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Chapter 328: The Priests of the Gods Collude with the Witch Clan
"The spirit spreads across the heaven and earth, and the soul returns to the ancestors!"

“Ah, um…”

On the tribe’s altar were placed the bodies of tribesmen who had died of the plague, all wrapped in sackcloth.

The head of the corpse was facing the Central Plains, which was the origin of the Wu clan and the place where their ancestors rose in legend.

The outside world is not the witch’s hometown, the Central Plains is. This is the first thing every witch knows after being born.

Even if they cannot be buried in their hometown after death, with the guidance of the elders, they can still climb the ladder to return to the hometown of their ancestors after death.

A solemn ceremony was performed among the tribe.

The elder held high the soul flag and waved it continuously to point the way for the deceased.

The plague swept through the tribe, and even though the warriors drove it away, the weak and frail still died of the disease one after another.

The same scenes were played out in every tribe, and an atmosphere of sadness filled the air.

"Is it better to burn it?"

A young man in white looked at the scene in front of him and said in a firm tone.

He was as handsome as a virgin, with two huge pearls on his eyebrows, as if inlaid on his brow bone.

Dressing like this is quite unusual, and even among people in the Central Plains, she is the most unique one.

And the words that came out of his mouth simply aroused public anger.

The Wu tribe worships their ancestors, and their funeral ceremonies involve the elders performing rituals to guide the souls of the deceased back to their homeland without damaging the body.

When they heard that he was going to burn the bodies of the deceased, they all looked at him angrily.

"Sorry, I spoke too much just now. I'll leave now."

The young man in white clasped his hands together, bowed repeatedly to apologize, and his expression was very sincere.

Under the gaze of many angry eyes, the young man in white retreated away from the vicinity of the altar and was leaving the tribe step by step.

He looked at the vast sky around him and shook his sleeves. "The customs are different. This situation is more difficult to open up than the Central Plains!"

Then he smiled again, "Because of this, there is a lot of potential to be tapped. We only need to conquer one tribe, and the rest will not be a problem."

Compared with the division and occupation of various cities in the Central Plains, although the Wu clan also has tribes, the communication between them is smooth and there is no barrier.

The young man in white clapped his hands and puffed out his chest, "I am even more ambitious."

Half a day later...

He met Golbuhan and the Fist Puppet.

"I heard that the Central Plains Shi Shen Sect sent an envoy to persuade our tribe to accept the White-robed Burial Disciple. Is that you?"

The young man in white smiled and clasped his hands together, "It is me, Master Hunter. Are you interested in listening to me talk about the principles of the law of the gods?"

"Not interested, I'm looking for someone."

Golbuhan warned him, "You are a Central Plains person, so be careful. We are currently hunting down the remnants who escaped from Zunyang City."

"No, it's irrelevant. I'm not afraid."

The young man in white waved his hand, "Master Hunter, let's talk about the benefits of cremation!"

Golbuhan looked grim, staring at him and said, "I always feel that the Shi Shen Cult is harboring evil intentions, whether in the Central Plains or in my Wu Clan, there are secrets that cannot be revealed."

Seeing that the other party wanted to say something, he gestured for him not to speak yet, "Listen to me."

"The main business of the Shishen Sect is to collect corpses and cremate them. Even in the Central Plains, it is difficult for people to accept it. And my Wu clan has a fixed ritual for salvation."

"Well, I happen to know a little about the origin of the Buddhist religion."

"When all living things wither, the true God will appear!"

"The world is a big cage that imprisons the ancient gods. If you want to free the gods, you must break the cage." "In other words, your ultimate goal is to destroy this world?"

The young man in white grinned, "The old men are just bragging. No one has been able to destroy the world in all these years!"

"Warriors always shout about killing the sky and trampling the earth, and destroying the universe, but look, the world remains the same, and the mountains and rivers are forever."

"I have no interest in destroying the world. My goal is to climb higher and higher by relying on the big tree of Buddhism."

"I came here to solicit business. You have been at war recently and many people have died. You need our Shishen Sect."

Golbuhan flatly refused, "Our ancestral customs must not be changed."

"Okay, the witches will stay the same, but there are hundreds of thousands of casualties inside and outside Zunyang City. They are not your responsibility, and it will be troublesome to deal with them. It is better to let the Shi Shen Sect cremate them on your behalf."

The young man in white clothes bowed and said, "I am just an errand boy. The people above have already discussed it. Now I am just going through the motions."

"Although your tone is harsh, you already knew about this matter. Otherwise, you should have killed me the first time you saw me."

"How can an elite hunter riding a witch beast not have this kind of murderous nature?"

Golbuhan did not say anything. He had already seen that beneath the other party's playful appearance, there was wisdom that was no less than his own.

The Buddhist sect sent a remarkable up-and-coming talent here.

"what's your name?"

The young man was slightly stunned, then introduced himself, "I am an unknown person, from the Southern Hall of the Shi Shen Sect, Jiang Nie."

"Ranked among the white priests, um, and also has a nickname, the Eight Great Conveniences."

The door of convenience refers to a flexible path, opening a door in a dead end to facilitate passage.

There are many directions in the world. If convenient doors can be opened in all directions, it will be a savior in desperate situations.

Jiang Nie's nickname is "Eight Aspects", which represents his style of doing things. He makes things convenient for others and himself, and is best at creating a situation where both sides are happy.

Golbuhan understood the meaning of this nickname and became even more wary of Jiang Nie.

"Master Hunter, I think the intention of the Shi Shen Cult is correct, but it is not the right thing for us to destroy the world by ourselves."

"Look, over the years, the situation has deteriorated, natural disasters and man-made disasters have occurred frequently. Your witch tribe has returned to the Central Plains, and war is inevitable. Famine, plague, and demon chaos are too many factors that can destroy the world."

"Let me ask you, is there any need to worry about our Shi Shen Sect?"

"Jiang believes that the path of the Buddhist God religion is to be a spectator and recorder, witnessing life and death, and experiencing changes. Perhaps one day I can really live like the old men said and live until the world is destroyed."

"If that day comes when the cage is broken, will it be the true God that comes out, or someone else?"

"Hahaha!"

The white-robed priest Jiang Nie left, leaving behind words that made Golbuhan ponder.

As soon as the Wu Clan entered the Central Plains, they encountered the Golden Immortal Sect and the Buddhist Sect one after another. The emergence of these ancient sects represented the tremendous changes that had taken place in the world.

After the Martial Saint disappeared for many years, the stable situation in the world began to shake.

"Nine Cauldrons, the future and way out of our clan lies on the Nine Cauldrons."

Golbuhan's gaze became determined. With his wisdom, he could see the way forward clearly and knew the strategies and goals of the witch clan's top leaders.

Occupying the cities in the Central Plains and taking over the magpie's nest is not the ultimate goal.

The way for the Wu Clan to survive is to trace the Nine Cauldrons and restore the precious treasures and secrets left by the gods.

Zunyang City was built by the Grand Master of the Central Plains. It was also one of the places where the Nine Cauldrons once appeared, and traces of the Nine Cauldrons are buried there.

The wild and untamed land they came from was a place that even the Nine Cauldrons disdained to visit. It was a place outside the real world, an abandoned place.

The wizards stepped out of the country to participate in the competition for the Nine Cauldrons of Heaven and Man and fight for this world.

(End of this chapter)