Chapter 237 Blood Determines the Universe

In the sky, above the white clouds, the Fire Witch's right hand moved on the scroll as if twitching.

She drew lines of the power of heaven and earth, surrounding the eight totem pillars.

Her forehead was covered with sweat, but her hands did not stop. From time to time, her eyes swept downwards, looking at the giant-like Fifth Xuan, with an invisible admiration in the depths of her eyes.

Yes, no matter what, she was born in the Fire Tribe, and she still had feelings for the Fire Tribe.

As she became a tribal witch, she understood more and more about this world, and the more she wanted to help the Fire Tribe, which was why she had given the Fire Tribe the totem fire before.

Of course, she also had selfish motives, such as she had given to other tribes, but at least she did not exclude the Fire Tribe.

In her opinion, it is a good thing for the Fire Tribe to have the fire seed of the tribe, otherwise she cannot let her nephew become a totem fire witch.

While she was painting with great enthusiasm, Diwu Xuan continued his path to advancement. After

eliminating the power of heaven and earth, Diwu Xuan began to sense the world created by the Eight Diagrams. This world seemed a little small to him. His nine-zhang-tall spiritual body seemed to be standing tall.

"Would it be better if it was bigger?"

He thought to himself, trying to touch the limit of space. The big hand composed of totem power touched it and could feel obvious resistance, but with a little force, the spiritual hand passed through.

Giving up the idea of ​​expanding this space, Diwu Xuan looked around again and found that there was nothing missing. Seeing that the people of the Fire Tribe who were dancing the totem dance were already tired, he decided to start the formal promotion.

He released the power of the totem and felt the eight totem pillars. The Tai Chi under Diwu Xuan's feet slowly rotated.

The power of the Yin and Yang totems gradually resonated with the Bagua, and the Bagua space became more real. Slowly, the eight totem pillars slowly floated up.

The light on the totem pillars became more and more vigorous, and the power of heaven and earth, water and fire, wind and thunder, and mountains and lakes burst out one by one, interacting with Diwu Xuan's Tai Chi and filling the entire space.

"Crack~~"

The sky was thundering and lightning flashed, and the lightning was about to be draped over Diwu Xuan.

Diwu Xuan looked up at the sky, frowned slowly, then lowered his head and looked around.

He frowned not because of the thunder, but because he had a feeling in his heart: there was something not perfect between his Tai Chi and Bagua, and this feeling made it impossible for him to concentrate on his promotion.

His own self-awareness made him know that there was something missing in his promotion, but he could not find out what was missing for a while, so he could only stand here frowning and thinking hard.

"Tai Chi... Bagua... Tai Chi... Bagua... Wait."

Diwu Xuan's eyes suddenly widened. He found the missing part, which was the missing Yin and Yang Four Symbols between Tai Chi and Bagua.

"Does it need the participation of the sun and moon totems? Do we need to make four totem pillars of Taiyin Taiyang, Shaoyin Shaoyang?"

Such self-questioning puzzled him, because if so, how would it be different from the last promotion?

After repeated thinking, he always felt that something was missing. After pondering for a while, he had another realization.

"Where are the witches and leaders of all generations?"

He suddenly asked. As soon as he asked this question, he felt the totem fire on his body vibrate, and then the witches and leaders of all generations walked out of the totem fire.

They looked at Diwu Xuan one by one, some smiled without saying a word, and some showed respect.

"The leader is Yang, and he lives in the south."

Fifth Xuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he suddenly spoke. The witches of all generations and the leaders were stunned, and then they separated, and the leaders all stood in front of Fifth Xuan, like soldiers guarding in front of him.

"The witches of the tribe are Yin, and they live in the north."

As he spoke, the witches of all generations, with the short witch as the core, walked behind him.

Standing in the south and the north, Fifth Xuan immediately felt that the whole space was much more rounded, and the connection between Tai Chi and Bagua through the witch and the leader was much smoother.

"No, we are still missing the four symbols."

Fifth Xuan suddenly turned around and looked at the newly joined witch of the seventh generation.

The witch of the seventh generation was stunned by Fifth Xuan's look, and then she scanned the whole space and suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment.

Among all the witches and leaders of all generations, the ones who studied Tai Chi, Liang Yi, Si Xiang, and Bagua the most deeply were the Seventh Generation Witch and the Seventh Generation Witches. When the Fifth Xuan looked at her, she sensed that something was missing in this space.

"I am Tai Yin Shao Yin, and I live in the northeast and northwest."

The Seventh Generation Witch spoke, and she took a step forward, splitting into two, and transformed into two selves, standing in the northeast and northwest respectively.

The two Seventh Generation Witches stood still, but they looked lonely.

"The torch is passed on, and although the body is dead, the soul is still there."

The short witch suddenly spoke, and then a large number of residual souls appeared in the Fifth Xuan's body.

Some of these residual souls could not even form a complete body, but when he saw them for the first time, the Fifth Xuan knew that they were the dead warriors of the Fire Tribe, and their souls had always been in his body.

"Although the body is dead, the soul is still there."

They shouted the same slogan and instantly split into two groups, standing behind the two seventh-generation witches, forming two dark teams.

At this point, Yin Tai Chi, Yin Liangyi, Yin Four Symbols, and Yin Bagua were all gathered together, and Diwu Xuan only felt that the space behind him was transparent and round, as if it were one.

His eyes slowly fell on the seventh-generation witch, with some surprise in his eyes.

Although the seventh-generation witch could not hear the sound from here, he also saw what the seventh-generation witch did and noticed the changes in the Bagua.

He slowly stopped his movements, his eyes met with Diwu Xuan, and looking at the surprised Fifth Xuan, he suddenly smiled.

He still looked so weak, like a good old man who would never lose his temper with others.

Diwu Xuan suddenly remembered that the only time he got angry was when he threw the Sunset Bow into the totem fire. Apart from that time, he had never been angry before.

All the witches and leaders, like the Fifth Xuan, were staring at the Seventh Generation Witch, which made many people from the Fire Tribe focus their attention on him.

He suddenly turned around and waved his hand behind him.

The somewhat timid boy who was identified as the Eighth Generation Witch followed his gesture and slowly stepped forward. The Seventh Generation Witch touched his head and patted his shoulder.

"From now on, you are the witch of the Fire Tribe."

His voice was very soft, but it was heard far away. The tribesmen looked at him in surprise, and some smart ones had red eyes.

"Witch..."

The Sixth Generation Chief took a step forward, his eyes also reddened, and he no longer had the excitement of looking forward to the totem's promotion.

"No need to say more, it's all for the tribe."

The seventh-generation witch waved his hand to him nonchalantly. His eyes swept over the exhausted people of the Fire Tribe who were still silently dancing the sacrificial dance. There was reluctance and relief in his eyes. At

this moment, his heart was very calm, as calm as the days when he roasted himself with fire and splashed himself with cold water.

Without more words, the seventh-generation witch walked slowly to the altar and pulled out a stone knife from his waist.

He had only used this stone knife to cut meat and had never seen blood, but on this day, it was destined to see blood.

The sharp blade cut across the throat, and the body of the seventh-generation witch fell into the Bagua.

The figure that fell diagonally was reflected in the tears of countless people and was remembered in the hearts of countless people.