12dz Chapter 276 The Blood Pool of the Witch Clan, A New Quasi-Saint!
Chapter 276 The Blood Pool of the Witch Clan, A New Quasi-Saint!
Chapter 276 The Blood Pool of the Witch Clan, Eleven New Quasi-Saints!
The Golden Wheel of Merit—what a precious thing this is!
Merit is the reward from Heaven for the good deeds of cultivators. With the golden wheel of merit protecting you, not only will your cultivation be twice as effective, but you will also have abundant blessings and prosperous fortune. Even saints dare not easily provoke you.
However, condensing the Golden Wheel of Merit is not an easy task. Zhao Gongming has made so many great contributions, from educating the human race to repairing the prehistoric world and organizing the starry sky, that it has only evolved into nine layers.
Although it is unknown where the two extra layers came from, each of the eleven golden wheels of merit in the younger brother's hands contains boundless power of merit, enough to make any Great Luo Golden Immortal knock on the door of Quasi-Saint!
"Brother—" Houtu looked at Zhao Gongming before her, her voice trembling slightly, "This price is far too high."
"It's alright. I have already evolved the Golden Wheel of Merit. The power of this merit is only enough to allow me to break through to the Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal level. Without this merit, with my background, reaching the Primordial Supreme Limitless Golden Immortal level would be a natural progression."
A confident smile appeared on Zhao Gongming's face. If he could help Houtu evolve the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, he would gain access to the base of a top-tier Chaos God and Demon.
At that time, his future growth potential will be as high as that of Shi Chen!
"younger brother----"
Looking at the spirited Zhao Gongming, Houtu was deeply moved. She took a deep breath, cupped her hands in greeting, and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, little brother."
She couldn't refuse, after all, it involved the future of the Witch Clan. As for how to compensate Zhao Gongming, she could simply give him her life!
The next day, as dawn broke.
Deep within the Pangu Temple lies a sacred place that has never been entered by outsiders since time immemorial—the Blood Pool of the Witch Clan.
The Blood Pool is located deep within the Wu Clan's leased territory of the Pangu Palace, surrounded by the ruins of twelve Ancestral Witch Palaces. Although the Ancestral Witch Palaces have long since collapsed, the barrier formed by the laws of the Ancestral Witches still exists, completely isolating the Blood Pool from the outside world.
At this moment, Houtu and Zhao Gongming stood side by side at the edge of the blood pool.
Behind them, eleven great shamans stood in a row.
These eleven great shamans are the last remaining elite force of the shaman clan. Each of them is a powerful expert at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and is the last hope of the shaman clan.
The leader was a woman wearing a black feather cloak. Her name was Jiufeng, and she was the closest being to the Ancestral Witch among the Witch Clan. Legend has it that she had the bloodline of the Ancestral Witch Xuanming flowing in her veins and was born with the ability to control wind and snow. Her strength was unfathomable.
Following the Nine Phoenixes was a giant blue python coiled on the ground. It was the Great Witch Xiangliu, with nine heads and a venomous body. He had once helped Gonggong rage and crash into Buzhou Mountain and was one of the best warriors of the Witch Clan.
Further on, there is Xing Tian, a descendant of Kuafu, wielding a shield and axe, his imposing presence unmatched; Feng Bo Fei Lian, who controls the power of storms; Yu Shi Ping Yi, who summons wind and rain; and several other great shamans, whose fame is not as great as the former, but each of them is a pillar of the shaman clan.
The eleven great shamans were all powerful warriors who had emerged from the bloody battlefields of the Lich Wars, and they were the last backbone of the shaman race.
At this moment, they stood quietly by the blood pool, their eyes filled with both expectation and determination.
Houtu looked around at everyone, her voice low and solemn: "Everyone, what we are doing today concerns the survival of our Wu clan. The Blood Pool is where the essence and blood of our Father God converge. Although it can help you break through your cultivation levels, the power of Pangu within it is extremely violent. If you are not careful, you will be annihilated, soul and body. Are you willing to give it a try?"
The eleven great shamans shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens: "We are willing!"
Houtu nodded in satisfaction and turned to face the blood pool.
