Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 166 My wish has been fulfilled, but what was it for?

A look of relief

The image that appeared on the high priest's face

The High Priest didn't even flinch when his own two gods were devoured by the two gods of his ancestors.

At this moment, however, he smiled as if a long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.

The crowd in front of the ancestral hall was extremely excited. Their heads flew up and danced in mid-air, leaving only their headless bodies on the ground to continue worshipping.

The high priest, who was previously highly revered by everyone, is now ignored by everyone.

The High Priest noticed this scene, but seemed to laugh even more happily, even gleefully! The intense emotions caused the wrinkles on his face to twist wildly, revealing a hint of madness.

The high priest opened his mouth and let out a hearty laugh of satisfaction.

"what"

"Did the High Priest get his wish?"

Li Wushou stood below the altar, looking around at the Luotou clan members who were celebrating with their heads thrown in celebration, and asked softly.

Though spoken softly, these words were clearly heard by the High Priest amidst the laughter and cheers.

The high priest's long laugh was interrupted, and he swallowed it back down once more.

Turning his head slightly, the High Priest looked at the wandering sorcerer who wasn't looking at him, feeling somewhat displeased. Because of the sorcerer's three interruptions, the High Priest felt that he was missing a lot of pleasure at this moment.

"The ancestral god's transfer to the throne has been successfully completed, which will at least allow the Luotou clan to continue for another hundred years! How can this not be exhilarating?!"

Upon hearing this, Li Wushou murmured, "Even if the High Priest sacrificed himself and his grandson, he could only ensure the ancestral god's survival for a hundred years?"

The High Priest nodded slightly, and after thinking of something, replied softly, "Yes, it has only been a hundred years!"

Upon seeing the Grand Priest's confirmation, Li Wushou suddenly realized that when he first arrived at the Luotou clan, he thought that this mountain was the remains of the Luotou clan's ancestors, which allowed the Luotou clan to spread their branches and leaves on its neck.

Later, when he entered the underground mountain chamber, he thought that the physical body standing in the blood pool was the remains of the ancestors of the Luotou clan.

Hearing what the High Priest said, Li Wushou finally confirmed it!

That physical body was probably that of someone favored by the ancestral god in the previous generation. The remains of the Luotou clan ancestor were probably truly transformed into a mountain! All that remained of him were his decaying and broken two gods!
No wonder these two gods are declining day by day. Having lost their original physical bodies for sustenance, how can they last long like rootless duckweed?

The practice of requesting the ancestral deity to move to its honored position should have been a tradition in the Luotou clan since ancient times.

It's just that ordinary members of the clan might not know this!

But shouldn't someone on the platform know about the Luotou clan? No wonder the Grand Priest and the Minister of Martial Law are so respected by their clansmen. What they respect is less about the people themselves, but more about their own lives, property, and the continuation of their descendants.

What a formidable clan that has fallen to the ground!
What a fate for the High Priest and the Minister of Justice!

What a splendid statement: I refuse to believe in fate and vow to save the world from collapse!
Li Wushou suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed intently on the high priest above the altar.

"So, High Priest, have you gotten what you wanted?"

The High Priest was taken aback, then took a serious look at Li Wushou. This was the first time since the ancient temple that the High Priest had seriously examined Li Wushou.

Did you notice? What a clever wandering sorcerer! You make me want to eat you up!
The High Priest looked at Li Wushou and suddenly smiled. He had always been lonely. The Martial and Punishment Minister was stupid and foolish, only knowing how to blindly be loyal. If he was willing to cooperate, why would he have gone through so much trouble?

Century after century, is this the work of ancestral gods? Or a curse?
He refused to believe in fate!
He's going to turn all this around!
Even if fate ultimately proved inescapable, he still became the pinnacle of it all!

The High Priest nodded at Li Wushou and said, "It is truly delightful to have such a wonderful person as the wandering Taoist witness this auspicious event!"

No one paid attention to their conversation.

The Minister of Justice bowed repeatedly, his face full of piety.

The young girl who had just been waiting beside Li Wushou was also celebrating with the clansmen in the ancestral temple after the ancestral god's transfer to a higher position was successful.

Upon hearing this, Li Wushou was about to reply.

