dognovel Chapter 1169 Ten Thousand Acres of Mountain Soul-Gathering Ghostly Bloom
Chapter 1169 Ten Thousand Acres of Mountain Soul-Gathering Ghostly Bloom
Wanqing Mountain.
It is shrouded in dark clouds all year round, never seeing the sun.
The mountains were filled with a heavy, gloomy atmosphere, the vegetation was withered and yellow, and everywhere exuded an aura of death.
Occasionally, a cold wind would blow by, making a howling sound, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down one's spine.
The three of them stepped out of the teleportation array and were instantly enveloped by a dense aura of yin energy.
Wu Zhen (Su Xiaoya) shivered and subconsciously moved closer to Wu Xian (Yu Shuheng).
"The Yin energy is so strong." Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) frowned, circulating his internal Wu power to resist the erosion of the Yin energy. "The Yin energy here is even stronger than that in the forbidden area of the Wu Clan."
Wu Xian (Yu Shuheng) looked around, his gaze solemn: "The Soul-Condensing Ephemeral Flower grows in places rich in Yin energy. It blooms at midnight, its flowers like glass, pale purple in color, with a restrained radiance and a fragrance that can penetrate metal and stone. It blooms for only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before withering and turning into mist. To cultivate it, one must find the place with the most concentrated Yin energy, and moreover, one must collect its stamens the moment it blooms."
"The place with the densest yin energy..."
Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) looked up and saw an ancient tomb on the summit of Wanqing Mountain. The tomb was shrouded in yin energy and flickered with ghostly fire. "That should be it."
The three exchanged a glance and cautiously made their way towards the ancient tomb atop the mountain.
The closer you get to the ancient tomb, the stronger the yin energy becomes.
The surrounding trees became increasingly twisted, like ghostly arms reaching out towards the three of them.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, and a rustling sound came from the woods.
"Who?!" Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) shouted, gripping the exorcism bell at his waist.
The bell rang, its clear and melodious sound dispelling the surrounding gloom.
Suddenly, a large group of mysterious black figures appeared in a dense forest.
They resemble humans in appearance, but their faces are completely devoid of features, as if they have been deliberately erased; their bodies are also permeated with a suffocatingly intense aura of malevolence.
"They're actually ghosts!" Wu Xian (Yu Shuheng)'s face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "These ghosts are originally the spirits of the dead in the ancient tomb. After being eroded and nourished by the yin energy for a long time, their nature has become extremely violent and cruel."
Before the words were even finished, the group of ghosts suddenly let out a piercing roar and pounced straight at them, baring their fangs and claws.
Faced with this sudden attack, Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) was not only fearless, but also extremely excited.
He shouted: "Perfect timing!" Then he quickly moved his arms, his hands rapidly forming a complex and mysterious hand seal.
In an instant, countless dazzling golden rays shot out from his palm like arrows, rapidly intertwining and condensing in the air into ancient runes that shimmered with strange brilliance.
In the blink of an eye, these runes formed an unbreakable shield, tightly enveloping the three of them.
The spirits charged menacingly at the rune-covered light barrier, but the instant they touched its surface, a series of shrill screams erupted.
Immediately afterwards, as if they had encountered some terrifying power, those ghosts turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, Wu Zhen (Su Xiaoya) did not dare to be negligent. She concentrated on channeling the powerful and surging witch energy within her body, and with her lips slightly parted, she recited an obscure and difficult-to-understand witch incantation.
This unique spell possesses an innate and powerful suppressive ability against spirits.
As Wu Zhen continued chanting incantations, the remaining spirits began to writhe and struggle in agony, eventually scattering in disarray.
Wu Xian (Yu Shuheng) took the opportunity to walk towards the ancient tomb.
The gate to the ancient tomb was tightly closed.
Ancient shamanic runes were engraved on the door.
"These are the sealing runes of the Witch Clan."
Wu Xian (Yu Shuheng) looked at the runes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "It seems that this ancient tomb is the tomb of a powerful figure from the ancient Wu clan."
He reached out and placed his hand on the door, circulating the witchcraft within his body.
The bloodline of the witch clan resonated with the runes.
"Crack!"
The ancient tomb gate slowly opened.
An even denser aura of yin energy surged from the ancient tomb.
The three of them took a deep breath and entered the ancient tomb.
The ancient tomb was empty and eerie.
In the very center, there is a stone coffin.
The stone coffin was engraved with countless runes.
Beside the stone coffin, there was a patch of soil as black as ink, upon which a faint purple light shimmered, like twinkling stars in the night sky.
“The seed of the Soul-Condensing Ephemeral Flower is right there!” A sharp glint, like that of a hawk, flashed in Wu Xian’s (Yu Shuheng’s) eyes.
He tiptoed forward and carefully took out the seed as if it were a rare treasure.
The seed was a pale purple, like a crystal-clear piece of glass, and only the size of a fingernail.
He gently buried the seeds in the black soil, and then, as smoothly as flowing water, guided the surrounding yin energy, continuously pouring it into the soil.
Wu Zhen (Su Xiaoya) was wielding powerful witchcraft, nurturing the seeds like a spring breeze caressing willows.
