Count (Seeking Collection)

Feng Xi'er stared at the Gate of Flesh and Blood in the distance, her body trembling slightly.

"Ancient Gods!"

"These deities are unlike those in our East. Legends say they are incredibly ferocious and bizarre. Even a single glance can cause corruption, leading to madness and transformation into a monster, or at the very least, a drastic change in one's disposition, as if becoming a second person..."

"Although such beings cannot easily descend into the world, and even breaking through the barriers to manifest an avatar is difficult, they are more than capable of creating dependents who can wreak havoc."

"I discovered some clues previously and reported them to the Grand Protector. He ordered me to investigate here. I originally thought that with my Gang Sha realm cultivation, a detachment of Black Armored Iron Cavalry, and a battalion of soldiers, I could easily suppress a few remnants of the Felix Family. I never expected them to hide such immense power."

She never imagined that the other party could actually maintain the ritual to such an extent!

At this moment, she was firmly blocked by Fisher and his men. Although she could see the Gate of Flesh and Blood, it was out of reach, let alone the thought of destroying it.

Feng Xi'er was exceptionally intelligent and was taken in as a disciple by the Cloud Mirror Sect from a young age, where she was taught Daoist Magic. She had now reached the second level of Refining Sha.

The Gang Sha realm could be divided into two steps: one was refining Yin Sha Qi, known as consuming the nine Yin, and the other was refining Yang Gang Qi, known as swallowing the eight Yang.

In reality, some rudimentary Daoist Arts could be performed by ordinary people, but their power was extremely shallow.

Once Yin Sha Qi was used as a foundation, a true 'spell talisman seed' could be formed in the Sea of Consciousness. When casting spells in the future, one could form a spell with a single thought, making it incredibly convenient and astonishingly powerful.

She was currently at the second level of Refining Sha, having refined a strand of Peach Blossom Sha Qi into a protective spell, the Five-Colored Peach Blossom Feather Robe, and a strand of Geng Jin Sha Qi, which transformed into nine willow leaf flying daggers capable of beheading targets within a hundred paces.

Of course, besides these, she could also learn and cast other Daoist Arts, but their power was small and troublesome. At most, they were used for daily convenience, such as cleaning clothes, warding off fire and dust, or fetching water from afar. They were insufficient for combat.

Cultivators in the Gang Sha realm could only master seventeen Gang Sha spells, which were called fundamental methods and formed the basis for breaking through to higher realms.

As for other Daoist Arts cultivated by themselves, they were considered external and unorthodox paths, not part of the mainstream. No matter how well they were cultivated, they would have no good outcome.

Feng Xi'er was currently inwardly furious.

The third spell she had planned to cultivate was to gather Sha Qi like Clear Wind Sha and Yin Wind Sha, and cultivate a Minor Wind Evasion Technique, a type of flying Daoist Art.

This spell, while not allowing her to soar through the sky on a sword, could still allow her to fly a hundred zhang off the ground, covering dozens of miles.

If she had succeeded, she wouldn't be stuck here miserably.

Unfortunately, although ordinary Sha Qi was abundant, Sha Qi suitable for cultivating the Minor Wind Evasion Technique was rather rare. She had been searching tirelessly but found no clues.

Seeing the situation had become so critical, she gritted her teeth and took out a talisman from her embrace.

This talisman was bright yellow all over, with blood-red cinnabar lines that seemed alive, glowing faintly and emitting a warm aura. It was a talisman refined with a Yang Gang spell.

Yin Sha spells were inherently yin in nature and easily countered by various methods.

However, once a spell became Yang Gang, it gained an extra layer of power and was less susceptible to various countermeasures.

This talisman was not bestowed by the sect but was a testament to the family's heritage.

She had to be quite favored to possess one or two for self-defense.

"By decree, summon the thunder!"

Feng Xi'er formed a hand seal and threw the talisman.

The talisman transformed into a circle of lightning in mid-air, its momentum extremely astonishing. It was actually the Five Thunder Orthodox Method!

BOOM!

As the lightning swept across, several mages turned into charcoal on the spot, falling to the ground.

Fisher was also struck by a stray bolt of lightning, collapsing to the ground, unable to move.

"It's Sergeant Fisher?"

Tang Xiuzhen stepped forward, a cruel smile on her face. With a wave of her hand, Fisher's head flew off, spurting blood.

"Quick, kill that woman!"

With no further obstacles, Feng Xi'er led her people to the altar. She pointed at Dilia, preparing to throw another Yang Gang talisman.

At this moment, Dilia had reached the final step of the ritual. She had inscribed a horizontal '8' shape on the ground, a mysterious symbol representing infinity, and placed a sacrificial offering resembling a blood-red stone in front of it. In exchange, she placed a black box.

"Uncle Fisher!"

Seeing Fisher killed, a trace of hatred flashed across her face as she opened the box.

Inside the box was a human head!

Its face was withered, its hair sparse, and it was almost skin and bones.

What's more, a black dagger was plunged into its forehead.

Dilia looked at the approaching figures, a smile appearing at the corner of her lips. She pulled out the dagger: "Ancestor... awaken!"

As soon as the dagger was pulled out, the corpse's withered face twitched violently. It suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of evil yet wise orbs!

Its eyeballs rolled, and it looked towards Feng Xi'er outside the altar.

Feng Xi'er's entire body turned cold, her mind filled with a single thought: "First Generation Count?!"

The next moment.

The world spun.

She found herself in a dark space. The Yang Gang talisman in her hand missed the altar. Infinite lightning fell into the surrounding darkness and was swallowed by it.

It seemed that the other party had merely glanced at her, teleporting her and her subordinates to an infinitely distant small world.

"Divine Ability! Unfathomable, that is Divine Ability!"

Feng Xi'er gave a wry smile, gazing at the surging darkness.

"Ah!"

Several screams echoed. They were her subordinates, who turned into white bones the moment the darkness touched them, their flesh and blood vanishing in an instant.

Among them was even Que'er.

But she had no power to fight back. Even the protective five-colored feather garment on her body was like a candle in the wind, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment.

"My Lord… I…"

Tang Xiuzhen looked at her with lingering affection, her lips moving as if to speak her last words. But before she could, she was swallowed by the darkness.

Feng Xi'er's face was ashen, already lost in despair.

The altar.

Dilia's face lit up with joy as she saw the ancestor's head glance once, and all enemies disappeared.

"Ancestor… you have finally awakened. With you here, our Felix Family can restore its glory!"

"No, it's not enough… I only used a special spell to sever and seal my head. Only in this way could I preserve my wisdom over the long passage of time and wait for this moment…"

The head let out an ancient voice: "In the long darkness, I realized that even death is not the end. In the ancient strangeness, even death can be annihilated… Now, I will preside over this ritual, allowing my Lord's power to descend and grant me a complete resurrection."

He was somewhat impatient.

This was because the seal that preserved his wisdom could not last long.

After the dagger left, although his wisdom was restored, it was gradually being eroded by madness.

This was the price required to maintain this consciousness for such a long time!