Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 361: Chapter 201: Underworld Member_5

As the medicinal power gradually dissolved, Wu Yi and the others’ eyes widened, blue veins bulging on their faces, appearing extremely painful.

But their entire bodies were restrained by the previous purple-black spiritual power, rendering them incapable of even wailing.

A few breaths later, strange blue-black patterns emerged on Wu Yi and the others’ faces, and the vitality within them slowly dissipated.

When those blue-black patterns rapidly climbed to their eyes, the life force of Wu Yi and the others vanished completely, leaving behind corpses with wide eyes and faces full of anguish.

Yet, just before their complete demise, less than a breath later, the corpses suddenly shivered!

Crack!

Crack!

Accompanied by the shivering of the corpses, a tooth-aching sound of bones creaking emanated from their bodies.

Swish!

Amidst the fine ”crack” sounds, Wu Yi, whose cultivation had reached the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer, suddenly stood up stiffly straight.

After moving his somewhat stiff body, he stood respectfully to the side, just like those of the Muhe Tribe.

After a few more breaths, the corpses of the nearby Barbarian Race warriors also began to stand up one after another.

This bizarre scene struck terror in the hearts of Mu Chang and He Zhongyi in the distance.

Though they dared not release their Divine Sense to inspect,

They could see with the naked eye that Wu Yi and the others had transformed into the same eerie state as the Muhe Tribe members.

”Controlling corpses... Is this witchcraft!?”

Mu Chang’s pupils shrank slightly as he muttered gravely.

”There was once a distant legend circulating within the Muhe Tribe.”

”It is said that in ancient times, there existed on the plains a group of exceptionally noble and unusual beings.”

”These beings, the males were called Shamans, and the females were called Witches.”

”Regardless whether Witch or Shaman, they possessed the ability to communicate with deities, claiming to be messengers of the gods, conveying the will of the divine.”

”The deities bestowed upon them the Divine Power to resurrect the dead and bless the living, earning the awe and respect of all tribes on the plains.”

He Zhongyi furrowed his brows upon hearing this.

Are Witches and Witch Cultivators the same?

Shen Li is now a Witch Cultivator. Are these people the same, a group of Witch Cultivators?

Under the watchful gaze of the two, those mysterious robed figures in the distance moved once more.

They each formed a spell, commanding thousands of men, women, and children of the Muhe Tribe gathered around the withered tree to walk into the distance.

Wu Yi and the others followed among them.

Their movements were stiff and bizarre, yet their pace was not slow at all.

”Are they heading for Flame Lake Ridge as well?”

Seeing the direction the black-robed figures were heading, He Zhongyi suddenly frowned and said.

Mu Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing the anger in his heart as he spoke in a deep voice, ”Young master, let’s follow and take a look.”

He Zhongyi nodded, the two immediately concealing their aura, quietly trailing behind the main group.

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Luoxia Mountain.

The once Immortal Blessed Land has completely turned desolate now.

The ancient trees on the mountain have withered, the earth cracked, the Spiritual Springs dried up, and the Spirit Fruits and Spirit Medicines painstakingly cultivated by the predecessors of Luoxia Mountain have all been lost.

Sect Hall.

Many Peak Masters and Sect Elders of Luoxia Mountain gathered together.

Despite suffering such a grievous loss, the higher-ups of Luoxia Mountain showed no signs of dejection, instead, they wore smiles and chatted happily.

All because Jiang Xiuqi had successfully broken through to become a true Golden Core Realm Cultivator.

As for the Mountain Gate Blessed Land, Spiritual Springs, and Spirit Fruits, they are gone and so be it.

Once Jiang Xiuqi stabilizes his realm, he can seize another place.

At the head of the Sect Hall, Le Zhiyi sat on the Sect Leader’s Throne, while Wei Qiuling and Shen Wen’an stood beside her.

To this, none of the Peak Masters and Elders of Luoxia Mountain found anything amiss.

Wei Qiuling is the next Sect Leader of Luoxia Mountain, and Shen Wen’an, whether as a genius Sword Cultivator or as her Dao Companion, is fitting to stand in that position.

”Alright, everyone quiet down.”

Le Zhiyi spoke, and the low-pitched conversations among the high-ranking members of Luoxia Mountain ceased as they looked over.

”Now that Master Jiang has achieved the Golden Core Dao, our Luoxia Mountain has become a Golden Core Immortal Sect. Though not yet comparable to the Upper Three Sects, we are no longer the same.”

”The matters I am about to discuss, everyone should take note of seriously.”

Le Zhiyi paused briefly before continuing, ”The current priority is to choose a new Blessed Land to settle the disciples.”

”There is no need to think about seizing from other forces, just choose somewhere as a transition.”

”Junior Brother Miao will be responsible for this task.”

Her gaze turned towards a shrewd-looking middle-aged man below with a mustache.

That middle-aged man slowly stepped out and cupped his hands, ”I will comply with the Sect Leader’s orders.”

Le Zhiyi nodded and continued, ”After selecting the Blessed Land, we must quickly prepare a Golden Core Assembly, inviting some forces and Immortal Sects from Danzhou to participate, to let them know that our Luoxia Mountain now has a Golden Core powerhouse stationed.”

This point is very important.

Given the destruction of our Mountain Gate and the loss of the Mountain Protection Array, spreading this news is meant to deter those with ill intentions and provide protection for Sect disciples.

”Elder Luo will be in charge of this matter.”

Le Zhiyi’s gaze turned to Luo Yao below.

Luo Yao stepped forward slowly and bowed, ”I will comply with the Sect Leader’s orders.”

”There is one more matter.” Le Zhiyi pondered for a moment, looking towards a stern-faced figure among the many Peak Masters, who was carrying a long blade, and said, ”Junior Brother Tu, make a trip to Tingfeng Valley afterwards and inquire about the Fetal Breathing Realm Cultivators surrounding the Mountain Gate some time ago, aside from the Loose Cultivators, which Noble Families or Immortal Sects were involved.”

When saying this, a faint killing intent emerged from Le Zhiyi’s being.