Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

Inside the Ancestral Temple.

The Wood God Jumang sat cross-legged on the ground, his tender green willow branches like nimble fingers groping their way forward into the boundless darkness.

Suddenly, Jumang seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.

Among the dense willow branches, one branch discovered a hole.

Jumang walked into the cave entrance, and after walking for a short while, he suddenly felt that the view in front of him was open and bright.

The place is full of life, with lush trees everywhere, colorful flowers in full bloom, and vibrant green grass.

This place is filled with rich life energy, making Jumang, the god of wood, linger here.

Jumang kept moving forward. With each step he took, bright little flowers would bloom on the grass beneath his feet, swaying in the wind as if waving their little hands to greet him.

Every breath of air here is invigorating, as if you were in a secluded paradise.

Beneath a gigantic peach tree, a beautiful young girl sat on the grass, carefully tending to an injured little white rabbit.

The girl touched the little white rabbit's leg with her fingertip, and a rich life energy spread out, instantly healing the rabbit's injured leg, which then hopped away happily.

Ju Mang raised an eyebrow; this girl's healing skills were no less than his own...

The girl lifted her skirt and slowly stood up. A gentle breeze blew by, and countless pink peach petals drifted down with the wind.

Amidst a romantic shower of peach blossoms, the young girl turned to look at Jumang, her exquisite beauty surpassing even that of Nuwa.

Gou Mang's heart was pounding wildly; he thought he might be in love...

"Such powerful life energy, may I ask... what is it called?"

The girl's voice was melodious and charming, full of spirit, as she smiled and looked at Jumang.

Jumang coughed lightly and looked at the girl, "Jumang, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Wood God. May I ask your name, young lady?"

The girl smiled and said, "I have no name, or rather, the gods of our time did not have names."

"Later generations called me the Ancestral God of Life, but I feel that this title is cold and lifeless."

"If you'd like, you can call me Xuanxuan."

"Xuanxuan? What a lovely name, it sounds so vibrant." Jumang nodded. "Better than any 'Ancestral God of Life'..."

Ju Mang was speaking when he suddenly realized something, "You just said that later generations would call you... the Ancestral God of Life?!"

Xuanxuan smiled and said, "It's just a title, there's no need to care."

Jumang glanced around. No wonder this place had such rich life energy; it turned out that this Ancestral God of Life was here to oversee it.

"I thought no one would ever come here again, but I never expected to meet you."

"Seeing that you also possess such abundant life energy, I feel at ease entrusting it to you."

"I hope that under your care, it can take root, sprout, and grow strong."

As Xuanxuan spoke, she placed her hand on her heart, and a surge of rich life energy rippled out, revealing a green seed that slowly appeared in her palm.

"This is……?!"

Sensing that unparalleled life energy, Jumang looked at the green seed in Xuanxuan's hand with a shocked expression.

Xuanxuan smiled and said, "This is the origin of life, something I have always protected."

"The reason I can still live and create this paradise is entirely due to its existence."

"The source of life is extremely important. It is the most powerful weapon against the invasion of those monsters, and also the treasure that those monsters covet the most."

"Promise me that you will never lose it, no matter what, and that you will protect it with your life."

As she spoke, Xuanxuan handed the life essence in her hand to Jumang.

Jumang carefully accepted it, holding the essence of life in his hands.

Life today is extremely fragile; it can perish with the slightest carelessness.

If you want this seed to grow into a towering tree, you have to water it with countless efforts.

"Cough cough..."

Xuanxuan's face was pale, and her life force was like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

Jumang placed the source of life on his chest and quickly helped Xuanxuan up.

"You know perfectly well that you will die if you lose the source of life, so why did you give it to me?"

Xuanxuan said with a smile, "The preciousness of life lies in its gradual withering after it bravely blossoms."

"Death is something every life must face. Only by facing death can we cherish the journey of life more."

"There is no need to be sad. The meaning of my existence is to hand over the essence of life to those who are destined to receive it, so that it may bloom into the flower of life once again."

"I believe that with your careful nurturing, the flower of life will bloom again."

"Gumang, thank you, goodbye..."

After Xuanxuan finished speaking, she transformed into countless streams of light and disappeared into the void.

Even Jumang, the Wood God who was skilled in witchcraft and medicine and could bring withered trees back to life, felt powerless at this moment as life slipped away...

With Xuanxuan's disappearance, the entire paradise was swallowed by the endless desert. All the flowers and trees withered, and the passing of life began to take shape at this moment...

Yellow sand filled the sky, swallowing all life; what was once a thriving paradise turned into a desolate desert.

However, in the very heart of the desert, a small grave lies quietly.

On a wooden plaque, written in bold, flowing strokes, are the words: Xuanxuan's Tomb.

Before the small grave, a pink flower slowly blooms, undeterred even by the fiercest sandstorms, demonstrating its tenacious vitality...

……

Three figures rushed over from afar, and upon seeing the graves in the desert, they froze in place.

Zhu Rong looked at the tomb with a surprised expression, "Damn, the wooden block is dead?! How come another one died?!"

"What do you mean 'again'?" Shebishi's lips twitched slightly. "It's so you can read more books and learn modern writing so you won't embarrass yourself everywhere."

"This clearly says 'Xuanxuan's Tomb.' Even if you can't read, you can tell that these two identical things can't possibly mean Jumang, right?"

"Oh... Wood isn't dead? Then who is this Xuanxuan?" Zhu Rong asked with a curious expression.

Shebishi rolled her eyes. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Gu Tianchen squatted down and felt the small pink flower full of vitality.

"They just left not long ago, let's look for them."

"No need to look anymore, he's with me."

Michael's voice came from the void.

"Father Michael? Where are you?" Gu Tianchen asked hurriedly.

"I used the power of miracles to search for your whereabouts, and I finally found you."

"The three of you should head northwest until you reach the very center of the Ancestral Temple, where you will find us."

Zhu Rong, carrying his flaming halberd, said, "We can't even find north right now, so where are we supposed to look for northwest?"

Gu Tianchen took the Kunlun Mirror from his waist and turned it over to the back.