The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 32: Ancestor Sacrifice, the War is About to Begin!
At this moment, a lot of eyes were cast over.

In the main hall, the first seat was occupied by the Holy Lord of Wanchu Holy Land, and four people sat side by side, all of them had gray hair and old faces, and on both sides sat powerful men, who were the backbone of the holy land.

"Disciple Mu Wushuang greets the Holy Lord and the elders."

Mu Wushuang walked steadily into the center of the hall and bowed.

Those with the worst cultivation are all powerful, and are the big shots who dominate the Wanchu Holy Land. In addition, since he entered Wanchu, the Wanchu Holy Land has been very kind to him, so there is nothing wrong with being a Wanchu disciple.

"Good good!"

Saint Wanchu smiled as if he was looking at a treasure, and the other elders cheered but said nothing.

Suddenly, a supreme elder coughed slightly, bringing everyone back to their senses.

"Okay, Wushuang, we invited you here this time because we want to make something clear to you. The Holy Land has gathered all the resources you want, but we can't just give them to you directly. You need to prove that you are qualified to take these resources. Can you do it?"

Saint Wanchu spoke seriously, very solemnly.

Although these words were very realistic, Mu Wushuang could understand that the Wanchu Holy Land was not composed of only a few supreme elders and holy masters, but also consisted of many disciples and ordinary elders.

Mu Wushuang is now only a candidate for the Holy Son. He needs to prove himself, defeat all the people in Wanchu, become the true number one disciple, and ascend to the throne of the Holy Son of Wanchu.

As autumn approaches, the sky becomes bleak, the mountains and fields are covered with withered and yellow leaves, and it is cold and desolate.

Under the silver waterfall, Mu Wushuang sat cross-legged. Rays of white starlight as thick as his arms moved in and out of his chest like a dragon, driving the flow of light.

Shi Xuan, the grandson of the Grand Elder of Wanchu Holy Land and the first-rank candidate for the Holy Son, came out of seclusion three days ago, successfully sacrificed his four limbs, broke through the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and looked down upon Wanchu!
This piece of news is extremely important. Over the past three days, there have been undercurrents in the Wanchu Holy Land.

At the beginning, when Mu Wushuang had not yet come to Wanchu Holy Land, many people believed that the position of the future Holy Lord would definitely belong to Shi Xuan. His performance lived up to expectations and he made great progress all the way.

But when Mu Wushuang descended from the sky, his status was drastically different and could not be compared with his at all. Even the supreme elders who once supported him gradually shifted towards Mu Wushuang.

The vast Wanchu naturally does not only have the lineage of the Holy Lord, but also includes the Great Elder and many other elder councils, which together form the behemoth that is the Wanchu Holy Land.

During the time when Mu Wushuang left Wanchu and stayed in Taixuan Sect, Shi Xuan also had his own opportunities and found considerable fortune. In addition, he was older and had cultivated to the second level of the Four Extremes, so naturally he was able to reach perfection in the Four Extremes.

Now, the golden age is about to begin, and the major holy places of the Eastern Wilderness will all select their own successors. The meaning behind this is naturally very profound.

The battle for succession within the Holy Land has already begun.

Among the thousands of people, who doesn’t want to become the leader of the future holy land?
Who doesn’t want to be in charge of an immortal holy place and be admired by everyone?

Any normal person would not give up and would definitely fight for it. Now that the opportunity to show your ability is right in front of you and you don’t take it, do you still want to stand out in the future?
The hot favorite to become the Holy Son, the first candidate Shi Xuan has just broken through the four extremes of perfection, and is going to end the fight for the succession to the holy land with the absolute gap in realm.

It's not just the Wanchu Holy Land that does this. The rest of the holy lands, ancient families, and major aristocratic families all handle things this way.

The Son of God is not judged by talent, but by the absolute force of force required to lead and suppress all injustice.

In this regard, Great Elder Wanchu, the Holy Lord and others never interfered in these matters.

This is a battle between the younger generation of heirs. They went through the same thing in the past. It just depends on who will have the last laugh.

It doesn’t matter whose bloodline it is.

As a disciple of Wanchu Holy Land, what is important is that you can lead the holy land to glory.

