#902 - Break the seal, the remaining soul

“Nuwa is right here!”

The shaman pointed solemnly at the Heaven-Mending Divine Stone.

Qin Changqing released his divine sense to investigate but found that the Heaven-Mending Stone suddenly emitted a gentle force that bounced his divine sense away.

Not only him, but also Yang Jian, Buddha, Sun Wukong and others.

Wu Yanran said, “This Heaven-Mending Divine Stone was left by Nuwa. It not only has the formations and restrictions personally set by Nuwa, but also the power seals left by the remnants of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans. We can unlock the power left by the Ancestral Shamans, but we cannot open Nuwa's part!”

Qin Changqing nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then I'll have to trouble you all!"

Several people floated backward, leaving the space for Wu Man and others.

Beside the colorful stone, the descendants of the twelve Ancestral Shamans, with solemn expressions, each holding the magical treasures left by their ancestors, silently surrounded the Heaven-Mending Divine Stone that carried endless years and legends.

Wu Liu, the patriarch of the Dijiang tribe, held a golden ancient mirror in his hand, with the original power of chaos before its separation flowing in the mirror.

His lips moved, his voice low, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time and space, resonating with the spirit of the ancient Dijiang.

As the incantation echoed, the golden ancient mirror bloomed with dazzling light, like the nascent universe, with infinite possibilities brewing in the chaos, directly striking the ancient seal on the Heaven-Mending Divine Stone.

Wu Yanran, the patriarch of the Jumang tribe, drew the cyan soft whip from her waist again. At this moment, the soft whip trembled like a spirit snake, and the green flowing from its body, like the river of life, silently infiltrated every corner of the seal, silently competing with the dead air within, paving a vibrant bridge for the road to breaking the seal.

Wu Man, the patriarch of the Zhurong tribe, held the giant axe in his hand high, and blazing divine fire spewed out from the axe blade again, as dazzling as the scorching sun.

At this moment, his eyes widened in anger, and he muttered to himself. Perhaps sensing the aura of the Heaven-Mending Divine Stone, this giant axe suddenly turned into a scarlet lightning bolt, cutting through the night sky and piercing the core of the seal.

The moment the divine fire collided with the seal, a deafening roar erupted, as if even the heavens and the earth were trembling.

Qin Changqing and others' eyes lit up slightly, and they could clearly see a crack in one of the layers of the seal on the Heaven-Mending Stone.

It really works!

Rumble!

Wu Xian, the patriarch of the Gonggong tribe, held a Netherworld Jade, with deep blue water flowing within, like the waves of the Netherworld Sea.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, merging with the water-based spiritual power in the Netherworld Jade, then suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, directly offering the Water Jade: "Break!"

In an instant, thousands of streams of water intertwined and turned into water dragons, entwining the Heaven-Mending Divine Stone, forming a sharp contrast with the divine fire spewed out by the giant axe. Between the interweaving of water and fire, the cracks in the seal became more and more obvious.

The other Ancestral Shaman tribe leaders were not willing to be outdone, and they all displayed their own magic weapons and spells.

The Lei Yin Drum resounded through the sky, releasing deafening thunder, the Time Wheel spun endlessly, trying to reverse the flow of years!

The Poison Mist Pearl spread out, turning into a deadly poisonous mist, corroding the seal, the Wind Wing Fan gently fanned, and a gale rose, blowing away the mist of the seal, and the Earthquake Hammer slammed down, causing the earth to tremble!

The Ice Scepter waved, freezing thousands of miles, while the Yellow Earth Pearl emitted a thick earthy yellow light, stabilizing this ancient land.

"That is… the Twelve Ancestral Shamans!"

Seemingly disturbed by the surrounding magical fluctuations, the heavenly eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows opened uncontrollably.

"Amitabha, the Twelve Ancestral Shamans have all turned into remnants… No, the souls of several of them are no longer there, only the remaining divine power is supporting them!"

The prayer beads in Buddha's hand kept fluctuating, staring at the phantoms rising from the magic weapons in the hands of the patriarchs, with a look of horror on his face.

The Great Emperor Fengdu's eyes were fixed on the magic weapon of the Houtu tribe leader. There, there was also a hazy phantom, but it was not a remnant soul, only strands of divine power intertwined, but unlike the phantoms transformed by other divine powers, this divine power was much more solid.

Fengdu didn't know the situation of the other Ancestral Shamans, but he knew Houtu well and definitely wouldn't have fallen.

Houtu created the Six Paths of Reincarnation back then, which was a great merit, and the golden body of merit condensed was extremely tough. Although the Six Paths of Reincarnation collapsed, it did not dissipate. Houtu is now integrated into the fragments of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, waiting for the opportunity to return.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Shamans, Houtu is indeed a very special existence.

That is to say, the divine power in the phantom summoned by the Houtu tribe leader is not like the other Ancestral Shamans, like rootless duckweed, but Houtu herself poured the divine power into it.

Qin Changqing was also a little shocked.

Before, he thought that all the Twelve Ancestral Shamans were alive, at least there were remnants, and there was still a possibility of resurrection.

But now it seems that at least seven of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans have fallen, leaving only five remnants.

The most solid of them is Dijiang, followed by Jumang, Zhurong, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu, who is currently unknown.

The strength of the Three Pure Ones is indeed terrifying. The Twelve Ancestral Shamans all possess strength no weaker than that of the Heavenly Venerate Saints, yet so many of them fell in that great catastrophe!

Now, although the Moral Heavenly Venerate has been shocked by himself, there are too many uncontrollable factors. Once the other party notices something is wrong, it will be a catastrophe. He must find at least a few more Heavenly Venerates to hold the ground, so that he has a chance to buffer.

This is also one of the reasons why Qin Changqing couldn't wait to awaken Nuwa.

Innate beings are gods from birth.

Then what about above innate beings?

Will they be like those creatures born in the earliest batch, directly becoming saints on the spot and becoming Heavenly Venerates?

Thinking of this, Qin Changqing's eyes lit up, and his heartbeat couldn't be controlled.

If that's the case, then it would be too heaven-defying!

In fact, there is still a difference between the earliest batch of innate beings and the later innate beings in essence.

Like the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Houtu, they received blessings from heaven and earth as soon as they were born, and even directly descended a lot of merit, directly condensing the golden body of merit and achieving the status of a saint.

And the later ones, like Sun Wukong, to put it bluntly, are actually artificially cultivated innate beings, at least there are traces of acquired existence, and there is no merit降下.

Just as Qin Changqing was fantasizing, the clouds in front of him steamed, and the colorful divine stone shook violently under the interweaving of the divine power of the twelve phantoms. The top layer of the seal finally couldn't bear it and completely shattered!

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