The Soul Witch Guild has a little gloomy building, and even the flowers and plants that bloom inside are gray.

"There are not many people in the guild on weekdays. Most of them are training outside or going to nearby villages to assist in the production." Jiang Hunwu said. He is now a third-grade soul witch, so he doesn't have to run around.

As the two were talking, they saw a young man standing at the door. The young man was wearing a plain clothes, and there was a faint sorrow between his eyebrows. He was not tall, slightly shorter than Chu Yi, and his body was a little thin, but as gentle as jade.

Behind him was an old man with a white beard, leaning on a crutch and looking serious.

"Who are you? I have never seen you in the Soul Witch Guild, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter the inner hall without authorization!"

Jiang Hun Witch scolded.

The inner hall is a major place, not to mention that he could not detect the aura of this young man as a person in the land of sin, so he suspected that he was a person from the outside world.

"Don't be rude!" The old man frowned and knocked his crutch hard on the ground.

Jiang Hun Witch wanted to speak, but was stopped by Chu Yi.

Chu Yi smiled and said, "I didn't expect that someone could cultivate true energy in the Land of Sin. It seems that the curse on the people in the Land of Sin may not be able to be resolved."

The boy was slightly surprised and then smiled and said, "How do you determine that I am a person from the land of sin? I think the true energy on myself is almost the same as that of the outside world."

"Because there is still only wizard power in the human body behind you."

The boy was stunned and his eyes flashed: "I forgot. It seems that people are old and have poor memory. Then do you see, how good is my cultivation?"

"The Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage is only half a step away from entering the realm of enlightenment." Chu Yi exclaimed, "I have observed that people in this world, even the soul witch, are the so-called witch power that weakens the true essence. The witch power of the same quality is far inferior to the true essence, so I predict that the witch power is just the true essence covered by something. The curse locks a part of the true essence and weakens into witch power."

"You don't look like a young man." The young man exclaimed.

"The Great Soul Witch is gifted and has such achievements in this difficult place. Once you break free from the curse, you may be able to enter the realm of God immediately." Chu Yi said slowly.

"Big Soul Witch?" Jiang Soul Witch murmured, stuttering a little.

"How do you know?" the old man said curiously.

"I once heard that among these eighteen sin lands, there is a great soul witch who is powerful."

Chu Yi smiled and said, "Since you can appear here, and you are strong, you agree with my statement to you, the people of the Land of Sin. I really can't think of anyone else who can reach this level."

"If there are strong people in the realm of God-Enlightenment in the land of sin, you don't have to survive so much."

"What's more, the soul witch elders hidden in the void will not watch you, an outsider, walk around here openly, right?"

After Chu Yi finished speaking, the smile on the boy's face became even more intense: "I came out of seclusion not long ago. I heard the following report that there were legendary mythical figures in the Land of Sin, so I came here specially. I didn't have any hope at first, but you are so young that even if you are not the savior of our Land of Sin, you are a rare peerless genius."

"Everyone, come out."

As the boy finished speaking, he saw a sound of cracking inch inch in the void, and soul witches in strange costumes stepped out.

Although their aura was hidden, in Chu Yi's eyes, it was vast and the energy in his body was like turbulent waves.

"These...the presidents of the eighteen guilds!" Jiang Hun Witch was so scared that she almost held her breath. Her eyes were rumbling around, and she didn't know where to put them.

Eighteen cities and eighteen presidents are all here. Each of them is a first-class soul witch, and there are countless magic weapons they have in their hands.

"Young man, you were wrong just now. Although the soul witch is similar to the weakened true energy, it is not just weakened, but has caused a change, allowing us to be quite proficient in the formation." A big man with dark skin and a handful of firewood on his back laughed.

"President Du, why do you come to see the Great Soul Witch with firewood on your back? It's so embarrassing." An old goatee said seriously.

"Inappropriate!"

The man smiled embarrassedly and looked honest: "Didn't I just chopping wood and I was summoned? You are in charge of the etiquette and rules of the Soul Witch, but can you give me some face in front of the guests?"

"You don't have to worry, this little brother. President Yang has no bad habits except being cautious."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Chu Yi looked at more than a dozen people. For some reason, although it was his first time meeting, he always felt that they could resonate.

Yang Weitian snorted and said to Chu Yi: "I guess Xiaoyou Chu knows that myth. To be honest, I am not optimistic. Our ancestors made a big mistake, were punished by heaven and earth, and violated the rules. This is natural, and there is no savior at all."

"But, since the Great Soul Witch proposes to let us take a look, we are here."

The Great Soul Witch nodded and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Chu, please."

With his sleeves waved, the space was immediately distorted. When he returned to normal, he had already reached an underground place.

"The Great Soul Witch is a good method." Chu Yi exclaimed sincerely.

"I broke through the limitations of witch power and cultivated my true energy, but in fact, I did not break the curse, it was just a trick of carving insects." The boy shook his head.

The eighteen presidents stood respectfully, and Jiang Hun Witch looked even more uneasy.

The spacious underground is empty, and a river flows slowly.

On the edge of the river, there is an altar with slowed down worship supplies and even incense, but there is no object to worship.

"There are rumors that the ancestors of that time betrayed the fairy world, so that the entire fairy world suffered heavy damage. The Thirty-Six Realms were originally one realm, and then they broke down, which led to the Thirty-Six Realms."

Chu Yi listened carefully. He knew that the history of the Land of Sin is too long and may have to be traced back to the age of gods and demons. The great soul witch on this land should know some secrets.

But until this moment, Chu Yi was still shocked.

The birth of the thirty-six realms was actually because of the ancestors of the Land of Sin.

"According to records, the Sun Star and the Moon Star were originally two sides of the same planet, but now they have split."

The young soul witch said slowly.

"All this is because of our ancestors, but no one knows what happened, but since then, there has been a land of sin."

He looked at the altar without a stone statue or even a photo.

"I can't figure out why the faults of our ancestors are borne by our descendants."

"The people in the land of sin resentment are extremely resentful to their ancestors, so even if they want to sacrifice, no stone statues will appear."

"This altar has existed since ancient times, and it is recorded in ancient books that every great soul witch must guard the altar."

"Rumor, the blood of the man who can unravel the curse can suppress the darkness and also awaken the altar."

"Since Fellow Daoist Chu is here, you might as well give it a try."

Chu Yi's eyes flashed. He could see that although the soul witches here had deep resentment and were half-believing and half-doubting about this legend, their hearts were still filled with darkness.

They are not afraid of being trapped in the land of sin, carrying curses and eternal infamy. What they fear most is that there is no hope.

Generation after generation, living without hope, and eventually, their descendants will disappear quietly into history with the disappearance of the land of sin.

"I'll give it a try, but don't have too much hope."

Chu Yi could sense that there was no energy fluctuation in this altar.

The whole festival is hexagonal, about half the size of a basketball court, with patterns circling on it, but it is simple.

He stood on the altar and forced a little blood out of his fingers.

The hot blood dripped instantly.

Everyone is looking forward to...

One second, ten seconds, one minute...

Ten minutes passed, but nothing happened.

"Sure enough, it's just a legend." Yang Weitian shook his head, feeling full of loss.

"wrong!"

Chu Yi's eyes moved, "There is energy fluctuation, it's just too small. It seems that there is too little blood!"

Sigh.

He drew a great hole in the middle of his palm, and a large area of ​​blood slid down.

The blood was swallowed directly by the altar and disappeared without a trace.

After a moment, the entire altar broke inch by inch, turning into powder, leaving only a mysterious yellow sword.
Chapter completed!