The growth of the Soul-Gathering Ephemeral is even more difficult than that of the Nine-Turn Marrow Cleansing Grass. It is like a delicate infant, requiring pure Yin energy for nourishment, without any trace of Yang energy mixed in.
The three men stood guard in the ancient tomb day and night, like three steadfast sculptures.
Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) set up a Yin-gathering array, which was like an invisible net that gathered the surrounding Yin energy;
Wu Xian (Yu Shuheng) created Yin Talismans, which acted as an indestructible shield to prevent the invasion of Yang energy.
Wu Zhen (Su Xiaoya) uses her delicate magical power to carefully nurture the seed like a loving mother.
During this time, the evil spirits in the ancient tomb came to harass them like a tide, but they were all repelled by the three of them working together, as cleanly and swiftly as autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.
Wu Xie (Su Mingyi)'s exorcism formation became more and more proficient, like a net that left no one with a way to escape.
Wu Zhen (Su Xiaoya)'s witchcraft is becoming more and more powerful, like a thunderbolt, making people shudder.
Wu Xian (Yu Shuheng)'s pharmacological knowledge became increasingly refined, like that of a master who had reached the pinnacle of skill, leaving people in awe.
Another century has passed quietly.
It was midnight on this day.
A faint, pleasant fragrance suddenly filled the ancient tomb.
The three of them woke up instantly.
On the black soil, a pale purple herb quietly bloomed.
Its petals, like glass, are crystal clear and have a restrained radiance. Within the flower's stamen lies a rich spiritual power.
The Soul-Condensing Ephemeral Flower has bloomed!
"Quick! Collect the flower stamens!" Yu Shuheng shouted.
Su Xiaoya didn't dare to delay and quickly reached out to carefully pluck the flower stamen.
As soon as I touched the flower stamen, a cool sensation instantly flooded my mind.
Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from inside the stone coffin.
"Crack!"
The stone coffin lid was slowly lifted.
A figure slowly sat up from the stone coffin.
It was an old man dressed in a black shaman's robe, with a withered face and closed eyes.
But he exuded a powerful aura.
"An ancient powerful witch!" Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) exclaimed, gripping the exorcism bell tightly.
The old man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were cloudy and murky, yet they exuded an air of vicissitude.
He looked at the three of them, then at the Soul-Gathering Ephemeral Flower stamen in Wu Zhen's (Su Xiaoya's) hand, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.
"The descendant of the Witch Clan..." The old man's voice was hoarse and aged, "I am the ancient Witch Xie, guarding Wanqing Mountain, awaiting the destined one." Upon hearing this, Witch Xie (Su Mingyi) trembled: "Witch Xie?! I am the Witch Xie of this generation!"
The old man nodded and looked at Wu Xie (Su Mingyi): "Indeed, the bloodline in your body is the same as mine. This Soul-Gathering Netherworld is a seed that I personally cultivated and passed down. Its stamens can nourish the soul and heal damage to the soul. The three of you, come with me."
The old man stood up and walked deeper into the ancient tomb.
The three exchanged a glance and quickly followed.
Deep within the ancient tomb.
There is an altar.
On the altar, there was a bronze mirror.
"This mirror is called the Soul-Suppressing Mirror, a supreme treasure of the ancient witch clan," the old man said slowly. "Back then, I fought a great battle with a ghost king, and my soul was damaged, causing me to fall into a deep sleep. Today, the three of you have cultivated the Soul-Gathering Netherworld, which can help me repair my soul."
Without hesitation, Wu Zhen (Su Xiaoya) handed the stamen of the Soul-Gathering Ephemeral Flower to the old man.
Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) did not stop Wu Zhen (Su Xiaoya) from giving him the medicine because he was afraid that this person might be the resurrected "Wu Xie".
The more powerful the Wu tribe becomes, the better!
The old man took the flower stamen and put it in his mouth.
Instantly, a rich spiritual power erupted from his body.
His aura also grew stronger and stronger.
After a while, the old man slowly opened his eyes. The cloudiness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by clarity.
"Thank you very much." The old man bowed to the three of them. "My soul has been repaired. I will give you this Soul-Suppressing Mirror. It can nourish your soul and resist inner demons, which will be of great benefit to you."
After saying that, he handed the Soul-Suppressing Mirror directly to Wu Xie (Su Mingyi).
Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) took the Soul-Suppressing Mirror and felt a cool sensation flow into his mind. He could feel that his soul had become more stable.
"Junior thanks senior!" Wu Xie (Su Mingyi) bowed.
The old man smiled, then turned around and pointed at the void.
A teleportation array appeared in front of the three of them.
"This formation leads to Shoe Sole Mountain," the old man said slowly. "The Dragon Blood Nirvana Vine grows in magma and is extremely dangerous. The three of you must be careful."
The three nodded, bowed to the old man, and then stepped onto the teleportation array.
With a flash of light, the three figures disappeared into the ancient tomb.
The old man looked in the direction where the three had disappeared, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes: "The future of the Witch Clan is entrusted to you."
After saying that, his figure slowly disappeared into the ancient tomb.