Buzhou Mountain Range.
Laozi led Xuandu and Xuan Qing to fly in the sky.
As far as the eye could see, the entire Buzhou Mountain Range was filled with many Sorcerer Tribes.
There were countless Shamans in the area. At this moment, they were hunting demonic beasts all over the mountains and plains.
"Is this the Sorcerer Tribe?"
Xuandu looked at the Sorcerer Tribe members below curiously.
Although they were humans, their former tribes did not share a border with the Sorcerer Tribe.
Because of this, Xuandu became even more curious."They don't look much different from us humans.”
"However, they are all very tall. They are almost ten meters tall, and their bodies are extremely rich in blood essence and baleful aura.”
Hearing this, Laozi was extremely calm and said,""The Sorcerer Tribe is different from the Human Tribe."
"Although they have inherited the appearance of the Connate Dao Body, the Sorcerer Tribe doesn't have an Essence Soul and has a stubborn personality. It's easy for them to develop violent emotions and become violent.”
"Although humans do not have the physical bodies and natural talents of the Shamans, they are more docile and gentle, and they have primordial spirits.”
"If we only look at the bloodline, the Sorcerer Tribe is naturally superior. But if we look at the future, the potential of the human race is not inferior to them.”
This was not a joke.
At the very least, the potential of that batch of Xiantian humans was definitely not inferior to any of the Sorcerer Tribes.
Unfortunately, as the war between the Sorcerer and Demon races continued, the Connate Human race would eventually become the Postnatal Human race.
After that, the limit of the Heavenly Human Tribe had been locked. The Golden Immortal Stage was already a very remarkable achievement, and reaching the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Stage was even more beyond the limit.
"Master, can humans really compare to the Sorcerer Tribe?”
"I heard that the members of the Sorcerer Tribe are born with the ability to kill at least Heaven Immortals.”
Xuan Du asked hesitantly.
"Indeed."
Nodding, Laozi pointed to a mountain range below and said,""For example, that child."
"Although he's over three meters tall, he's only in his infancy. However, he has a body that's comparable to a low-grade Primordial spirit-treasure. Let alone a Heaven Immortal, even a Perfected Immortal might not be his match.”
"However, this is already his limit. Even after he reaches adulthood, his strength will at most reach the level of killing a Golden Immortal.”
"This is the flaw of the Sorcerer Tribe. Their bloodline is too diluted.”
"The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery have gone too far in order to dominate the Wilderness.”
"The bloodline of every clansman born will be extremely rich and not so thin.”
"In this way, we only need to wait for endless years for the Shamans to come out and fight for hegemony. Even if we don't become the overlord of the world, we can at least truly dominate a region.”
" But it's different now. There are too many existences in the Sorcerer Tribe whose bloodlines are diluted, but there are no true experts.”
"Except for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and a few Senior Sorcerers, the other Sorcerer Tribes are not very powerful.”
"In addition, the Sorcerer Tribe doesn't have a Primordial Spirit and can't control a Numinous Treasure. That's why Pangu's bloodline is suppressed to such an extent by the mere Demon Tribe.”
Speaking up to this point, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes.
Although the Three Pure Ones had conflicts with the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, they were still in conflict.
However, that was still a battle between the Pangu lineage. Behind closed doors, they could still be considered a family.
However, it was precisely because of the mysterious operation of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery that the Three Pure Ones despised them and even looked down on the existence of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Even before they had become saints, the Three Pure Ones could tell that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were expending their own potential.
It was precisely because of this that the Three Pure Ones, who boasted that they were the orthodox Pangu Sect, completely despised the existence of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
"Master, it's not that there's no way to change it!”
Xuan Qing suddenly said," If the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery changed their way of thinking, I feel that the current Wu Tribe can at least create a Half-Saint even if they don't have the Hong Meng Immortal Qi!”
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Laozi and Xuandu looked at Xuan Qing in surprise.
Especially his father.
Half-Saint!
As the name suggested, it was an existence that possessed the power of a Saint but could not become one.
The current Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were only at the Advanced Stage of the Sage-to-be Realm.
It was almost impossible to reach the Half-Saint level.
Laozi couldn't help but ask curiously,""Tell me!"
"I really can't see any possibility of the Sorcerer Tribe, who has already lost all their cards, making a comeback.”
At the same time, Laozi was also looking forward to it.
If there really was such a method, then the Sorcerer Tribe's journey would be even smoother.
He could even use this opportunity to obtain many benefits.
Also, it could change the situation of the Ancestral Magus. Although he looked down on it, he did not want it to be destroyed just like that.
"Simple. It's a technique of luck."
The corners of Xuan Qing's mouth curled up. She looked at the Shaman tribe that was spread across the mountain range below and said,"The Voodoo Race only needs to choose one Divine Magus or Magus Emperor.”
"If all the faith and luck are accumulated on this person, her strength will increase explosively in a short period of time.”
"With the bloodline power of the Great God Pangu and the power of the laws he mastered, becoming a Half-Saint is definitely a certainty.”
"If the Wu Tribe annihilated the Demon Tribe and unified the Untainted Land, this Half-Saint could even reach the level of a true Saint!”
As soon as he said this, Laozi's pupils constricted.
Although it was a little rebellious, the witch race believed in Pangu after all.
However, in my eyes, this is a great path of peace and prosperity.
After all, from the moment the Three Pure Ones became Hongjun's disciple and gave up on cultivating the Three Separations, they no longer had the so-called ultimate belief in Pangu.
Although they still claimed to be the orthodox Pangu tribe and were even proud of their bloodline, there was no doubt that their fervor was not as good as the witch tribe.
It was because of this that Laozi was more willing to accept Xuan Qing's suggestion.
"Very good!"
The corners of Laozi's mouth curled up as he looked at Xuan Qing."Xuan Qing, you've done a meritorious deed."
"This time, I will definitely help you get some benefits from the Shamans.”
"Although I don't know if it really exists, just a little bit of hope is enough to change you.”
"Even if you get it, your future achievements will at least be that Half-Saint!”
Hiss--
Hearing this, Xuan Du and Xuan Qing both sucked in a breath of cold air.
She subconsciously turned to look at her father, not knowing what he was planning.
However, for Laozi to say these words so decisively, it could be seen that the thing he was planning was definitely a heaven-defying thing.
For a moment, Xuan Qing's heart was filled with excitement and anticipation.
He was even eager to know what Laozi was planning.
"Daddy, what are you doing here in the Sorcerer Tribe?”
At this moment, a loud voice came from the front.
In the next second, Xuan Qing only felt his vision darken. Immediately after, an incomparably huge pressure swept over, causing him to almost fall unconscious.
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