Chapter 5 The Statue of the White Emperor is similar
The sun is blazing in the sky and the weather is so warm.
In the snowy areas of the far north, weather like this is indeed rare.
Yuan Chen carried the basket of medicine on his back and slowly followed the Xuecun brigade.
His calves recovered under the influence of the bloody lotus seeds, so now he is particularly honest.
Whether it's the bloody lotus seeds or the evil sect's secret technique, once someone discovers it, Yuan Chen will definitely die without a burial place.
Therefore, Yuan Chen could only look at the carts of sacrificial supplies and keep wiping his saliva.
"Brother Yuan Chen, give this to you." Bai Duoduo jumped to Yuan Chen and handed a red fruit to Yuan Chen as he walked. "Duoduo has boiled the Snow God Flower into medicine and distributed it to the clan members."
Bai Duoduo looked strange, pulled Yuan Chen's trousers, and whispered with some fear: "Brother Yuan Chen, after Grandpa Wang next door drank the decoction, black smoke evaporated from his body."
"Where does Grandpa Wang next door often go?"
"Grandpa Wang is the guardian of Baidi Mountain. He has been guarding Baidi Mountain all year round. If there was not a sacrifice coming soon, Grandpa Wang would not come back to play with Duoduo."
Yuan Chen paused for a moment, then looked through the long queue to the Baidi Mountain.
"All mysteries will be answered there."
Xuecun and the surrounding Shencun and Huacun live together in the Baidi Mountains.
They have the same belief, so the sacrifices are naturally held on the same day.
According to legend, today is the day when the White Emperor fell.
When the red fruit enters the throat, a cool air travels throughout the body. Yuan Chen is surprised to find that the red fruit is actually the Lingbing fruit.
"We're here, Xiaochen, come here." The high priest stopped at the foot of Baidi Mountain, "Come up the mountain with me."
Worshiping the White Emperor is a major event. The chief priest of the White Emperor needs to climb to the top in advance to communicate with heaven and earth and pray for the White Emperor's protection.
People in Xuecun had no objection to Yuan Chen being able to go up the mountain in advance.
Bai Qingyu, the high priest of Xuecun, took Yuan Chen's hand and slowly stepped onto the thousand-step ladder.
"There is plenty of spiritual energy here, you can try to practice."
Yuan Chen nodded and secretly ran a set of cultivation techniques he created.
The Source of All Spirits!
Ten thousand people worship only me, and the origin of the spirit can be traced all over the world; I want to fight with the heavens because of my origin, so why do I need to look for the miracle of magic!
This method was inspired by Yuan Chen's inspiration and improvised when he first ascended the throne.
On the first step of the thousand-step ladder, Yuan Chen felt that the aura around him was twice as rich, and he felt that he wanted to break through his suppressed state.
"I have been suppressing the realm. I just want to stay in the spiritual realm for a longer time, observe the spiritual power of the world, perfect my Taoism, and find a unique path."
As soon as Yuan Chen thought about it, he became happy with the fairy lock ring.
After evolution, a blood-colored pattern appeared on the surface of the lock fairy ring.
All the spiritual power that penetrated into Yuan Chen's body was swallowed up by the Fairy Lock Ring.
On the second step of the Thousand Steps Climbing Ladder, Yuan Chen sensed that the concentration of spiritual power had not increased, but the spiritual energy inhaled into his body contained a hint of black energy that Yuan Chen didn't like.
On the third step of the Thousand Steps Climbing Ladder, the concentration of spiritual power doubles and the black energy disappears.
On the fourth step of the Thousand Steps Climbing Ladder, the concentration of spiritual power remains unchanged, and the black energy appears, a little more than before.
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When Yuan Chen walked the first thousand steps, the black energy in his body had reached a saturated state.
"Grandma High Priest, I feel so uncomfortable." Yuan Chen frowned, "It seems that there is something terrible inside my body."
Before the high priest could reply, Yuan Chen fainted and fell to the ground.
There was a happy smile in the eyes of the high priest, and she knew that there was nothing wrong with the child Yuan Chen.
"Is this your chosen successor?" High Priest Shen Cun held a little girl in his hand and stepped forward to ask.
"Boy?" When the high priest of Huacun saw Yuan Chen, his eyes revealed an indescribable light, "Hua Ju, grandma forbids you to be worse than a man."