The blood pool was bottomless, its surface calm as a mirror, yet faintly tinged with an eerie crimson hue, as if it were a mixture of magma and blood. Deep within the pool, some ancient and powerful being seemed to be slumbering, and the lingering aura of the bloodline of the Father God Pangu would occasionally flash a faint light in the depths.
"here we go."
Houtu whispered, then sat down cross-legged, formed a mudra with her hands, and began chanting incantations.
As her incantation rang out, the entire blood pool began to boil.
The crimson pool water surged violently, countless bubbles rose from the bottom of the pool and burst in the air, releasing a rich, primordial aura, the aura left behind when Pangu created the world, the most original and purest essence of life.
Houtu gestured with both hands, and a beam of dark yellow light shot out from her palms and disappeared into the depths of the blood pool.
Rumble—
As if something that had slumbered for billions of years was awakening, a series of deep rumbling sounds emanated from the depths of the blood pool. The pool water began to swirl violently, gradually forming a massive whirlpool.
Deep within the vortex, a phantom slowly emerged.
It was a colossal giant, its form blurred, yet radiating a suffocating pressure. Every vein in its body was clearly visible, flowing with fiery purple blood.
This is the last trace left by the Father God Pangu in the Blood Pool, and it is also the source of the Wu Clan's bloodline.
"Father God!"
Houtu knelt down and kowtowed to the phantom. The eleven great shamans also knelt down, their eyes filled with awe and excitement.
The phantom of Pangu seemed to sense Houtu's call and slightly opened its eyes. Those eyes were incredibly deep, as if they contained the mysteries of the entire universe. Finally, the phantom of Pangu gradually disappeared.
Houtu stood up, her voice resounding throughout the ancestral land: "Father God Pangu has agreed. Great Shamans, enter the pool!"
Xing Tian was the first to leap into the blood pool.
He was a descendant of Kuafu, born with divine strength. In the ancient war between the witches and demons, he could fight against the ten demon kings. He was the best among the warriors of the witch clan. At this moment, he stepped into the pool without hesitation, letting the crimson water swallow him up.
In the pool, waves of violent power surged into his body like a tide. Xing Tian's body trembled violently, his veins bulged, and his face was contorted, clearly enduring unimaginable pain.
Upon seeing this, Houtu immediately took action.
She formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Rays of dark yellow light shot from her fingertips and entered the blood pool, guiding the raging power of Pangu so that it no longer charged blindly but slowly merged into Xing Tian's bloodline.
At the same time, Zhao Gongming also made his move.
He tossed it out, and the first of the eleven golden wheels of merit shot out, hovering above the blood pool, radiating dazzling golden light.
The Golden Wheel of Merit contains boundless power of merit in each of its rings. At this moment, the golden wheel slowly rotates above Xing Tian's head, and golden light cascades down like a waterfall, entering Xing Tian's body.
At this moment, the power of Pangu in the blood pool and the power of merit of the Golden Wheel of Merit converged, collided, and merged within Xing Tian's body.
This is the key to breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level: the power of the Blood Pool provides the foundation of one's bloodline, while the power of merit provides cultivation; neither can be lacking.
However, merging the two forces is easier said than done.
That was the most violent power in the world, combined with a mind-blowing infusion of cultivation; a slight misstep could lead to demonic possession and eternal damnation.
Xing Tian looked up at the sky and let out a long howl, his voice filled with both pain and fervor.
The energy within his body began to surge wildly.
The Great Luo Golden Immortal has reached perfection!
The ultimate Great Luo Golden Immortal!
Just as he was about to reach that barrier between heaven and earth, a tremendous aura suddenly erupted from Xing Tian's body.
boom!
A bolt of blood-red lightning descended from the sky, striking straight at Xing Tian's head!
A catastrophe for heaven and earth!
This is not because the Heavenly Dao has noticed this place, but because it is a test of the self-balancing mechanism of Heaven and Earth for those who "pull up seedlings to help them grow" against the tide. If they pass this tribulation, they can leap over the dragon gate and become quasi-saints. If they fail to pass, they will die and their souls will perish!