Chapter 50 The Strange Things in the Temple of the Witch God
With the implantation technique and the secret passage, Li Meng now understood more and more why her great-grandfather had left behind these instructions.
It is said that one day in the future, the Feather Fan Saintess will return to her clan's territory and lead her people to recreate their former glory.
She truly is the savior of her people!
Thinking of this, Li Meng secretly decided that she would rather be shattered to pieces than let the Feather Fan Saintess leave the Witch God Temple safely and return to her clan's territory.
After searching the stone tablet for a long time, Yu Shan finally found the mechanism to open the passage. After pressing the mechanism, the stone tablet began to sink, revealing a staircase that was sloping upwards and large enough for one person to walk on.
The original location of the Temple of the Witch God was the summit of a mountain, while the stone tablet was located halfway up the mountain. Therefore, this passage was actually carved out as a road leading down the mountain.
Li Meng walked ahead, sweeping away many spider webs and moss that had grown over the years.
Feather Fan easily followed behind and arrived at a stone wall with a circular flame totem carved on it. She cut her finger and squeezed out blood, which dripped into the small groove in the center of the flame totem.
Soon, the sound of machinery moving came from the stone wall, and a door about the size of a person appeared in front of them.
Yu Shan led the way inside, followed closely by Li Meng. Xiao Bao shrank and perched on her shoulder, constantly alert to its surroundings, afraid that something might suddenly appear and hurt its sister, Yu Shan.
Fortunately, the journey was unharmed, and no obstacles were encountered.
Yu Shan couldn't help but sigh, the ancestors who built the Temple of the Witch God were indeed powerful enough that the temple was not destroyed even when it was hit by a volcanic eruption.
This was Li Meng's first time entering the Temple of the Witch God. She was immediately drawn to the large, spacious hall and the murals covering the walls.
Yu Shan had entered the Temple of the Witch God countless times in the past, so he was extremely familiar with the murals inside.
But as soon as she entered this time, she sensed that the murals seemed somewhat different.
The brightly colored murals, which were originally nourished by rich magical energy, now seem to be covered by a faint gray mist.
No wonder Saintess Lanmi said rather cryptically that the current state of the Witch God Temple is hard to describe.
This feeling is indeed hard to explain.
The Temple of the Witch God was still the same Temple of the Witch God, and the murals were still the same murals, but the faint gray mist covering the murals made it less clear to comprehend the magical seals depicted in the murals.
This is not merely a visual obscurity, but rather the spiritual essence it contains has become unclear, thus increasing the difficulty of comprehending the Dharma seal.
No wonder that even after 150 years as a saintess, Lan Mi's cultivation level is still stuck at the Asking Heaven Realm.
Thinking of this, Yu Shan summoned his contracted spirit plant, Wanwan.
Ever since arriving in the Misty Heavenly Realm, the little one has been desperately absorbing the rich spiritual energy here. As the Pure Moon Sacred Lotus, she is like a fish in water here.
Compared to its owner, Yu Shan, Wan Wan's advancement speed is actually faster; it has quietly advanced two levels in the past few days.
Now, Wanwan is already a seventh-tier spiritual plant, almost catching up with the Thousand Silk of Bo Yiyan's family.
"Wanwan, help me release the purification seal!" the feather fan commanded.
"Yes, Master, you finally have a use for Wanwan!" Upon receiving the order, Wanwan immediately perked up and poured her purifying power into the magical power of the feather fan without reservation.
As the master and pet continued to release their purifying power, the faint gray mist on the mural slowly faded away, revealing the mural's original appearance.
Immersed in the hand gestures depicted in the murals, Li Meng discovered that the originally obscure and difficult gestures suddenly became much easier to understand.
She felt that she would gain a lot from this trip.
While purifying the gray mist, Yu Shan also kept an eye on the direction of the dispersing gray mist. Soon, she noticed that the gray mist was silently retreating towards the center of the altar of the Witch God Temple.
