Chapter 705: A Thought Becomes a Devil

The enthronement ceremony of the Great Shaman begins.

Drums and music sounded, the saint recited hymns, and an ethereal voice rang out. The heaven and earth seemed to be in resonance, and the wind blew the trees, making a rustling sound.

All the people of the Wu clan prostrated themselves on the ground, pious and respectful.

After the Saint finishes her recitation, she sprinkles the ascendant with water from the sacred pool. The power of the sacred pool and the Saint emanates from the same source, both from the gods, granting the Great Shaman divine power. This step allows the Great Shaman to communicate more smoothly with the gods.

The last step is to grant the staff representing the identity of the great wizard.

Wangyou... It's time to call Wu Li now. Wu Li stretched out his hands, took the staff given by the girl, and looked up at his saint with pious and focused eyes, as if she was the only one in the world.

The girl stretched out her hand towards him. Her hand was white and tender. Wu Li placed his hand on it and then stood up.

From now on, she is the saint, he is the great witch, she is his master, her god, and he will devote his whole life to protecting her peace and happiness.

The ceremony of the Great Shaman ascending the throne was completed, the drums and music stopped, and the sinner Yao Jie was brought up.

His hair was loose and the mask on his face fell off, revealing his ugly and old face. He was completely different from the noble and dignified wizard of the past.

Yao Jie and Yao Ku are both older than their years. This is because they went against the will of heaven and borrowed power that did not belong to them, thus overdrawing their lifespans.

Yao Jie was taken by the witch's servants and tied to a cross.

The people looked at him with anger.

Yao Jie killed the former saint and the great witch, bullied and blasphemed the gods above, and oppressed the people below. He is a sinner of the witch clan!

His name will be engraved on the stone pillar engraved with the names of sinners and will be despised by all nations!

Yao Jie was tied to the cross, but there was no fear in his eyes.

He doesn't regret anything he has done!

Many images flashed through his mind: his father's disdain, the bullying and ridicule of his peers...

Why? Why did he have to endure this?

Some people are born to be the pride of the world and are the center of attention, but he is like a rat in a stinky ditch?

It's the injustice of heaven! It's the injustice of the gods!

Since heaven and gods won’t give it to him, he can only fight and grab it by himself!

He had snatched these ten years! Those who bullied him groveled at his feet, those who looked down on him feared him. He controlled everyone's life and death, and no one dared to resist his words... If he hadn't fought for it, he wouldn't have even had these ten years!

The wood under his feet was ignited and the fire was burning, but Yao Jie laughed wildly.

He doesn't regret it!

He doesn't regret it at all!

It's enough for me to die now.

Even if he dies and meets the gods, he will not be afraid, because the gods are unfair first!

Through the firelight, he saw Wu Li's face.

"One thought can make you a saint, and one thought can make you a devil. Master couldn't save you after all." Wu Li said.

Yao Jie's smile suddenly froze, and he looked at Wu Li: "What do you mean?"

Wu Li remembered what his master said before he died.

A thought can turn you into a saint, a thought can turn you into a devil. This is fate. I can't save him, I can't save the witch clan, and I can't save the saint girl...

At that time, he didn't understand, but now he understands.

"Master knew that you were in deep suffering, so he let you into the temple and treated you well. He wanted to plant a divine light in your heart and lead you onto the right path, but in the end, he failed. You became a demon in an instant, and he could not change the fate that was predetermined by heaven." Wu Li said.

The fire burned even more vigorously.

Yao Jie is being engulfed by fire.

His body was in extreme pain, but his soul was floating away.

His soul floated back to the temple, time went back, and he turned back into the gray-faced boy who was despised and excluded.

He followed at the end of the group of witch servants, and couldn't help but look around curiously. As he walked, there were fewer and fewer people around him, and he got lost.

The handsome young man in white walked out of the hall and looked at him with a smile.

"Are you the new junior? Are you lost? Follow me."

The scene changed, and a divine sacrifice was about to begin, but his clothes were maliciously cut. Just as he was panicking, the young man in white walked up to him.

"It's so torn, it's unwearable. Wear mine."

He was practicing magic, but he was not quite getting the hang of it, and was pulling his hair in frustration.

"What don't you understand? I'll teach you." The young man's gentle voice sounded.

He finally understood.

The boy's voice was filled with praise: "Ajie is very powerful."

He raised his head and met the smiling face of the young man in white.

The boy's smile was like a ray of sunshine, shining into his heart, dispelling the darkness in his heart, and dispelling the anger and unwillingness.

One thought can make you a saint.

He followed the young man and met the saint together.

Watching the saint and the boy chatting and laughing, when the boy talked about him and the saint looked over, he smiled shyly.

The saint was very gentle and would occasionally talk to him, and he would answer her in detail.

His presence is very low, but the boy will never forget him.

Even later, when the boy became a great wizard and returned to the Yao family, the boy would often visit him.

The young man in white turned into a young man in black and brought his young apprentice to see him.

"Ajie, this is my apprentice Ali." The young man said with a smile.

The young child, who could barely speak, called him in a baby voice: "Master~"

He gave his nephew a wooden hairpin that he had carved himself. The nephew was very happy and asked his master to put it on him.

After returning to the Yao family, those people looked down on him even more, but he didn't care. He moved out of the Yao family and lived alone in the countryside.

He planted fruit trees in his yard and raised a bird.

The young man in black has grown into a middle-aged man and occasionally comes to the countryside to find him.

He prepared tea and waited for him to come. The two of them sat like that, sometimes not saying a word, and would sit for most of the day.

A bird's cry broke the silence, and a bird flew into the sky.

Time stopped at that moment, and it seemed eternal at that moment.

The fire completely engulfed Wu Jie.

"Ali." The girl's gentle voice sounded.

Wu Li came back to his senses, looked at the girl and smiled.

This matter is over.

The spirits of Master and the late Saintess in heaven would feel relieved after seeing this scene.

"Ali, let's go." Sanbao said.

Wu Li nodded and followed her closely.

The two walked down the platform and entered the temple.

After the saint and the great witch left, the people also left one after another.

Lady Yue looked at Ah Hua and Ah Mu who were stunned beside her, and thought that they had stayed in the small mountain village for too long and had no experience.

"When you become the head of the Yue family, you must meet with the Saint frequently. Let's go."

Yue Lao Taijun stood up with the help of a cane. Ah Hua and Ah Mu hurried to help her and walked down the platform from the steps on the other side of the temple.

As soon as they got off the platform, they were stopped by a witch servant.

"Master Yue." The witch servant called out.

"Does the Saint have any instructions?" Yue Lao Taijun asked respectfully.

"Are these two Ahua and Amu?" asked the witch servant.

"Yes." Yue Lao Taijun responded.

"The Saint wants to see these two." said the witch servant.

Lady Yue was surprised. Why did the Saint meet Ahua and Amu?

Have they met before?