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Chapter 1486 Ancient God Master
Jiang Ding stood there motionless.

After a long time.

"Never mind. We still have to take this risk."

Jiang Ding sighed softly: "An eighth-level treasure has been worn away for hundreds of thousands of years, and has been attacked and restrained by dozens of Hedao cultivators. Many of its formations have been broken."

"That's it. If there is still power above the He Dao, then there is nothing to say."

He no longer hesitated and stepped in.

The light around changed and flickered, and it was another world.

It was a dark world, there was wind, it was cold, the sky was pitch black, and the earth was covered in a dark fog, making it impossible to see the future clearly.

Jiang Ding's gaze first fell on the center.

This is a tablet that is like a black ink stone pillar, reaching from heaven to earth and piercing the clouds in the sky. There is a line of words written on it, and a deep sense of sorrow spreads out, which will last for hundreds of thousands of years.

'The spirit tablet of the ancient god master.'

This is the founder of the ancient Shinto sect, the spiritual seat of the ancient gods and celestial beings, and the great existence who opened up a world community for the survival of the human race.

Jiang Ding bowed slightly.

Below the tablet of the Ancient God Patriarch, there are many smaller tablets, all of which are the sages of the Ancient God Way, including cultivators in the Hedao realm. Among them, the ones with the strongest aura are the second to third generation masters of the Ancient God Way.

The fourth generation Taoist master does not have any tablet.

It should be that the ancient Shinto was destroyed too hastily, and nothing was done in time.

Jiang Ding was gazing at the spirit tablet of the ancient god master. Vaguely, his eyes blurred and a scene appeared.

A short dwarf monk with an ugly face, hated by his own people and hunted by foreigners, but he doesn't care. His happiness comes from himself and has nothing to do with anyone else.

His life had always been unfortunate. As a casual cultivator, he had no skills, no spells, no elixirs or magic weapons, and cultivation was extremely difficult. However, he did not care and continued forward step by step.

He often suffered from bad luck, being hunted by his own people, killing people for treasures, barely escaping death, being seriously injured and on the verge of death, and having all his savings exhausted.

He did not blame others or complain about the unfairness of fate. After his minor wounds were healed, he became optimistic and cheerful again. He thought that he would take revenge after his realm was improved. If his realm did not improve, he would not go.

Sometimes he was chased by foreigners who wanted to take him as a snack, and he would carefully avoid them.

Sometimes he became a slave of a foreign race, but fortunately he did not die for the time being. He diligently did everything a slave should do, carefully figured out his master's mind, gained his master's appreciation, and when the time was right, he broke free from the restrictions, executed all those who should be executed, faked his own death, and successfully escaped.

After escaping, he continued to practice optimistically...

He is undoubtedly extremely smart and has excellent qualifications. Even if he does not have any good inheritance, he can keep exploring, keep learning, and lift the restrictions of the demon clan by himself.

He was constantly learning and growing, and even though he was very cautious, he often faced life-and-death crises because he had no protection from any race.

With talent and a lot of luck, he slowly grew into a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Finally, on this day, he felt a certain throbbing in his heart, and vaguely felt that something deep in his blood had changed. This changed thing was asking for something from the universe, and some earth-shaking inheritance appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is a structure, a knowledge, a reincarnation, something involving the soul.

He called this knowledge gained from blood reincarnation!
This is not a technique or a spell; it is just a kind of structural and essential knowledge. How to use it depends entirely on yourself.

On this day, the ancient god master attained enlightenment.

He comprehended something called 'reincarnation' from his blood. He used a secret technique to dissolve his body and refined his soul into a 'seed of reincarnation'. He reincarnated into the blood of the powerful tribes around him, erasing the embryo's young soul and replacing it.

Whenever he grew up and surpassed this powerful tribe, he would immediately slaughter this powerful tribe without leaving a trace, use secret methods to cleanse the attachment in his heart and restore himself.

This kind of massacre was not done by one's own actions, but was caused by leading to internal unrest in the powerful tribe and invasion by powerful external enemies, which led to its natural destruction.

This kind of thing is very common between realms.

In this way, he continued to reincarnate, grew continuously, experienced many dangers and many opportunities, and finally achieved the status of a cultivator of refining emptiness. He looked into the future and believed that he would definitely achieve the status of being in harmony with the Dao in the future.

As for more, there is no way. He can only do this. The inheritance is too poor. It is too difficult to deduce the way to immortality out of nothing. The seeds of reincarnation that can see through the state of reincarnation above the He Dao, he cannot reincarnate into such a powerful clan.

However, one day, he encountered something.

A broken arm.

This broken arm flew from the sky and landed beside him. Countless distortions and aberrations poured into his soul. Countless strange and messy knowledge filled his sea of ​​consciousness, confusing everything.

From then on, the Ancient God Patriarch began to grow at a faster rate...

Until he became a being above the Hedao, the strongest in the world community, and could no longer find anyone who could be called an opponent. Then, he died suddenly.

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.

He seemed to sense a hint of kindness, and then a strong sense of malice, greed and desire.

"That arm..."

"Yes……"

Jiang Ding was about to ask something, but the next moment, his mind was empty, he forgot everything related to it, and stood there in a daze.

"What happened back then?"

Jiang Ding thought about it and felt that it was nothing important, so he remembered his purpose and asked.

"My friend, you have the Ancient God Order, right?"

That hoarse voice appeared again.

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"Yes."

Jiang Ding took out a token from the storage jade pendant.

This was obtained thousands of years ago when he broke through the Yin-Yang Reversal Formation of the Seventh-Level Yama Hell Equality King of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. It is a part of the ancient Shinto heritage.

"This is the true order of the ancient god."

"My friend, are you a direct disciple of the Ancient Divine Way?"

The hoarse voice said: "After becoming a direct disciple of the Ancient God Way, you can master the supreme inheritance of the Ancient God Way and easily control those war beast soldiers and those rebellious outer disciples."

"Come and accept your inheritance..."

The voice was ethereal and invisible, carrying a strong sense of guidance and temptation.

A pitch-black finger emerged from the void, gently guided it into the center of the blue-clothed boy's eyebrows, imprinted it, and injected something as black as ink.

Ding!
This pitch-black finger hit the tip of a flying sword and was instantly pierced, collapsing into a ball of black mist.

"Can we try another way?"

Jiang Ding said suddenly.

"For example, try to take over someone else's body directly."

"Directly invade my soul and try to control everything?"

The collapsed black fog was stunned.

"Quack quack..."

"Ugh……"

A hoarse voice sighed softly: "My friend, could it be that after being trapped in the Void Abyss for so many years, my soul has become so dull that I can't even deceive a kid who is thousands of years old..."

“Is the flaw really that big?”

He asked sincerely.

“A little bit, indeed.”

"It's too explicit. It's probably because you haven't come into contact with strangers for so many years that you're a little unfamiliar with them."

Jiang Ding consoled him, "A strong man like you doesn't need these methods. You can just use your grandeur to overwhelm others. Who can resist?"

"Hahaha……"

A hoarse voice laughed.

"it is good,"

"Then do as you say, my friend."

boom!
In an instant, the sky and the earth dimmed and fell into a black light. A series of dark poisonous snakes of spirits appeared between heaven and earth, carrying a terrifying aura that exceeded the web of heaven's rules, and instantly enveloped the young man in green.

(End of this chapter)