The legacy of the Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain
Black Water Pool on the southern coast.
While Lü Yan and Tengshe She set off for the South Sea, Ao Zhen arrived at the deepest part of the Black Water Pool.
Here, besides the tombstone erected by Ao Mo for Jiugui, there is also a faintly visible golden ring.
Through this golden ring, one can see the misty, cloud-shrouded land on the other side.
That was the forbidden area of Great Xia, the stronghold of the Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain— Wu Witch Mountain.
As the only place in the world where the Refining Falsehood into Reality, Witch Mountain is also the place closest to the subconscious of all living beings.
As the Wondrous Tree of Seven Treasures manifested, countless changes could be vaguely seen amidst the swirling smoke and clouds.
Immersed in this situation, the Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain were all extremely busy, constantly sweeping away the desires that had escaped from their subconscious, especially given the ongoing war in the Heavenly Realm.
To avoid the war, a considerable number of the Eight Legions fled in panic to either the mortal world or the Netherworld.
Among them, the Eight Legions who fled to Witch Mountain were the most numerous.
However, Witch Mountain is no safe place; in terms of danger, it far surpasses the current bloodbath battlefield.
From Ao Zhen's current perspective, one can clearly see thick, sturdy tree roots weaving freely through the clouds and mist of Witch Mountain. These tree roots originate from the Ginseng Fruit Tree of Wuzhuang Temple.
All the Eight Legions captured by it were transformed into Ginseng Fruit amidst screams of agony.
It is obvious that although the Ginseng Fruit is a longevity fruit cultivated by the Six Witches of Kaiming, its nature is completely different from that of the Peach of Immortality.
The pragmatic shamans of the Great Xia Dynasty wouldn't care what nutrients these Ginseng Fruit were used to grow.
"You are more like demons than those demon kings."
After watching for a while, Ao Zhen frowned and said in a low voice.
Then, as if in response to Ao Zhen's words, Wu Xian, holding a witch's staff, appeared out of Wu Xian air opposite the golden ring.
"In this day and age, only by living more like a demon than a demon can one keep up with the times."
With a nonchalant chuckle, Wu Xian, an immortal who had lived for thousands of years, had long since become indifferent to these comments.
Even among all the pragmatic shamans, Wu Xian was an absolute pragmatist.
"Besides, when it comes to 'demons,' how good are you really?"
"The textbooks of the Hundred Lands Mountain Range shouldn't have taught you to use innocent people as pawns, right?"
Faced with Wu Xian's remarks, Ao Zhen simply refuted them without changing his expression.
"Ao Mo is not innocent; he had a choice."
"If he doesn't choose to Water Traveling Dragon Transformation, I can guarantee him a peaceful life in the Hundred Lands Mountain Range."
"This is Jiugui's wish, and it's also my promise to Sixth Brother."
At this point, Ao Zhen paused slightly before continuing.
"However, Ao Mo harbored resentment, and I merely went along with the situation, helping him fulfill his wish."
"To maintain the stability of the Hundred Lands Mountain Range, the South Sea Dragon King must die, and the Dragon Lord can never be resurrected."
Wu Xian stared intently at Ao Zhen for a moment, then merely gave a disdainful smile.
"Hypocrite, I never imagined that the Hundred Lands Mountain Range would produce such a hypocrite."
"Even without Ao Mo, you would have chosen someone else anyway, so it doesn't make much difference."
"Besides, although the South Sea Dragon King is mad, he has always kept his distance from the Hundred Lands Mountain Range and poses no threat to the 'stability' you speak of." "You just want revenge, am I right?"
Ao Zhen did not refute Wu Xian's words; he merely glanced at him indifferently.
"None of this concerns you."
"I just wanted to let you know that our deal is done, and we have nothing to do with each other from now on."
The Wu Xian tapped the ground lightly with his staff and replied noncommittally.
"From the moment you inherited the name ' Wu Zhen,' you were destined to be one of the Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain in the future."
Ao Zhen Wu Zhen's adopted son and the successor to the next Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain.
This has little to do with whether he was born in the Hundred Lands Mountain Range or settled in Great Xia.
After all, "Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain" is just a title, a large witch group that is similar to a mutual aid organization.
It would be very simple for Ao Zhen to withdraw from the Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain.
That would be to find a successor, just like Wu Zhen did, and hold a succession ceremony.
However, Wu Xian was certain that Ao Zhen would not easily give up this tradition.
Even if it weren't for his own ambition, but simply to know the movements of the Great Xia, he would definitely inherit the identity of "Wu Zhen". As for whether Ao Zhen is a hypocrite?
Wu Xian didn't care, and it wasn't important to him.
Because regardless of whether Ao Zhen is a hypocrite to outsiders, his feelings for the Hundred Lands Mountain Range are beyond question.
Ao Zhen, who was born and raised here, only has the Hundred Lands Mountain Range as a place that can fully embrace him.
This is his home, the place he will protect no matter what.
"Speaking of which, you and Xiangliu, who did you give that Bora Flower to?"
"I originally thought you gave that Bora Flower to Jiugui, which is why she was able to retain her own obsession and transform into Mahoraga." "But judging from Ao Fei's behavior, he doesn't seem normal either?"
With his deep gaze fixed ahead, Wu Xian seemed to see through Ao Zhen the battle that had taken place on Subduing Dragon Island in the South Sea South Sea.
Only when approaching the southern coast do the waves calm down slightly.
It was Guanshiyin from the Purple Bamboo Grove who made her move, but she silently chose to observe from the sidelines.
From this perspective alone, the internal strife within the South Sea Dragon Race, instigated by Ao Zhen, involves far more people than it appears on the surface. "Your curiosity is a bit excessive."
Suddenly frowning, Ao Zhen refuted in an unquestionable tone.
"You asked Xiangliu to give me that Bora Flower, wasn't it because you wanted to stay out of this?"
"Now that this goal has been achieved, isn't that enough?"
After a slight pause, Wu Xian immediately smiled and spoke.
"You're right, I was indeed a bit too curious."
"But our plan hasn't been finalized yet, so it's best to be cautious."
"Whether you choose Ao Fei or Ao Mo, I just hope you don't end up losing more than you gain."
After speaking, Wu Xian disappeared from Ao Zhen's sight again without waiting for Ao Zhen's reply.
Along with it, the golden ring that connected to Witch Mountain also disappeared.
This is a time-space passage created by the Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain, modeled after the [Heaven and Earth Ring] and the [Mystic Garden Barrier].
Although it was a one-time event, it disregarded distance, allowing them to cross directly from Witch Mountain to the South Sea without attracting anyone's attention. "To lose sight of the bigger picture?"
With a complex expression, Ao Zhen stared at the vanished golden ring, then turned his head to look in the direction of Subduing Dragon Island.
"For me, the real 'big' thing is to bring peace and stability to the South Sea Dragon Race."
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