Divine Seal: God Descends, Holy Priest Riding a Black Dragon

Chapter 9: Weapons Forged by Ghosts?

The man in the golden robe casually used a skill to draw Wen Tai in front of him.

Upon reaching the man, Wen Tai's vision instantly cleared, revealing a scene resembling a fairyland: golden clouds, azure sky, and fragrant, verdant ancient forests.

Outside the ancient forest stands a huge rock, on which four large characters, "Elf Forest," have been carved by someone.

"Hello, little friend," the sage-like man said gently.

The powerful figures in the Priest Temple all seem to possess the art of preserving their youth. Whether it's the saintly man before them or Cardinal Ruoshui, they don't appear to be very old.

"Hello, senior." Wen Tai respectfully performed the pastor's salute.

"I am Qi Daochun, and I can be considered one of the most senior people in the Priest Temple. You can call me Grandmaster," the gentle man said with a calm smile.

"Grandmaster...Grandpa?" Wen Tai was a little shocked.

Is this saint really that old?
Wen Tai wasn't entirely convinced, but he figured the Holy One wouldn't lie to him.

Qi Daochun smiled slightly and said, "Isn't it very strange that I can live for so long? Actually, I have the bloodline of an immortal race, so do you understand now?"

Wen Tai nodded, indicating that he understood.

Qi Daochun said, "Our Priest Temple's treasury is actually the most special of the six temples. The treasuries of the other temples are just small worlds created by the ancient elven powers, while our Priest Temple's treasury is directly the ancestral land of the ancient elven race."

Wen Tai was taken aback. The ancient elven territory?

The ancient elves were once the most powerful race, not only with extended lifespans, but also with a civilization that developed brilliant magic and powerful martial arts, and even in manufacturing, they were no less capable than the dwarves.

This race is just too perfect.

But in the laws of the world, perfection means imbalance, and ultimately this race perished because of this very pursuit of perfection.

Qi Daochun didn't say much, but said, "Go in. If there is a lineage that recognizes you, it will guide you forward."

The Elf Forest holds the treasures of the ancient Elf race, and may even contain the legacy of the ancient Dragon race.

According to historical records from the glorious era, the elves and dragons once enjoyed a period of close relations, with dragons traveling to the elven forests every thirty years to serve as guardians.

Later, a rift developed between the two races, and even when the elves were destroyed, the dragons were still in a cold war!

Perhaps even the dragons themselves didn't expect that the behemoth that was the elves would suddenly collapse and be wiped out so unexpectedly that they themselves were caught off guard.

Wen Tai slowly walked into the Elf Forest, expecting to undergo some kind of trial before receiving guidance. However, to his surprise, countless small points of light appeared in his field of vision as soon as he entered the Elf Forest.

These tiny lights were enticing Wen Tai to their side, a sight that even Qi Daochun outside had never witnessed before.

"Hiss~~~ That's strange. What's so captivating about this child that he's awakened so many elven treasures?"

Qi Daochun couldn't understand, so he could only say, "You can only choose one."

"Understood, Grandmaster."

Wen Tai felt very sorry for him. So many treasures were right in front of him, but he could only choose one. How pitiful!

He closed his eyes and used Austin's dragon sense to observe the energy intensity of these treasures! After observing for a while, Wen Tai discovered a pattern: the treasure lights became stronger the deeper into the elven forest, and at the deepest point that his dragon sense could detect, there was a bright, multicolored sphere.

You are the one.

After locking onto the location, Wen Tai headed towards the seven-colored ball. Although he didn't know what the colored ball represented, he figured it wouldn't be too bad.

Wen Tai used wind magic to accelerate himself and quickly arrived at the location indicated by the colorful ball.

Wen Tai's breathing faltered.

Before him stood an ancient sacred tree beyond human comprehension. Every groove on its rough trunk was etched with the marks of time. Its trunk, which would take more than twenty people to encircle, pierced the sky and cast a shadow that blocked out the sun.

The bark surface is covered with mysterious dark gold patterns, like some ancient seal that is slowly awakening.

At a height of more than ten feet above the ground, a naturally formed tree hole emitted a faint glow.

A longbow with an ancient design floats in the tree hollow. The bow is made of some unknown material and appears completely black from a distance, but upon closer inspection, one can see the dense elven runes covering its surface!
Wen Tai simply stretched out his hand, and the ancient, black bow floated automatically in front of him. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. A gentle breeze blew on his face, and the ancient bow released a melodious flute sound.

Wen Tai raised his hand and stroked the heavy ancient bow. This bow was very strange and did not seem to be a work of the ancient Elven race, but it did indeed appear in the Elven territory.

Wentai gripped the great bow and then emerged from the elven forest.

When Qi Daochun saw Wen Tai appear with the large bow, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had actually chosen this bow!

"Have you made up your mind?" Qi Daochun smiled gently.

"Um, Grandmaster, what's the name of this bow?" Wen Tai asked curiously.

“Nameless!” Qi Daochun said with a slightly serious expression, “Don’t worry, I will tell you everything about this bow.”

Wen Tai listened attentively.

Qi Daochun said slowly, "The history of this bow can be traced back to a glorious era. There were more than six professions in that era. There was a group of romantic madmen in that era, known as the Witcher."

When the word "witcher" was mentioned, a hint of longing flashed in Qi Daochun's eyes.

"These madmen are full of a sense of justice and are not afraid of power. Even if the people of the Glorious Church commit evil, they dare to draw their swords. The powerful witchers can even ride adult dragons!!"

"So this bow actually belongs to the Witcher?" Vent said.

"It's not that simple." Qi Daochun shook his head and said, "Demon hunters don't primarily cultivate spiritual power; instead, each of them possesses a set of demon hunter armor. This bow did indeed originate from a set of demon hunter armor, jointly crafted by the elves and dwarves!"

"But before this bow was finished, the demons descended. The demon god ravaged the elven forest, killing the elves and dwarves, leaving only a bow that was not yet completed."

Qi Daochun's expression turned extremely solemn: "But after a long time, the surviving elves came to this territory and unexpectedly discovered the forged bow, the one in your hand. Elven records state that it was an evil bow forged by ghosts, and the dense runes were all curses cast by elven ghosts against the demons!!!"

Evil bow??
Wen Tai looked down at the pitch-black ancient bow in his hand. Unexpectedly, the bow seemed to sense Wen Tai's thoughts and turned into a gray stream of light that wrapped around his wrist, eventually becoming a bracelet.

"Grandmaster, if it's an evil bow, can I still use it?" Wen Tai asked.

Qi Daochun said with a faint smile, "It's alright, it only targets demons, humans can use it normally."

(End of this chapter)