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Chapter 1227

The Earthly Witches indeed harbored secrets. Zhou You, having learned the whole story, deduced that the Totem Ancestral Witch must be plotting a grand scheme.

He used the full strength of his sorcerer clan to invade fifty states, and seized control of six northern states. He even attempted to assimilate into the human race through various policies.

This method is not new; many ethnic groups in history have used similar methods to change their appearance.

"This person has great ambitions but malicious intentions."

The truth is, no matter how glorious the Witch Clan was in the past, its population and strength are now far inferior to those of the Human Clan.

The fall of the six northern prefectures was more due to the lack of unity among the people. In order to eradicate the power of Bei Xuan Zhu, the capital deliberately watched as the witches swept across the north and cleaned up the remnants of Zhen Bei Ge.

Only the six northern states, which account for only one-eighth of the fifty states in the world, actually fought against the witches.

The human race's high command could see this, as could the totem ancestral witches.

Therefore, they occupied the six northern states, and that was the end of it. They even consolidated their power by bribing and winning over many forces.

This move is clearly a sinister and malicious scheme to replace the Han with the Hu.

The culprit was none other than the immortal old man hiding behind the scenes, the totem ancestral witch.

Upon realizing this, Zhou You felt a surge of murderous intent; he knew he couldn't let the mastermind get away no matter what.

Hmm, his gaze fell on the Senluo Witch in front of him.

This person is one of the two generals under the Holy King, and it is possible to capture the Holy King and the totem ancestor witch behind him through him.

As 'Xiaoyaozi' conceived his plan to travel around, he weighed the cauldron that had broken out of the ground and instantly unleashed countless strokes of his brush.

Each stroke, simple yet grand, outlines a series of seal characters, flowing like water and converging on the surface of the cauldron.

For written words to be passed down for thousands of years, they must have something to carry them, and metal and stone are among the most durable carriers.

Bamboo and paper will eventually decay, but the words carved on stone tablets and gold artifacts can be preserved for thousands of years.

"The tricks of the Yuanding School are nothing new."

Senluo Wu scoffed. His opponent had seal script, and he had totems. Today, he would let the pinnacle of human and witch civilization clash to see who would prevail.

A large green mist rose around Senluo Wu, and the particles floating in the mist were clearly the basic patterns that made up the totem. These patterns echoed each other, connected in the air, and in an instant, they intertwined to form a complex and dense pattern.

Since the revival of totem ancestral witches, the totem level of witches has advanced by leaps and bounds, and their functions have experienced a surge.

One of the main reasons for Zhenbei Ge's downfall was that when the Holy King Mingqiu fought against him, he suddenly used a totem to bind Zhenbei Ge's left hand, causing Zhenbei Ge to lose his balance and be exploited.

Senluo Wu possesses the legacy of a Martial Saint and is also proficient in Wu clan techniques, making him a rare dual-cultivation prodigy.

His mastery of the Totem Way surpassed that of his peers; even the Holy King frequently discussed the Dao with him, exchanging experiences and insights. "Particle Totem, this is my exclusive secret technique, Xiaoyaozi, let me broaden your horizons!"

Senluo Wu was no stranger to the Golden Immortal Path. Back then, the Floating Jade Dao Master colluded with the Wu Clan and sent several waves of envoys to the Northern Territory to communicate with the Wu Clan's high-ranking officials. Among them, Kunzi was the most powerful.

The two sides exchanged a considerable amount of knowledge about seal script and totems. While they weren't experts, they had a fairly good understanding and were not completely ignorant. The particle totem, for example, was developed by referencing the 'granular' characteristic of seal script, evolving into a flexible and varied pattern.

In particular, the revival of totem ancestral shamans has subtly promoted the overall improvement of the shamanic community, and has greatly promoted the development and derivation of totems in various schools.

The particle totem of Senluo Wu is an innovation that the totem ancestor shaman most admires.

The Totem Ancestral Witch was even inspired by this; if he had used particle-based methods when analyzing his body and fist intent, he could have recovered his former strength tenfold.

“Xiaoyaozi, the disease of the human race lies in arrogance. You always think that you are the best in the world and regard other races as lowly.” “But among all living beings in the world, there are outstanding individuals who are not necessarily worse than you.”

"I, Senluo Wu, will today use particle totems to thwart your proud path of seal script."

Suddenly, a vast expanse of green mist swept in.

Each totem particle, like a swarm of insects, gathers and disperses freely, resembling the swarming pattern by which shamans absorb Gu worms.

This pattern is quite wild, but it lacks the neat and orderly characteristics of seal script.

Xiaoyaozi's fingertips danced rapidly across the cauldron, the characters he wrote flowing and covering most of the cauldron's surface.

This bronze cauldron, inside and out, has been imbued with the beauty of inscriptions, and even the patina has taken on a refined, scholarly air.

Under the influence of the power of seal script, the material of the bronze tripod is elevated to a level that transcends metal, infinitely approaching a crystal-clear 'jade-like' quality.

At this moment, a vast array of particle totems descended, covering the bronze cauldron like a thick green carpet.

The densely packed particles, like venomous insects, frantically gnaw and devour, damaging each character, dismantling its form and destroying its spirit.

Once the power of the written word itself retaliates, the power contained in the totem will surge and suppress.

"Isn't this situation a perfect reflection of the reality that we, the shamans, have overwhelmed the human race?"

Senluo Wu unleashed a punch from afar, instantly transforming all things into its form. This punch contained the power of the Heavenly Sect, which was precisely the operation of the supreme martial saint inheritance in the "Senluo Chapter".

Millions of years later, the martial arts of the Martial Saint of All Things reappeared in the world.

Through Xiaoyaozi's eyes, Zhou You saw a punch coming towards him, and the figure of 'Xiang Lang' in his memory became clearer from being blurry.

He had also witnessed fragments of the past of the Myriad Manifestations Martial Saint in the underground ruins, but those young men, youths, and middle-aged men were just 'elephant boys,' not the Myriad Manifestations Martial Saint who had mastered the art of boxing.

The power of Senluo Wu's punch was inherited from the peak of the Myriad Manifestations Martial Saint, unleashing the power of the Heavenly Sect to shake even a Half-Saint. "Well done!"

Xiaoyaozi turned around, dodging the direction from which the punch was most powerful.

What seemed like a simple concession surprised Senluo Wu greatly. "How did he see through the trajectory of my fist technique?"

What happened next was even more surprising.

Xiaoyaozi pointed at the bronze tripod and said loudly, "The highest realm of seal script is to grasp its meaning and forget its form."

"Your totem can damage the form of the characters, but it cannot erase their inherent essence and meaning."

As they spoke, the bronze cauldron shone brightly, its brilliance undiminished by the layers upon layers of superimposed particle totems.

The power emanating from the cauldron is overwhelming and destructive, capable of crushing everything in its path.

With just a slight tremor, the bronze cauldron hummed, and the particle totems covering its surface turned to ashes at the same time.

The affliction spread from his fingertips, his physical body collapsing into particles of powder. As he stood there in a daze, he suddenly opened his mouth and vomited something—a four-legged creature with two wings, none other than the strange Gu that the Holy King had given him before his departure… the Elephant Worm.

The weevil shook its head and, upon seeing the bronze cauldron, let out a terrified scream that penetrated to the very soul.

At the same time, the Holy King Mingqiu, who was sitting upright in the Witch King's Court, heard the screeching of the elephant insect and suddenly stood up, exclaiming, "Disaster is imminent!"

The nightmare that had tormented him countless times had come true.

(End of this chapter)