It's like a living creature retreating to its nest after encountering a natural enemy.
Following the direction in which the gray fog receded, Yu Shan saw that the bowl-shaped groove in the center of the altar, which had originally contained the ancestral spirit liquid, had dried up.
Originally, anyone who entered the Temple of the Witch God for the first time to comprehend the murals, if favored by the spirits of the ancestors, would have the opportunity to approach the altar and absorb the ancestral spirit liquid within.
As for how much one can absorb, it depends on individual fortune. Back then, Yu Shan absorbed three drops of the Witch Ancestor's Spirit Liquid.
The Ancestral Spirit Liquid is no ordinary spirit liquid; every drop is a treasure. After being absorbed into the body, it cannot be refined immediately, but it provides a massive supply of witch spirit power every time she breaks through a major realm.
Seeing the dried-up ancestral spirit liquid, Yu Shan was so sad that tears streamed down her face.
Each generation of holy maidens passed down the story that the pool of ancestral spirit liquid in the altar would automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, slowly condensing into ancestral spirit liquid to fill the small container.
But now it's dried up!
"Li Meng, do you know exactly what caused the Ancestral Witch's spiritual liquid to dry up?" Yu Shan had to interrupt Li Meng's comprehension of the magic seal.
"Huh? What is the Ancestral Spirit Liquid? I've never heard of it," Li Meng asked, confused.
Feather Fan was even more confused than her after hearing her answer.
The altar and the ancestral elixir of the Witch God Temple are things that every Holy Maiden, clan leader, and clan elder knows, but Elder Li Meng doesn't know them.
However, from this she could roughly deduce that the Ancestral Spirit Liquid Pool had been dry for at least 150 years, and the Holy Maiden Lan Mi probably didn't know that either.
Because she died so suddenly back then, she didn't have time to leave this secret, passed down orally, to the next saintess.
The four elders were also severely injured at the time, and were busy leading their people to settle in the new ancestral land. Some of the secrets of the Witch God Temple were taken to their graves with them.
Moreover, the elixir of the Witch Ancestor has now dried up, so even if this secret is passed down, it will only add to the sadness.
After gazing sadly at the dried-up pool of the Witch Ancestor's Spirit Liquid for a while, Yu Shan suddenly noticed a thick cloud of gray mist gathering at the bottom of the pool, which she had driven there using her purification seal.
Actually, she had been wondering about this earlier. Logically speaking, her purification technique, combined with her daughter Wanwan's, should be able to purify most of the filth in the world.
However, the gray fog was only diluted, not completely dissolved.
This was a special kind of energy she had never seen before, unlike the deadly infectious virus in the Flowing Light Galaxy, and unlike the demonic energy she had ever seen.
However, Yu Shan felt that the drying up of the Witch Ancestor's Spirit Liquid Pool must be related to it.
If the Ancestral Spirit Liquid Pool cannot be restored, the legacy of the Witch God Temple will likely be gradually lost under the erosion of this gray fog.
The problem seemed to be much more serious than she had thought. Without the inheritance of the Temple of the Witch God, the Holy Witch Clan would slowly lose their witch spirit power to communicate with heaven and earth.
Over time, this ethnic group may gradually disintegrate and even be assimilated by other ethnic groups.
Having lived through two lifetimes on both Blue Star and Green Algae Star, Feather Fan found it difficult to say whether it was better for this race to continue indefinitely or to disband and leave the mountains and forests.
However, the current crisis must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise the clan's territory will soon be annexed, and the clan members will naturally suffer a bad fate.
Since the Ancestral Spirit Liquid Pool has dried up, the barrier around the altar must no longer exist, right?
Sure enough, when she stepped toward the altar, she found that there were no more obstacles here.
Arriving at the center of the altar, she probed the thick gray mist with her divine sense and discovered that it seemed to be bottomless, as if it connected to another space!
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