Suddenly, an uproar broke out in the arena, and the Martial Justice Minister who was bowing down also changed his expression and hurriedly looked up at the sky.

The ancestral god's crystal tree body was now fully rooted inside Luo Fan's body, greedily absorbing the nutrients provided by the two gods.

The glass tree's branches and leaves spread out, bathed in the rising incense smoke, light and carefree.

The Luotou clan, who were born and raised here, were the first to sense the ancestral god's emotions. This is why, even without any prior notification, they were able to instantly confirm that the ancestral god had successfully transferred his position.

The subsequent celebrations, though heartfelt, were also influenced by the emotions of the ancestral gods.

But just now, the ancestral god's ease and freedom suddenly vanished, replaced by anxiety and pain.

This brought the Luotou clan's celebration to an abrupt halt, followed by a period of bewilderment.

Wu Xing Situ anxiously raised his head into the air, gazing into the distance to investigate the Ancestral God's condition. At this moment, the Ancestral God's emotions were fluctuating violently, and the crystal tree trunk was twisting in pain around Luo Fan's neck.

The divine power surged ceaselessly, making it difficult for the Martial and Execution Minister to approach; he could only shout from afar:

"Ancestral God, what's going on?"

The glass tree shook its trunk, and a unique buzzing sound, characteristic of deities, resounded out.

"The god within me is consumed by greed; he wants to devour me!"

Wu Xing Situ was shocked, and the Luo Tou clan below was thrown into chaos.

Then they suddenly remembered the most learned high priest in their tribe, and all looked towards him on the altar. Only then did they realize that the high priest, who had swallowed two gods, was about to die?

But they couldn't concern themselves with the High Priest's condition; the Minister of Martial Justice was the first to ask:
"High Priest, the god within my belly is consumed by uncontrollable greed. Is there any way to save him?"

The High Priest's head hovered beside Luo Fan's head, his aged face expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow. Facing the Martial Justice Minister's questioning, the High Priest murmured unhurriedly:
"Greed is hard to suppress, he must be hungry! If he were full, why would he be like this?" The High Priest's voice was extremely soft, as if he were on his deathbed. Many clansmen didn't hear these words at all, but the Martial Justice Minister who did hear them turned pale with shock!
Full?

If the god in the belly wanted to be full, how many people would have to die?

While he was still pondering where to find enough food to satisfy the gods in his ancestors' bellies, the ancestral god rooted in Luo Fan's neck seemed to have grasped at the last straw.

His mind spread outwards, and the heads of the incense burners floating around him suddenly expanded outwards from the platform.

The numerous Luotou clans below were still anxiously thinking of countermeasures. When they saw the flying heads offering incense suddenly disperse and envelop them, they thought that the ancestral god had thought of some way to save them, and they all looked at the ancestral god with expectant faces.

Only a few elders of the Luotou clan who were standing at the front and heard the words of the High Priest changed their expressions.

Martial Executioner Situ, suspended in mid-air, suddenly turned deathly pale and cried out to the Ancestral God in terror:

"The ancestors have mercy on you, don't do it!"

But the moment he opened his mouth to speak, an even more majestic divine voice rang out at the same time, completely drowning out his voice.

"The spirit was born of the ancestors, and should return to the ancestors!"

Just like what the High Priest and the Martial Justice Minister said to the clansmen who had been transformed into flying skull demons in the underground mountain chamber last night, only this time it was the ancestral god speaking in person.

Before anyone could react, a powerful divine sound swept across the entire platform. Apart from the Grand Priest, his grandson, the Martial Justice Minister, and Li Wushou, everyone else who heard it was stunned.

The head, which had just been celebrating the rebirth of the ancestral god and dancing in jubilation, suddenly flew up and headed towards the majestic figure in the sky.

Inside Luo Fan's belly, the crazed face had somehow regained its senses. As hundreds of heads flew towards it, the face opened its mouth wide and swallowed them all.

The headless torsos that had been prostrating themselves before the ancestral hall and kowtowing suddenly paused, then collapsed to the ground in unison.

The demon inside the belly, having devoured nearly two hundred heads, was filled with terrifying rage.

