You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 207: The Old Witch's Wishes for a Final Resurrection

On the stairs of the altar of the Beixue tribe, the chief wizard walked up step by step, holding a wizard staff shaped like a spear in his right hand, which made a dull sound as his steps went down.

His pale hair fluttered in the wind, and snowflakes fell on his linen-like hair one by one and melted away in a moment.

Most of the warriors of the Northern Snow Tribe gathered under the altar, less than a thousand people. Many of them were missing limbs. They were leaning on cold iron spears, with sorrow in their eyes.

The older one looked to be around 30 years old, while the younger one might have just completed the coming-of-age ceremony. He leaned against the wall with a dazed look in his eyes.

Yes, this might be the last coming-of-age ceremony for the Beixue tribe. They had just finished drinking the water of tracing back to the source, and before they could report the good news to their families, they were already holding the scratched cold iron spears in their hands, and red blood was flowing into their palms.

Now, the strongest warriors in the tribe are almost all dead, and the pillars who followed the leader to the North Sea to escort the Chosen One [Qiu] have not returned yet.

The demons from Hantian Cliff invade here almost every day, capture tribesmen and consume the manpower of the Beixue tribe.

The Beixue Tribe is now far weaker than it used to be. It is not much different from the Nanshan Tribe and the Dong'an Tribe which have long declined. I wonder how long it can last.

The warriors looked up with gloomy hearts at the old witch who walked step by step to the altar, clenched their fists, and were unaware of the gaping wounds, letting the blood flow.

"Warriors, Beixue is almost at its last moment. Within seven days, the chosen demon from Frost Sky Cliff will personally lead tens of thousands of demon warriors to devour us."

The old witch's voice was older and hoarser than when [Qiu] participated in the coming-of-age ceremony four years ago, and it contained the heaviness of a bronze bell that could not be actuated.

He had his back to the warriors, with his staff standing upright on the stone slab of the altar. Facing the many ancestral tablets on the altar, he seemed like a wizard communicating with the past and present.

Gradually, everyone raised their heads and listened to his sonorous voice: "Our ancestors have granted us the right to survive. The blood of our ancestors flows in our bodies. Beixue is our home. Even the most powerful demon tribe cannot defeat us.

But in this critical moment, no matter how many empty words we say, it will be useless. The glory of our ancestors has been integrated into our blood. Now there is only one thing we can do."

At that moment, everything was silent. Everyone knew what the old witch was going to do. They clenched their teeth, their arms trembled, and their eyes were filled with unspeakable light and contradictions.

The ancestors did give the tribe the power to survive for tens of thousands of years, but such power requires a medium, and the medium is the tribe’s shaman.

The old witch is a medium, and he has been doing this for thousands of years.
"Follow the guidance of our ancestors and look for the next Beixue witch. He will take over my responsibility and wait for the return of the Chosen One to restore Beixue's glory."

The old witch still had his back to everyone. No one knew what his expression was at the moment, but his voice revealed the power of going against the current.

He raised his left hand, which was like a dry tree branch. A light tapping sound came from the altar. The ribbons that were strung together like flower chains danced against the wind. Invisible air floated above hundreds of tablets, condensing into shape with the white snow as the base.

The tribal warriors were amazed at what they saw, and recalled the legends about the old witch that their elders had passed down. The old witch sat alone in his witch hall, and every year newborn babies would learn knowledge from him, and even grandfathers' grandfathers had been taught by the old witch.

This old man has always been kind and has never been seen to lose his temper. The students he taught are spread throughout the entire tribe, and he knows each of his students' names and has never made a mistake.

He usually does not participate in the decision-making of the tribe. The two buildings he values ​​most are the altar and the North Snow Tower, which are far more important than where he lives.

There is a legend that the witch has the power to destroy the world. The previous generation of witch single-handedly blocked tens of thousands of monsters and resolved a major crisis for the Beixue tribe. Even though Beixue had declined after that crisis, no one questioned the status of the witch.

Of course, the Beixue tribe has had more than two generations of shamans, and has encountered more than one crisis. The number of tablets on the altar is not fixed.

But at this moment, the tablets that could not be eroded by wind and snow emitted a faint light, and the white snow condensed like a tornado above carved out the outline of a young girl, whose white cheeks gradually became clearer and more solid, like a snow sculpture.

Some older soldiers were stunned for a moment, as if the daughter of an old comrade was reluctant to get married.

A young soldier frowned slightly, as if he had seen her at a coming-of-age ceremony some year. She was very handsome, but he refused to leave.

They didn't know why the ancestor chose that girl, no, why he chose that woman. The ancestor's choice of someone was a miracle in itself. The only one who could communicate with the ancestor was the old witch, and they were willing to believe the old witch.

"The ancestors responded to us. The next generation of witches they chose is..." The old witch paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and suddenly said in a clear and loud voice: "[Hua]!"

When hearing this word, some people were confused and some were surprised. Most of them actually didn't know the person mentioned by the old witch. After all, people grow up every year. Who would pay special attention to the girl who secretly stayed in Beixue a few years ago without getting married?
But at this moment, they had no time to care about the new witch, because the old witch in front of them was gradually wrapped in a layer of white light, and it seemed that some mysterious light rose from under the earth, and with the response of the altar, it floated towards the body of the old witch, submerging him.

The light was warm, cold, stinging, numb and hard. It was like mountains and oceans suddenly born on the wasteland, injecting surging vitality into the old witch's body.

The young warrior, who was very insightful, suddenly realized something. His eyes widened in amazement. "Spiritual rhythm?"

They all grew up listening to the legends told by the old witches or the stories told by their fathers. They are very familiar with the most fundamental power in the world, "Spiritual Charm". They even fantasize that if the seal of the northern realm is opened and the spiritual charm flows back into this world of ice and snow, they will be able to fly and prolong their lives.

But who would have thought that the spiritual energy that had been dried up in the old witch's mouth for tens of thousands of years was actually buried underground?

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the white light ball on the altar flowed and changed, like a pure light cocoon. With a click, the bottom end of the wizard's staff pierced out from the light cocoon and hit the stone slab with a crisp sound.

The white light gradually faded away, and the joints of the fingers of the right hand holding the wizard's staff were distinct. The wide sleeves of the robe danced in the wind, and the body of the old wizard appeared in the white light like jade emerging from water. His black hair bounced, the wrinkles on his face had been smoothed out, the edges were like knives, and the eyes in the narrow corners of his eyes were like swords.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was like thunder: "Before I fall, Beixue will not die. Before the Chosen One returns, I will not fall!"

(End of this chapter)