"Swoosh!"
In front of Mount Buzhou, a beam of starlight descended from the void and turned into a young man in white. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He was handsome and extraordinary, and there was a trace of dominance between his eyebrows.
It was the Herculean King who had rushed over from the Herculean King Island.
Millions of years!
Looking at the familiar mountain peak, the Herculean King felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Scenes from the past surfaced in his mind.
Thinking back to the past.
He had left the Pangu Hall, searched for treasures on Buzhou Mountain, climbed the mountain, defeated the four Zenith Heaven Overlords, and left Buzhou Mountain to settle the karma.
This journey lasted for millions of years.
Cultivation really knows no time!
The Herculean King sighed. With a flash of starlight, he rushed toward the Pangu Hall.
In the Pangu Hall.
Emperor Jiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuan Ming, Shi Jiuyin, Qiang Liang, Tianhao, Goumang, Yanzi, and the other 11 Ancestors of Sorcery were all there, talking to each other.
"There are more than 10,000 people in our newly born Sorcerer Tribe. Compared to other races, our Sorcerer Tribe has too few people.”
Emperor Jiang looked around and spoke slowly.
After the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were born, they felt that the number of people in the Sorcerer Tribe was too small. They used their own blood and laws to create some Sorcerer Tribes.
In the beginning, they only allowed the Sorcerer Tribe to have more people.
However, as the number of the Sorcerer Tribe continued to increase, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery felt that something was different. Their cultivation increased very quickly.
This made the Ancestors of Sorcery even more enthusiastic about creating the Sorcerer Tribe.
"Yes, big brother!"
The other Ancestors of Sorcery nodded. Zhurong sighed and said,"I wonder where Little Thirteen went to show off. It's been so long, and I still see him back!”
"Did something happen?"
Speaking of the Herculean King, the other Ancestors of Sorcery also lowered their heads in silence.
It had been hundreds of years!
The Herculean King had not appeared yet, but they had deliberately made such a big commotion when they appeared. On one hand, it was because the Sorcerer Tribe had appeared, and on the other hand, they had informed the Herculean King to return.
Several years had passed, and the Herculean King was nowhere to be seen. They couldn't help but think of the worst.
"Sigh, I shouldn't have let Little Thirteen go out alone back then!”
Goumang looked annoyed.
"Yes, I am!"
Houtu and Xuan Ming also nodded. Their eyes were a little wet as they whimpered,"Woo woo, poor Little Thirteen, I'm so sorry!”
They cried.
Di Jiang, Gonggong, Goumang, Tianhao, and the other ten Ancestors of Sorcery were not feeling well either.
After all, the Herculean King was their brother. If something happened to the Herculean King, they would more or less be responsible.
"Hmph, if I find out who killed Little Thirteen, I'll definitely skin him alive, pull out his tendons, and light a lamp with Zhurong's Divine Fire!”
Zhurong's expression was gloomy, and its eyes were filled with killing intent.
At this moment.
"Who do you want to light the lamp with?"
A voice suddenly came from outside.
"Who is it?"
Emperor Jiang, Zhurong, Goumang, Houtu, and the other twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were shocked. Emperor Jiang snorted and rushed out of the hall.
The other 11 Ancestors of Sorcery followed Emperor Jiang and rushed out of the Pangu Hall.
It was incredible that they did not notice someone coming to the Ancestral Sorcerer Hall.
The Hall of Pangu was a forbidden area of the Sorcerer Tribe. Other than the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, no one was allowed to approach it, let alone outsiders.
"Swoosh!"
Emperor Jiang, Zhurong, Houtu, and the other twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned when they saw a young man in white standing with his hands behind his back. Then, they looked pleasantly surprised.
"Little Thirteen!"
Thick Earth shouted in surprise.
"Yes!"
The Herculean King stared at the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery with a dark expression and said,""I'm not dead yet. Why are you crying? Do you want me to die early?”
The Herculean King, who was full of excitement, came to the Pangu Hall and was about to enter to meet his twelve brothers and sisters. Just as he walked out the door, he heard crying inside.
The Herculean King thought that something big had happened to the Sorcerer Tribe.
