Hei Fengshen's infinite deduction to become a saint

Li Changshou did not go in directly. The Wu Clan had a profound foundation, and even though they had fallen into decline, they might still have some earth-shattering things left behind.

After thinking for a moment, he transformed back into human form, raised his hand, and a paper figure appeared in front of him.

The paper figure leaped towards the cave. The shamans who were about to enter the cave sensed a presence behind them and turned around abruptly.

Upon seeing the paper figure, their expressions changed drastically. "A creation of a cultivator!"

"Oh no, we've been discovered!"

But the paper figure simply raised its hand and pointed, and the stored power flowed out, with ancient shamanic characters flying out from the paper figure's hand.

"No need to worry, I have the blood of the witch clan."

"We urge those in charge to come forward and meet us!"

The group of witches exchanged glances, and the leader said to a younger boy next to him, "Go and inform the elders."

The boy turned and walked into the cave, and the situation reached a stalemate.

The leader of the witch clan was physically robust, with streamlined muscles that made him appear incredibly athletic.

Several members of the witch clan watched the paper figure nervously, vaguely surrounding it. One of the witch clan members had a glint in his eyes as he looked around.

Li Changshou had transformed into a withered insect, perched on a tree branch watching them; his search was destined to be futile.

Footsteps echoed from within the cave, and a thick, menacing aura swept over them.

A withered old man, leaning on a black cane, walked out step by step.

The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his whole body was filled with an aura of decay, looking like he was about to die, but the hidden evil energy within him was not diminished at all.

This is a powerful member of the Witch Clan whose strength is comparable to that of a Celestial Immortal.

But to Li Changshou's surprise, the other party's body was perfectly normal, with no inhuman features, and was even more human than many cultivators.

He was dressed in coarse cloth, barefoot, but his old eyes shone with a sharp light and a kind of cleanliness.

Li Changshou only glanced at it before realizing the difference between a shaman and a cultivator.

The cultivator's eyes were as cold as knives, like ancient ice, as if he were weighing the value of everything he saw, whether it could be devoured, or whether it could be used, just like a machine.

The shaman before me had emotions in his eyes, the pure emotions and desires that intelligent life should have.

The old man from the witch clan looked at the paper figure standing outside the cave entrance and said in a hoarse voice, "Since you've come, fellow Daoist, please come out and greet me."

Li Changshou thought for a moment, then jumped down from the tree branch in a flash.

In an instant, it transformed from a withered insect into a human form, its gaze calmly fixed on the old man.

Then, without hesitation, he activated the witch blood in his heart, and a connection of blood appeared.

All the shamans' eyes lit up, and their gazes were fixed on him.

The old man's eyes also held a mixture of surprise, joy, and complex emotions.

"Young man, how dare you practice both witchcraft and Taoism? You're courting death!"

Li Changshou's heart stirred, "The Witch Clan does indeed know some secret information."

Li Changshou bowed slightly, "Greetings, sir."

"May I ask you a few words, why is this a path to death?"

The old man reached out and touched his beard. "Heaven and earth cannot tolerate a powerful member of the Witch Clan."

"Now only in Beiju Luzhou and the Netherworld can some remnants remain."

"You are a human, cultivating the Path of the Primordial Spirit, and have accidentally awakened the witch blood within you, right?"

Li Changshou nodded. "The old gentleman has keen insight."

The old man continued, "You should discover that witch blood can suppress the spiritual pollution caused by the strange laws of heaven and earth."

"So we deliberately nurtured the witch bloodline, allowing it to grow to its current level."

Li Changshou was even more surprised. "Not bad."

"Then you should have noticed that the way the cultivators around you who practice the Path of the Primordial Spirit are looking at you has changed."

Li Changshou's eyes narrowed. "These cultivators are attracted by the witch blood in my body; they want to eat me."

The old man looked at Li Changshou and smiled, "Existences like you are actually quite common in the cultivation world."

"But after these people reached a certain level of maturity, they were eventually refined into powerful medicines."

Why did so many different lineages pass down the path of cultivation to the human race?

"One purpose is to cultivate special great medicines like you."

"The second objective is to show the human elites the path to advancement so they won't rebel against them too much, thus helping them better manage and nurture the human race."

"Now that you have stepped into the realm of True Immortal, once you advance to the level of Celestial Immortal, powerful figures from your lineage will take action against you."

"When you cultivate to the level of a true immortal, the cultivation method within your body will already record the aura of your cultivation of both witchcraft and Taoism."

"And your identity has already been passed on to the creator of this technique."

"After becoming a Celestial Immortal, you will definitely be secretly captured and refined into elixirs for Golden Immortals and Great Luo Immortals to consume."

Upon hearing this, Li Changshou was stunned, because this was information he had never heard of before.

There is no record of this in any of the collected records.

His expression shifted, but he knew it was likely true.

The old man continued, "If you don't believe me, you can observe how many humans in the various sects can cultivate to the Golden Immortal level."

"Most of the strongest figures in the major sects are transformed from naturally powerful beings."

A series of figures silently flashed through Li Changshou's mind. Even within the Jie Sect, there seemed to be very few humans who could reach the Golden Immortal realm.

Suddenly, he gained a deeper understanding of the darkness of this world, a mysterious restriction and an iron curtain shrouding everything.

With a heavy heart, he said again, "So that's how it is. The old gentleman has truly solved a huge mystery for me."

Li Changshou paused for a moment, then said, "I wonder if I might have the honor of learning witchcraft?"

The old man looked at him with a smile, "Anyone with witch blood is qualified to learn witchcraft, as long as they are willing."

"Many of our Wu tribe members today are descendants of humans who were transformed."

"These are the words passed down by Empress Pingxin, and we have followed them for millions of years."

"However, you have to promise me one thing."

Li Changshou looked at him and said in a deep voice, "What is it!"

"If my tribe faces a crisis in the future, you must help my people escape, as many as you can."

Li Changshou sighed upon hearing this, "I can only do my best."

"If it's about sending me to my death, then there's absolutely no way."

"That's enough," the old man smiled, a complex expression flashing across his face.

"Come with me, young man."

The other party did not ask Li Changshou's name, but simply recognized him because of the witch blood in his body.

Li Changshou was actually quite surprised; these witches seemed to be really simple-minded.

The other members of the witch clan also made way for him, their eyes no longer filled with hostility, but rather with curiosity.

Li Changshou saw kindness in their eyes, an emotion that could only be felt among mortal humans.

With mixed feelings, I followed them, venturing deeper into the dark cave.

After passing through a long passage, we arrived at a large hall-like place where many members of the Wu clan had gathered.

Some were processing food, some were forging weapons, and some were practicing witchcraft.

The cave is inlaid with pearls, radiating a hazy glow.

Curiosity gleamed in their eyes as they sized up Li Changshou.

Li Changshou also observed silently that this was a self-sustaining small society.

After passing through several passageways, they arrived at a large bone door.

When Li Changshou saw the gate, his heart skipped a beat, as an aura like that of an ancient, ferocious demon rushed towards him.

A terrifying image of a witch was painted on the gate.

He was a powerful figure, holding an amber-colored knife in his hand. Behind him, eighty-eight demon gods seemed to flicker, and his cold, ruthless eyes were filled with boundless demonic intent.

The moment Li Changshou saw him, it was as if he had seen a demon among demons.