The timid girl next to the high priest of Huacun looked at Yuan Chen, her eyes filled with wonder, but she still nodded.
"Let's go and take a bath in the holy pool." The high priest of Xuecun hugged the origin of dust and walked straight into the clouds.
As Bai Qingyu took steps, her body began to grow in reverse.
When I walked to the holy pool, what was reflected in the holy pool was a peerless beauty. Her beauty could not describe the beauty of a city or a country.
Yuan Chen was thrown directly into the holy pool, but Bai Qingyu walked in slowly.
The high priests and successors of the other two villages also entered the holy pool to wash away the filth and meet the White Emperor.
Yuan Chen pretended to be comatose, not because it would expose his previous life, but because Yuan Chen discovered the reason why he was not comatose.
In Yuan Chen's body, a bloody lotus seed greedily sucked in the black energy.
"It's you again." Yuan Chen finally understood that eating randomly will kill people.
If Yuan Chen was not unconscious, then a Yuling Realm strongman would crush him into ashes in an instant.
The water of the holy pool washed Yuan Chen's body and his soul.
Yuan Chen, who had not slept all night, unceremoniously sank to the bottom of the water and went to sleep.
With bloody lotus seeds, Yuan Chen will not suffocate to death.
What's more, in this holy pool, people with pure hearts can breathe.
"This kid..." Although Bai Qingyu was touched by Yuan Chen calling her grandma, she still felt uncomfortable being called grandma. "However, he is worthy of my fancy."
The high priest of Shencun, Shen Fang, and the high priest of Huacun, Hua Qian, all envy Bai Qingyu. Such inheritors are indeed rare.
Yuan Chen, who was sleeping, had a dream.
In his dream, he saw the man on the tomb mural. The man turned his back to Yuan Chen and slowly turned around.
Monster blood flowed from the man's mouth and all his orifices. Yuan Chen touched his face in disbelief.
That person actually looks the same as me?
The man's brows had strange words flashing in and out, as if he was provoking.
As soon as the scene changed, Yuan Chen suddenly found himself in an ancient battlefield.
His brother died tragically, his subordinates died in battle, and he was the only one left in the end.
Alone against all the evil spirits in the world.
Elegies rise, war drums sound; heaven and earth are broken, but I stand.
Don't seek fame, just seek no faults.
"Who are you? Why do you feel so familiar to me?" The man asked Yuan Chen in front of Yuan Chen's face, "Either you are a friend or an enemy."
The man suddenly grabbed Yuan Chen's neck and lifted Yuan Chen up.
"Friends and enemies don't matter, this world is mine."
Yuan Chen woke up with a start and turned over twice in the water before standing still.
Is this a nightmare?
Yuan Chen has never had nightmares since he was a child.
Usually, he will be the nightmare in other people's dreams.
Swimming out of the holy pool, Yuan Chen followed the attendants who had been waiting for a long time and walked into another cloud.
"Ahead is the statue of Baidi. Priest Xiaoyuan needs to worship Lord Baidi."
Yuan Chen looked through the clouds and mist and saw a huge stone statue standing tall in the sky and the earth.
The whole body of the stone statue is white. If you don't distinguish it carefully, you may be confused with the clouds.
Yuan Chen took off the fairy lock ring and used it as glasses.
This is what Yuan Chen discovered when he was looking through Gu Zha's notes.
Yuan Chen saw the true face of the stone statue through the fairy lock ring.
"Isn't this me?" Yuan Chen exclaimed.
Normally, Yuan Chen would not be so out of character.
However, Bai Di just stood in Yuan Chen's face and reminisced with Yuan Chen in Yuan Chen's nightmare.
So scary.
"Priest Xiaoyuan was joking. The head of the Baidi statue is always obscured by clouds and mist. How can we see it?"
Yuan Chen was inexplicably relieved, luckily you couldn't see it.
I am Emperor Yuan, Master of the Immortal Killing Sword, so I will not be the reincarnation of the White Emperor.
"Come here." The Baidi statue suddenly spoke, "In my next life, the Taoist fruits of my previous life have been sealed by me in the statue, waiting for you to come and get them."
"As long as you place your hand on the statue, you will return to the imperial level, awaken the memory of your past life, have immortal destiny, and be worshiped by all spirits."
"Everything is yours."
"Just put your hands on the idol?"
Yuan Chen did not hesitate and slapped the statue with his palm. (To be continued)