritual treasure.

"How can an ordinary mat be preserved for tens of thousands of years?"

Zhang Xuan was puzzled.

He circled around the mat and sat cross-legged on it.

He imitated the body movements of the remains of the witch.

He made a calculation gesture with his left hand and pointed his right middle finger to the sky.

Suddenly, something was surging in the mat.

Zhang Xuan wanted to leave, but his body couldn't move at all.

"It's over... I've been tricked..."

Zhang Xuan felt miserable.

At this moment, the witch pattern on his back began to move.

A more vast witch power flowed into his body from the futon.

After the witch pattern absorbed this witch power, it grew rapidly.

The remains of the witch in front of him were also shaking.

Suddenly, a living soul jumped out of the remains of the witch and entered the witch pattern on his back directly.

"Could it be... that he was possessed?" Zhang Xuan felt miserable.

A living soul comparable to the ancestor of foundation building, laying out the young people for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for him to fall into the trap.

The witch pattern emitted a more brilliant light.

He felt that the spiritual power and blood power in his body were all absorbed by the witch pattern.

"If this continues, I will become a mummy before I am possessed successfully."

He wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't even shout a word in his throat.

The old oily head saw that Zhang Xuan had not come out, so he went into the house.

Seeing Zhang Xuan sitting on a black cushion, unable to move.

At this time, Zhang Xuan's blood and energy were almost exhausted, and the whole person became skin and bones, with only one breath left.

"No, I was hit by the witch's trick." The old oily head was shocked.

He took out Zhang Xuan's storage bag and found more than 60 merit seeds from it.

For a witch slave, merit seeds are a great tonic.

The effect is not inferior to the golden elixir for Qi refining cultivators.

"I can't care so much now."