Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

At this time, the old oil man was enjoying a sip of Baihua Brew.

"Wonderful, wonderful, hahaha..." A satisfied smile appeared on the old greasy man's face.

This Baihua Nong was brewed by himself. After several years of storage, the taste became more mellow and sweet.

"Let's talk?"

The oily old man was startled when he heard the sound, and he opened his squinted eyes.

It was discovered that the person speaking was the temple’s advocate Xuan.

"Then let's talk."

The old oily man naturally knew what the temple owner wanted to talk to him.

He is about to go to the Temple of War to serve.

The heart of the witch ancestor is in the Temple of War.

Take the heart of the witch ancestor and let the witch ancestor be reborn.

It’s not just the temple owner’s purpose;

With the wisdom of the temple owner, I am afraid that he has already seen the inextricable connection between him and the relics of the ancestral witch.

Now that we are going to the Temple of War to hunt for treasures, we naturally need to make it clear.

Henry Zhang said straight to the point: "Tell me about your relationship with the ancestral witch relics."

The old oil man raised his head, looked at the sky in the distance, and said slowly.

"At that time, my Qiangzhi clan left the Immortal Cat Valley territory and was hunted down by the clan members all the way. They fled to the ruins of the ancestral witch."

"After narrowly escaping death, crossing the Divine Lake, there are only a few dozen people left alive among the strong branches who entered the ruins of the ancestral witches."

"Just like the last time we explored together, the five major temples and the Witch Temple cannot be entered at all, and we can only get some opportunities on the periphery."

"Later, I accidentally touched the forbidden curse in the ruins of the ancestral witch. The sea of ​​​​qi was shattered and I was dying."

"It was about to die. My wife, also known as the witch in the family, exhausted her energy and opened the Temple of Inscriptions among the five major temples."

"The Qiangzhi people carried me into the Inscription Temple...I don't know what happened next."

"When I woke up, I just found that I was still alive, but my father, my mother, and my wife were gone, leaving me alone."

"My memory is sealed!"

"I returned to Fairy Cat Valley. It was Zhang Yuhuai who protected me. I, a useless person, was not targeted. I have always wanted to know what happened after entering the ruins of the ancestral witch."

"I sold all the spiritual fields and exchanged them for 80,000 medium-grade spiritual stones. I hired an array master from the previous sect's merchants who was good at removing seals to remove the memory seal."

"That's when I finally found out what happened next."

"It turns out that my wife is the descendant of a spirit fox raised by the high priest of the ancestral witch ruins. When the ancestral witch ruins were destroyed, the spirit fox happened to be wandering in the black forest and escaped."

"There is a trace of high priest energy sealed in the blood of Linghu's descendants. It was with this trace of energy that my wife opened the ban on the inscription temple."

"My tribe took me into the Inscription Temple and found the Inscription Sword Pond."

"Without this trace of vitality, my wife only had one breath left at that time, but she still sent me into the inscribed sword pool."

"To activate the Inscription Sword Pool, you need to sacrifice the living soul to the Witch Sea."

"My wife directly sacrificed herself in order to inspire the inscribed sword pool..."

"But there is still no movement in the Inscription Sword Pond. My mother, my brother, and my tribe all sacrificed themselves to Wu Hai for me."

"It's just because they think I'm the most talented among Qiangzhi and should live."

"The last one is my father. I will never forget the sigh he made before he sacrificed himself."

"The last words he said to me: I don't blame you for giving up the position of patriarch. You have your own way. The family should not be a burden to you. It is not a good father. If you should forget about the past, just forget it. "

"I wanted to shout, but I didn't even have the strength to shout."

"My father used a secret method to seal my memory. After he sacrificed the living soul, the inscribed sword pool was activated."

"In a daze, I just felt the original sword soul enter my body one after another. I couldn't bear such strong energy filling my body, and fell into coma again."

"When I woke up again, I was kicked out of the Temple of Inscription."

"After recovering my memory, my temperament changed drastically and I only wanted revenge!"

"But, I only have Qi refining skills, and the Qi sea is broken, I am a useless person, and I have no ability to take revenge."

"Later, I risked a narrow escape and entered the ruins of the ancestral witch many times."

"I also found that every time I was in danger, the sword spirit in my body would be stimulated and I would use my killing moves, which put me in danger many times."

"In the ruins of the ancestral witch, through multiple inscriptions, I saw the legend about the witch ancestor."

"The ancestor of the witch has refined his nine-turn true body, which is comparable to a god-like being and can swim freely in the witch sea."

"The souls of my wife, my father, my mother, and my people are all sacrificed in the Sea of ​​Witches."

"If I can resurrect the witch ancestors, I may be able to rely on the witch ancestors to find their living souls in the sea of ​​​​witches."

"I want to bring them back to life again!"

"Later, I compared multiple inscriptions. If I want to resurrect the witch ancestor, I must find the heart of the witch ancestor."

"But, I am just a monk with a broken Qi sea. Where can I find the heart of the witch ancestor?"

"I have hesitated, I have been decadent, I have cried, but I have never given up."

"In order to maintain the first level of Qi refining and prevent me from turning into a mortal, I consume dozens of times more cultivation resources than an ordinary monk."

"For this reason, I have repeatedly ventured into dangerous places. As long as I can earn spiritual stones, I will do anything."

"Time waits for no one, fifty years have passed."

"I still didn't know where the heart of the ancestral witch was until the time I entered the ruins of the ancestral witch with you."

"I'll use you to draw out the backhand arranged by the black-shirted witch."

"After you entered the Wu Sea, I followed you closely, took a lot of merit stones, upgraded to a Wu disciple, and entered the Wu Sea."

"On the beach of the Wu Sea, I heard the conversation between the two of you, and then I knew that the heart of the Wu Ancestor was in the Temple of the God of War."

The old oily head finished slowly.

His voice was so calm when he narrated.

It seemed that he was not telling his own story, but the story of another person.

He was telling the story of Zhang Jianqiu, the peerless genius of the tribe.

Zhang Xuan felt as if a big stone was pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

He could not imagine how the old oily head had survived for the past fifty years.

It turned out that suffering was not hysteria, not crying and wailing, but constantly getting old in the torment of time.

The old oily head was hunched, his skin was dry and yellow, and his head was full of messy white hair.

It was such a great perseverance that allowed him to survive these fifty years.

It was to find the souls of his wife, his father, his mother, and his tribe in the sea of ​​suffering.

Zhang Xuan did not comfort him, because he knew that the old oily man did not need comfort.

"Follow me to the War God Temple tomorrow and prepare well." Zhang Xuan said and turned to leave.

"Okay, hehe..."

The voice from behind was still the old oily man's frivolous voice.

However, what Zhang Xuan could not see was that a line of turbid tears flowed from the corner of the old oily man's eyes.

This time he went to serve in the War God Temple.

He originally planned to bring Ziyuan Zhenren with him.

However, thinking that the stall of Wuyou City was getting bigger and bigger.

The high-end combat power of Xianmao Valley was stretched to the limit.

Zhang Xuan decided to leave Ziyuan Zhenren in Wuyou City to garrison, and he only took the old oily man to serve in the War God Temple.