Chapter 50-Sacrificial Ceremony, The Final Step
The Hall of Pangu was shaking violently. The speed at which it absorbed the turbid air from the ground had increased by a level.
The commotion was so great that even the entire land of the Sorcerer Tribe could feel it clearly.
It had only been 100 years. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not care about what would happen to Jiang Ye in the Hall of Pangu.
In their opinion, Jiang Ye, an outsider, might be able to gain something from the Hall of Pangu.
However, the gains were definitely not great.
Since ancient times, no one outside the Sorcerer Tribe had been able to obtain great fortune in the Hall of Pangu.
Besides, they didn't think Jiang Ye would be able to master the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
Regarding this, they felt a little regretful.
"Brother Jiang Ye isn't bad, but it's a pity that he's biting off more than he can chew.”
In the eyes of the Ancestors of Sorcery, if Jiang Ye chose the cultivation method of a Senior Wizard, he would definitely achieve something.
But…
What they never expected was that Jiang Ye had just stepped into the Hall of Pangu, and it had only been a hundred years, yet the Hall of Pangu had already undergone such a transformation.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery walked out of their own Ancestral Sorcerer Palace and looked at the Hall of Pangu with surprise and horror.
"Could it be that Brother Jiang Ye has comprehended the cultivation method of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art?”
"However, even if he had comprehended the cultivation method, he shouldn't have such an exaggerated performance.”
The Ancestors of Sorcery were a little hesitant. Even if they went to the Hall of Pangu to cultivate, they might not be able to cause such a commotion and change.
Not to mention an outsider like Jiang Ye.
Emperor Jiang and the others shook their heads." Perhaps there are some talented ones among the batch of Sorcerer Tribe children.”
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had similar thoughts.
They didn't believe that Jiang Ye, an outsider, could have such a good fortune. They were more willing to believe that the Hall of Pangu was nurturing powerful Senior Magi.
Even Houtu, the Ancestor of Sorcery who thought highly of Jiang Ye, didn't think that Jiang Ye had successfully cultivated his mystic arts.
However, although they did not believe it, they continued to pay attention to the Hall of Pangu.
As for Jiang Ye, the one who caused all this commotion and change, he had no idea what was going on.
He was immersed in his cultivation, immersed in the joy of improving his physical body.
The cultivation of the physical body was very difficult, and it could even be said to be painful.
However, as Jiang Ye's body continued to tear apart and reform, it continued to burst forth with energy.
The increase and emergence of his power didn't bring Jiang Ye pure pleasure.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed.
In this important land of the Sorcerer Tribe, Jiang Ye was crazily devouring the endless turbid air of the earth. His improvement was very fast.
Needless to say, the first and second cycles of the Xuan cultivation method were the same.
With Jiang Ye's fusion with the Pangu Chalcedony, he had already successfully passed the initial stage of cultivation.
After that, he broke through the third transference, Yin Yang Fusion, fourth, fifth, and sixth transference.
Among the five elements, he had already fused metal, wood, and water.
There was only time left before the remaining five elements.
The only thing that Jiang Ye felt regretful about was that although his cultivation speed was amazing, it still required a long time.
Before the third lecture, Jiang Ye couldn't cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to the seventh and eighth revolution.
"The turbid air of the earth is still not enough. The power of blood essence is too scarce!”
Jiang Ye muttered to himself.
However, it was also at this moment that Jiang Ye's sharp senses sensed that the turbid air around him had begun to stir.
The terrifying power of blood and Qi began to fill the Hall of Pangu, as if it was about to spurt out.
"What's going on?"
Jiang Ye was confused. He didn't understand what was going on.
In the outside world, outside the Hall of Pangu, on a huge square.
Countless members of the Sorcerer Clan gathered.
Billions of Voodoo Tribesmen looked devout and fanatical.
Everyone looked in the direction of the Hall of Pangu and kowtowed deeply.
He even shouted the name of Father Pangu.
In front of the countless Voodoo Tribesmen stood thousands of Senior Voodoo Tribesmen, and in front of them were the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Including the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, their eyes were filled with fanaticism.
There was no other reason. Today was the Sorcerer Tribe's once-in-a-thousand-year ritual.
The change in the Hall of Pangu was a feedback to the Sorcerer Tribe's priests.
Bang!
Boundless blood essence shot into the sky and turned into endless blood rain in midair.
The continuous power of blood essence fell on the bodies of the many members of the Sorcerer Tribe and was then absorbed into their bodies.
At this moment, many members of the Sorcerer Tribe exuded an overbearing aura. They had broken through a realm.
There were even some Senior Magi who had broken through and stepped into the Perfected Golden Immortal realm.
Dijiang, Candle Dragon, Zhurong, Houtu, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery were also immersed in absorbing the lifeblood power.
To them, this was a gift from the Father, a good fortune for the Sorcerer Tribe.
However, they did not expect that the Shaman Tribe's sacrifice this time would have such a drastic change.
His heart was beating wildly.
It was like thunder rumbling, and in an instant, the Sorcerer Tribe members below felt like they could not breathe.
"What's going on?" Countless Voodoo Tribesmen came back to their senses and sensed the increasing pressure of Pangu around the Hall of Pangu.
Even their bodies felt suffocated.
"This…"
Emperor Jiang and the other Ancestors of Sorcery looked at each other.
After that, Houtu and the others gave instructions to their own tribe members.
"All Magi below Senior Magi, quickly retreat ten thousand li away from this place.”
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