At the foot of Buzhou Mountain in the Primordial World.
It was a tribe that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
The murderous aura around the tribe was oppressive. All beasts did not come close, and demons retreated.
This was the Primordial World, where the Sorcerer Tribe was located.
The Sorcerer Tribe was founded by the Great Sage Pangu, who created the world. Twelve drops of blood essence transformed into twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
In the Primordial World, it was also a very powerful faction.
Somewhere in the Sorcerer Tribe, Lin Fan woke up from his seclusion. Looking at the interface before him, he was so excited that tears were streaming down his face.
"I finally have 30,000 soul fragments!”
Lin Fan muttered to himself as he reminisced.
He was actually not a person of this world, but a transmigrator from another world.
After transmigrating to this world, as the wearer, he naturally brought a system with him. This system was called the soul injection system.
The system's novice mission was to inject a soul into an item without a soul in order to obtain a novice gift bag.
The better the item, the more rewards.
However, the system's trick was that if one wanted to use the system's functions, they had to collect soul fragments.
The soul fragments split in his soul, one piece per year.
He had transmigrated for thirty thousand years and wandered around the lowest level of the Sorcerer Tribe. Today, he had finally collected all the soul fragments.
"30,000 points can be used to infuse souls into Protocosmic spirit-treasures!”
"I spent 30,000 years on Mount Buzhou to find the location of the immature innate gourd vine, all for today!”
Thinking back to his 30,000 years of life as a Shaman, Lin Fan was filled with emotions. Ever since he knew that he had transmigrated into the body of the Shaman race that was destined to be destroyed, the sense of danger that Lin Fan had never felt had disappeared.
The Wu Tribe was destined to become the sacrificial chess pieces of heaven and earth during the Witchcraft and Demon Cultivation Tribulation. Other than Houtu, who had turned into reincarnation, the Wu Tribe had all died.
Even Houtu didn't have a good ending.
Originally, her Merit Points could have helped her to establish Samsara for all living beings in the world. However, she did not have Primordial Spirit and Hong Meng Purple Qi. Instead, she fell into the Sage's trap and became Samsara itself. She was trapped in the Netherworld forever.
As an ant on this broken warship of the Shaman race, Lin Fan had spent the past thirty thousand years trying to activate the system. How many people did he know?
However, speaking of good friends, Lin Fan thought of one.
A smile appeared on his face.
Speak of the devil.
When Lin Fan thought of his friend, a gentle voice came from the courtyard,"
"Brother Lin, are you there?"
"Yes!"
? Lin Fan walked out and saw a gentle and beautiful woman. Behind her was a beautiful woman.
"Brother Lin, don't blame her, she's my sister!”
The lady smiled gently and introduced the lady behind her. Lin Fan nodded and invited the two of them in.
This lady called Pingxin was Lin Fan's only friend in 30,000 years. She could be considered as a flirtatious person.
Because of a coincidental conversation, the two of them had established a deep friendship. She had come to Lin Fan's place many times to sit and discuss Dao.
Many times, they were willing to listen to Lin Fan brag.
As soon as she sat down, Pingxin smiled and said,"
"Brother Lin, you haven't answered me directly about the topic we talked about last time!”
“
"Do you think that the Sorcerer Tribe can always stand between heaven and earth?”
When Lin Fan heard this, he made a shushing gesture,""Do you want to die? How dare you discuss such a topic? Who doesn't know that our witch race is a witch race in Great Sharal? Do I dare to say that we can't?“
"So you have a different opinion?" Pingxin covered her mouth and laughed.”
Lin Fan heaved a sigh of relief." I'm only saying this because I'm one of us. Not only will our Shaman Race not prosper, but we'll even face a calamity!"”
These words made the two girls look at each other. The young girl could not help but ask,
"Why would you say that?"
? Lin Fan smiled," Because we are beasts. Heaven and Earth cannot tolerate us!"”
Lin Fan's words made Pingxin's expression turn serious. She said,""Why?"
" Shamans do not have primordial spirits, so they are aliens. In this world, other than the Shamans, no one is like us. This is one of the reasons!”
? Lin Fan said," All living beings have Essence Spirits. All living beings cultivate Dao techniques. If they are different, they are different!”
" In this situation, it would be good if the Sorcerer Tribe could remain strong, but if one day, a powerful existence decided the orthodoxy of this world, the Sorcerer Tribe would be in danger!”
" The Voodoo Tribe doesn't have a primordial spirit, so they can't be like the Taoists who abstinent from food and plunder the natural resources like crazy. However, the natural resources are limited. When the resources are plundered to the extreme, there will be people who resist, and the Voodoo Tribe will have enemies. This is the second reason!”
" Thirdly, they're foreign species and have enemies. They're also prone to incurring the wrath of the masses. In addition, the Sorcerer Tribe itself is a pretty good resource!”
" As long as there's a powerful existence behind the scenes, coupled with the natural flaws of the Sorcerer Tribe, the Sorcerer Tribe will definitely be wiped out by the world and become history!”
Pingxin didn't reply to Lin Fan's words. Her sister, Little Ming, said,"
" What you're saying is nonsense. In this world, no one is stronger than us. Our Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery are all great figures in the world. It's good enough that we don't bully others, but how dare others bully us?”
"What kind of person can set down a orthodoxy? In this world, who else can set down a orthodoxy?”
? Lin Fan said," In the future, there will definitely be a person who will set down the orthodoxy. He hasn't become a Saint yet, but the time hasn't come yet!”
"That person is the Daoist who killed Fiend Ancestor Luohou during the Dragon Han Great Tribulation. His name is Daoist Hongjun. As long as he attains Dao and becomes a Sage, the Dao of the Essence Soul will become the theme of the world!”
" Who said that?" Little Ming was displeased." The Untainted World was created by our ancestor, Pangu. The descendants of Pangu are the true orthodoxy. I don't believe that Taoist Hongjun can become a Saint. Even if he can become a Saint, humph, it's us Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!"”
"Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery?" Lin Fan shook his head," It's not that I'm deceiving my master or destroying my ancestors. Among the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, other than Her Majesty Houtu, the rest of them have muscles in their brains. What else can we expect from them? It's already good enough that they don't cause trouble!”
"You…"
Lin Fan's words infuriated Little Ming. She pointed at Lin Fan angrily,"
"How dare you insult me…Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, do you believe me…?”
Lin Fan shrugged and looked at Pingxin who was covering her mouth and laughing,"
"See, I told you that the witch race is a great shaman!”
" Brother Lin, please don't blame me. My sister is a supporter of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. Just pretend that she never said anything!" Pingxin said with a smile.“
? Lin Fan came to a realization." Forget it, forget it. Let's not talk anymore. Let's talk about something else!"”
"You're playing tricks. I think you're just trying to attract my sister's attention!”
Little Ming stood up angrily and was about to leave.
Her words made the two of them, who were already ambiguous, a little shy.
Suddenly, the world shook and auspicious signs appeared.
"I am Hongjun, and I have already become a Saint. A thousand years later, I will preach in the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace outside the world. Anyone who is fated can come and listen!”
These words spread throughout the Three Realms, Six Paths, and the Primordial World. Pingxin was stunned, and Little Ming was frightened.
? They looked at Lin Fan in shock.
"How did you know?"
Pingxin held Lin Fan's hand nervously. Lin Fan was stunned.
A notification sounded in his mind.
"A suitable target has been detected. Host, do you wish to inject your soul?”
"30,000 soul fragments!”
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