When he listened carefully, he realized that she was crying for his death. The Herculean King felt disgusted.
"Am I dreaming?"
Zhurong rubbed its eyes and looked at the Herculean King carefully. Suspicion appeared in its eyes as it suddenly said,"Brothers, he's not Little Thirteen, he's a fake!”
"Let's beat him up together!"
With that, Zhurong punched at the Herculean King.
As soon as he said this.
Emperor Jiang, Gonggong, Houtu, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned for a moment, but then they realized that this was a show of strength for Little Thirteen. They wanted to beat him up first.
"Yes, beat him up!"
Emperor Jiang, Gonggong, Goumang, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery waved their fists and rushed forward while roaring. First, he would beat up Little Thirteen, who was so pretentious, to vent his anger.
“………….”
The Herculean King's face darkened even more.
It's fine if you cry me to death, but you've already recognized me, yet you still pretend not to know me. Twelve people came up to beat me up at the same time. A group of black-hearted fellows.
"I'll make you black-hearted!"
The Herculean King snorted coldly.
He raised his big hands and slapped the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery who were charging at him as fast as lightning. Each of them slapped their shoulders.
"Boom!"
The earth rumbled twelve times in a row. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were slapped into the ground one after another. A head was exposed.
“…………”
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery widened their eyes and their faces twitched.
Again!
He failed to beat up Little Thirteen, but he was beaten up by Little Thirteen instead!
This was really a failure to act tough, but he was forced to be pinched instead!
At the same time, they were also shocked by the Herculean King's strength.
They were now Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals!
If the twelve of them joined forces, they could even kill a Quasi-Sage. In the end, the Herculean King raised his hand and sent all twelve of them into the ground. It was obvious how terrifying their strength was!
This Thirteen was even more terrifying than before!
Thirteenth Brother, you're so powerful!"
Zhurong chuckled. Its body moved and it scuttled out of the ground.
"Pa!"
A large hand patted its shoulder again. Zhurong snorted and its body entered the ground again, leaving its head outside. Zhurong was dumbfounded.
"Don't try to get close to me. I'm fake Thirteen!”
The Herculean King's expression was calm.
Zhurong's face twitched as it smiled awkwardly and said,"I was wrong just now. You're the real Thirteen! Thirteenth Brother, welcome back!"
"Yes, brothers, your eyes must be playing tricks on you. You're the real Thirteen!”
Emperor Jiang, Goumang, Gonggong, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery also smiled embarrassedly.
"True Thirteen?"
The Herculean King's face twitched. Why did these words sound so awkward?
"Come out!"
The Herculean King was too lazy to say anything. He stomped his foot lightly, and a huge force entered the depths of the earth. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery shot out from the earth one after another.
After that, he circulated his Xuan Qi and landed on the ground steadily.
Looking at the Herculean King, Emperor Jiang, Zhurong, Goumang, and the other twelve Ancestors of Sorcery greeting him excitedly, Zhurong spread its arms excitedly and hugged the Herculean King.
"Boom!"
The Herculean King had a look of disdain as he kicked Zhurong away like a ball.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery burst into laughter, and the awkwardness from before disappeared.
After that, the Sorcerer Tribe celebrated for three years to celebrate the return of their 13th Ancestor of Sorcery. When the news spread, it attracted the attention of many gods and devils.
He had lived in the Sorcerer Tribe for ten years.
The Herculean King asked the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to follow him to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the sermon. In the end, except for Houtu, the other Ancestors of Sorcery all shook their heads. The Herculean King was not strong either.
They knew that they didn't have primordial spirits, so they might not understand even if they went.
"Swoosh!"
The Herculean King took Houtu and turned into a ray of starlight. They rushed into the sky and headed straight for the Nine Heavens.
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The Third
He hesitated for a long time on this chapter!
After all, there was too little foundation. However, after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and wrote it. The Ancestral Sorcerer created the Sorcerer Tribe, which was related to the fate of the race. It was to pave the way for the struggle for fate in the later chapters.
I hope that the young masters will not find it too disappointing.
Waiting for the face to ask for comfort
Fresh Flowers, Favorites, Appraisal, and Month-Pass
All kinds of begging!
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