Luo Fan's belly seemed to be unable to restrain him any longer, tearing at his belly and rushing outwards. Luo Fan's belly was stretched even longer, but it still firmly restrained the human face.

The human face roared angrily, then turned and shouted at the ancestral god above:
"Not enough! Not enough!"

The crystal tree trembled slightly. For some reason, Li Wushou always felt that this ancestral god had a natural awe for the two gods of the Luotou clan's ancestors.
As the god within her belly cried out, the glass tree swayed its branches and leaves incessantly.

The ground in front of the ancestral hall shattered inch by inch, and fleshy tentacles emerged from the ground, dragging the corpses of many clansmen lying on the ground into the ground, and then taking them one by one into the belly of the god inside.

Li Wushou watched all this quietly, without saying a word, lost in thought.

Wu Xing Situ was pale and stared blankly at the god inside his stomach that was still devouring his clansmen.

The high priest on the altar looked at the dejected Minister of Justice with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

"Minister of Military Affairs, what are your thoughts upon seeing this?"

Coming to his senses, Wu Xing Situ looked at the High Priest, and seeing the High Priest's expression, Wu Xing Situ's heart skipped a beat.

Then, recalling the High Priest's words about the uncontrollable nature of greed, the Minister of Military Justice's face revealed a hint of anger:

"High Priest, what do you mean by this? And why did you say those things just now?"

Upon hearing this, the High Priest was somewhat disappointed, his eyes filled with a hint of pity, as if he were pitying the Minister of Martial Justice, or perhaps the fate of the Luotou clan!

"You still don't understand! The god we worship with our lives, when have we ever existed in his eyes? The Luotou clan has survived to this day thanks to the self-sacrifice of our ancestors generation after generation. What does this have to do with this cowardly and greedy god?"

The Minister of Justice stared wide-eyed at the High Priest in astonishment!
"You! You!"

The High Priest calmly gazed at the Minister of Justice.

"I gave you a chance ten years ago, but you were stubborn and ignorant, which ruined your son and my son's family!"

A tidal wave of emotions surged within Wu Xing Situ, his mind in turmoil! Ten years ago? He harmed my son?

Listening to the Grand Priest's words of veiled criticism and disobedience, the Minister of Military Affairs suddenly recalled a drunken conversation he had with the Grand Priest ten years ago.

"Wu Xing, what should we do if one day the Ancestral God is unable to save you?"

"High Priest, how could the Ancestral God be beyond saving? If that moment truly comes, I am willing to swallow the seed of the Ancestral God and give birth to two more gods to save the Ancestral God!"

That day, the High Priest's expression was complex; he drank heavily. The following day, he swallowed the seed of the Ancestral God and gave birth to two more gods. The Martial Justice Minister felt guilty for a long time, always believing that the High Priest had shielded him from harm!

He lost his father at a young age and grew up by the side of the High Priest, so he naturally had a good relationship with Luo Wen. However, things changed too quickly, so quickly that even the Minister of Martial Justice spent ten years trying to see it clearly!
At that moment, he suddenly woke up and stared at the High Priest with bloodshot eyes!

"It's you?!!!"

For years he couldn't understand why the Lowen couple, who had successfully undergone the skull-flying ritual just like him, would suddenly lose control. Now he finally understood!

Was all of this a gift from the High Priest?

Just then, the god in the belly of the sky finally devoured the corpses of his people and quieted down, as if he had eaten his fill.

The Ancestral God, the Glazed Tree, seized the opportunity to extend its roots into Luo Fan's abdomen and beneath his feet. The roots intertwined, firmly controlling the two gods. Then, divine sound swept down, roaring at the High Priest on the altar:
"Losang, how dare you disrespect me? You're asking for death!"

The High Priest revealed a slight smile, ignoring the ancestral god's roar, and instead glanced at the calm and composed Li Wushou.

"Wandering Taoist! Only now have my wish truly been fulfilled!"

The moment he finished speaking, the High Priest turned to look at the Martial Justice Minister, who still refused to accept the truth, and he was somewhat disappointed.

"Wu Xing, what should we do if one day the Ancestral God is unable to save you?"

"Let's see how I choose today!"

(End of this chapter)