Those who accomplish great things and hold power must be magnanimous and courageous. "On the eighth day of the ninth month, the ancestor sacrifice ceremony will be held, and the dispute over the Holy Son should also be resolved."

Mu Wushuang glanced at the contents on the jade talisman in his hand. September 8th would be the day for worshipping the founder of the Wanchu Holy Land. It would also be the end of the fight for the Holy Son of this generation in the Wanchu Holy Land.

After this day, the winner will represent Wanchu Holy Land and compete with many geniuses in the future golden age.

Such significance is naturally great, and it is also a declaration to all forces, indicating the selection of the future Holy Lord Wanchu.

Under the waterfall, Mu Wushuang took out a small stone book, which was engraved with dense small characters and divine patterns. It recorded a kind of inheritance. It was given to him privately by the Holy Lord Wanchu after he returned to Wanchu from Taixuan Sect.

One of the true inheritances of the "Hunyuan Sutra" in Wanchu Holy Land is about absorbing the chaotic energy in the body as Hunyuan energy, and using it to temper the soul and achieve the wonderful art of Hunyuan soul, which can be used to keep the world forever, slow down the decay of the soul, and make it full of vitality.

But Mu Wushuang felt that it was mostly exaggerated, otherwise the founder of Wanchu Holy Land would have been immortal long ago.

Over the past month, Mu Wushuang has been practicing the soul-forging method by absorbing the primordial energy of chaos into his body. He has been tempering his soul and transformed himself into a congenital god-like being, sitting on the green lotus of chaos, overlooking the dancing world of Saha.

At this moment, his mind moved, and a white light suddenly shot out from his forehead, like a magic sword being unsheathed, making a clanging sound, comparable to thunder across the sky.

The divine thought transformed into a three-inch-tall gray-white figure, and his entire body was as brilliant as if made of shining white gold.

He shot out like lightning without any weapon, but he pierced through the cave beside the waterfall with his body and smashed it into pieces with a punch.

Then the little man changed and turned into a pure white ancient bell in the sky, as if carrying the eternity and the long river of time, shaking the whole sky with a rumbling sound as if it was boiling.

Wow!

The waterfall was cascading, white and rumbling. Mu Wushuang stood up in the pool and exhaled. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and the long waterfall flowed backwards like a white silk hanging upside down.

The days passed one by one, and the inexplicable atmosphere in Wanchu Holy Land gradually disappeared.

Everyone is waiting for the arrival of September 8th, which will be an important day to determine the future Holy Lord of Wanchu Holy Land.

The elders and disciples, as well as many supreme elders, all had flickering eyes, waiting for the final result.

clang!
clang!
clang!
On this day, the golden sun was high in the sky, the sea of ​​clouds was sparse, and the azure blue was dyed with golden clouds, which was magnificent and majestic.

The Wanchu Holy Land was bustling with people, and behind the Central Temple, the immortal elders, true disciples, and candidates for the Holy Son were all present.

On an altar, surrounded by incense burners, is the statue of the ancestor of the Wanchu period, with a majestic and heroic figure, his eyes gazing towards the starry sky.

The light from heaven shines down, covering this strong and upright ancestral statue with a layer of rosy clouds, making it bright and clear, and leaving a legacy for future generations.

On the other side, on two high platforms, important figures such as Wanchu Saint Lord, Supreme Elder, Feng Wan, etc. gathered to preside over the ancestor worship.

But people's eyes couldn't help but fall on two places. They were the seats of the candidates for the Holy Son and the first candidate for the Holy Son, Shi Xuan, who was standing in the front.

The other place is where Mu Wushuang is. Although he is only the tenth sequence candidate for the Son of God, Mu Wushuang, who suppressed the Ji family's divine body with a wave of his hand on the Taixuanmen Star Peak, is also a hot candidate for the Son of God.

In the field, there were many cultivators with white hair and beards. They were all from the older generation. The younger generation had no idea how powerful they were.

There are even many who can be called living fossils. Although their realms have not broken through the king level, their combat power is so refined that it is terrifying and enough to defeat the leader of the sect or the saint.

Now, the ancestor worship was over, but no one in the field chose to leave. Even the supreme elders and the old antiques who could be called living fossils all stopped and focused their eyes on the two figures between the seats of the candidates for the Son of God.

(End of this chapter)