Yama paused for a moment, then charged madly into the depths of the cave.
At the end of the cave, in front of a stone wall, there was a futon, and an old man with white hair was sitting cross-legged on it.
The old man's head was bowed, and he remained motionless.
Yama moved slightly closer and asked in a low voice, "Ancestor?"
The old man still did not react.
Yama moved closer again, knelt down with a thud, and said respectfully, "Disciple Yama pays respects to the Ancestor."
He called out several times, but the ancestor did not respond.
With the ancestor's cultivation level, he should have been alert when Yama crossed the barrier.
Yama raised his head, his nose twitching, confirming that the stench of death was emanating from the ancestor.
He slowly got up and moved over step by step.
As he approached the ancestor, he reached out his right hand and gently brushed aside the hair covering the ancestor's face, revealing a bluish-purple, rotting face.
There were even maggots wriggling inside that rotten flesh.
Enma could no longer hold back and turned around to vomit violently.
The ancestor was a powerful expert in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, with an extremely long lifespan. Even after death, his physical body would remain incorrupt for many years.
However, judging from the fact that the body has decomposed to such an extent, it is clear that the ancestor has been dead for many years.
Enma remembered that this ancestor went into seclusion about thirty years ago.
Perhaps it was from that time that the ancestor had already passed away.
But as long as they remain undiscovered, the other sects will assume that the two patriarchs of Mount Shu are the strongest beings on this continent.
Now, there isn't even a single patriarch left in Mount Shu.
Enma was glad he had managed to sneak in; even if he hadn't, he planned to leave Mount Shu secretly.
Without the patriarch, Mount Shu was no match for Iron Enclosure City and the Mountain Gang.
Shushan will probably soon follow in the footsteps of Dengtiange.
Enma steadied himself and began searching everywhere.
We must find the secret manual no matter what.
After searching for a while, Enma suddenly slapped his forehead and cursed himself for being so foolish.
The ancestor would definitely carry important things with him.
The ancestor's storage bag was hanging from his waist, peeking out from under his clothes.
Enma gently removed the storage bag, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't open it.
"Ancestor, you have passed away. Good things should be left to your descendants. I beg you." Yama knelt and kowtowed to his ancestor while holding the storage bag.
After only a few bumps, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The old ancestor's head, which had been hanging low, seemed to lift up slightly.
Yama slowly raised his head and saw the ancestor's body suddenly lean forward, the festering, maggot-infested face almost colliding with Yama's face.
"Oh my god..." Enma fell backward with a thud, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest in fright.
"You are... Yama?" The old ancestor's lips did not move, but a voice came out.
Enma nodded stiffly.
He was still holding the ancestor's storage bag in his hand, feeling unsure whether to keep it or put it down.
The more the patriarch looked at Yama's appearance, the more he liked it, and he chuckled and said, "Yama, could you give me your appearance?"
"Ancestor, what do you mean by that?" Yama asked, his face filled with shock.
The old ancestor sighed, "I have been waiting for this body for more than twenty years."
Yama's judgment was correct; decades ago, the ancestor had only been in seclusion for a short time when he unfortunately passed away.
Even if he guessed correctly, he couldn't be happy, because the ancestor had set his sights on his physical body.
Although the ancestor died, his soul remained, and he undoubtedly wanted to possess Yama's body to be reborn.
Yama knew that if he was unwilling, it would be difficult for the ancestor's remaining wisp of primordial spirit to successfully possess him.
If the ancestor were to forcibly seize the body, the risks would be enormous; a slight misstep could even lead to the destruction of his primordial spirit.
That's why the patriarch spoke kindly to Yama.
"Ancestor, Ancestor Qingshan and my master Qiu Wuwei were both killed by the villains, and half of Shushan was also cut off. I have sworn to avenge this..." Yama wanted to persuade the ancestor to give up the idea of possessing his body.
If the patriarch really wants to possess another body and be reborn, he can go out and find a disciple with exceptional talent.
The old ancestor scoffed, "An enemy that even the Green Mountains couldn't stop, how do you think you can take revenge?"
Enma was speechless.
Even if he could cultivate to be as powerful as the Green Mountain Ancestor, he still wouldn't be able to withstand a single axe blow from Bian Lang. Moreover, while he was cultivating, Bian Lang's strength was also constantly increasing.
In reality, the idea of revenge is just something I talk about casually, something I occasionally think about, but I would never be foolish enough to actually do it.
The old ancestor continued to persuade, "How about this, you give me your physical body first, and I'll return it to you when I find a better one, okay?"
"Ancestor, can't I go find it right now?" Yama said, trying to leave.
The old ancestor roared in a shrill voice, "There's no time!"
The sound was incredibly terrifying, so much so that Yama shuddered and sat down on the ground again.
"If you hadn't awakened me, I would have had plenty of time left." The old ancestor stood up shakily, his voice incredibly cold.
Yama knew he couldn't escape. Even if the ancestor failed to possess him, he would turn him into an idiot.
Rather than that, it would be better to hand over the physical body to the ancestor first, hoping that the ancestor would keep his word and return the physical body to him in the future.
"Ancestor, I am willing to give you my physical body." Yama rose and knelt down, his voice still trembling despite sounding unusually respectful.
The old man stretched out his hand, which was crawling with maggots, and chuckled, "Good child, really good child. How could Grandpa mistreat his grandson?"
Enma closed his eyes, his body trembling violently.
A wisp of black smoke suddenly billowed out of the ancestor's mouth and entered Yama's head with a whoosh.
Yama's fear quickly vanished, for his divine consciousness had been completely destroyed by the ancestor.
The ancestor only wanted his physical body; he would never allow his soul to continue existing.
Once outside, the patriarch looked at the Shu Mountain that had been cut down, his face full of resentment.
The mighty Shu Mountain has fallen to such a state.
"From this moment on, I am Yama." The old ancestor seemed to like the name quite a bit.
When people from Shushan see him, they all respectfully address him as "Sect Leader".
The old ancestor was overjoyed, never expecting that one day he would actually become the head of the Shu Mountain Sect.
...
The day when Hei Wushui forged the fourth head came much earlier than anyone expected.
With four heads, Hei Wushui's body seemed to have grown a size larger.
But when it opened its mouth, even Bian Lang was shocked.
"You're a woman?" Bian Lang was dumbfounded.
This is true for multi-headed animals such as Sun Wukong.
Looking at Hei Wushui's dark appearance, who would have thought it was a female?
Hei Wushui's voice is a bit sweet and childlike, and it sounds very pleasant.
Even after forging a fourth head, Hei Wushui still couldn't leave the water.
To leave the water, it must forge a ninth head.
But that day is undoubtedly still a long way off.
Bian Lang then asked with a smile, "Xiao Hei, do you like your current name? If not, we can change it."
"The boss gave me this name, and I like it very much," Hei Wushui said with a smile.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "Tell us if there's anything that can help you cultivate quickly, and we'll help you find it."
“That big crab is pretty good,” Hei Wushui said.
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