I was the Heavenly Emperor in ancient times

Chapter 11 Witch

It wasn't the tree that spoke, but a person.

A face wearing a fur hat emerged from behind a tree. It was a bit cold on the mountain, and the smiling face was red from the cold. It was a child from the Ximu clan.

Li Jun looked at the stone platform, which bore the marks of a recent sacrificial ceremony.

just.

The matriarch had already completed the sacrificial ceremony and left, but she secretly stayed behind.

As the coldest season passed, she followed her mother and the entire tribe back to the foot of Mount Kunlun.

She hadn't seen the emperor standing atop Mount Kunlun for a very long time.

And there are the bluebirds flying above the sea of ​​clouds.

When they returned to Kunlun Mountain, they saw the trees that had grown even taller and more lush.

Looking up at the tree canopy that covered the mountaintop and the lake made the ritual even more fervent.

"Wow!"

therefore.

She seemed somewhat excited when she saw the Emperor again.

Her joyful emotions couldn't help but flow from her body, and finally manifested as her cheerful leaping out from behind the peach tree.

The emperor asked her, "What's your name?"

She had no name. In the entire Xiwangmu clan, a name was more of a title for a duty than a name. Only the most important members of the clan had one, and children were naturally excluded.

But when the Emperor asked her that, she suddenly wanted a name.

She thought to herself, "My mother is my mother."

"My name is Shaomu!"

The emperor did not speak, as if he accepted that she had been given that name.

She was quite happy, thinking that this would be her name from now on.

A child's temperament is unpredictable.

She reached out, wanting to touch the tree.

But at this moment, the bluebird suddenly spoke, its calm tone carrying a hint of reprimand.

"Don't touch it!"

Since Li Jun returned to this ancient era from the future, he has realized that the danger here is not only the stone, but also the peach tree next to it, and even the bluebird flying in the sky.

Each of them possesses the power to cause unimaginable disasters and destruction.

"Ok?"

The girl was startled, so she sat down obediently.

who knows.

The girl immediately abandoned her plan to touch the peach tree, but her attention was then drawn to the bluebird.

Suddenly, Li Jun reached out and touched the bluebird. He wanted to say something, but it was too late.

However, after being touched, nothing seemed to happen to the other person.
Unlike the peach tree that Li Jun could not control, the bluebird was something he could control and a power he could wield.

At this moment, Li Jun suddenly remembered the ritual he had discovered before, through which ordinary people could borrow the power of demons.

He vaguely remembered it.

In the mouths of those woodcutters, such beings are called witches.

Li Jun thought that perhaps he could use the power of the Bluebird to create a real witch in this era, and also understand what the power of witches and demons really is.
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At the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

As the seasons changed, they migrated to a new tribe.

They came from a bitterly cold land, and their name was Hanhuang.

The leader of the Hanhuang clan is called the Female Priestess. She is responsible for worshipping heaven and earth and the four directions. There is also a person in the clan who is responsible for conquest, called the Female Warrior.

They didn't stumble upon this place by chance. Rather, during the migration of the Ximu clan, when they were exchanging goods and exchanging with other tribes, the people of those tribes mentioned that they had discovered the giant fireball that had fallen from the sky many years ago.

It wasn't just Ximu.

Similar legends exist among various tribes throughout the northwest.

After all, this was an earth-shattering event. When the enormous fireball tore through the clouds and landed on earth, traversing the entire northwestern land, such a scene was naturally observed by all the tribes on this land.

In their view, this was the great power of heaven and earth.

It's just unclear whether it's the heavens and earth in anger, or the heavens sending down a calamity.

The shamans of each tribe recorded this event and passed it down orally.

The priestess stood atop a tall wagon laden with goods, surveying the surrounding terrain. As the person in charge of the rituals, she naturally possessed a great deal of crucial knowledge within the clan, especially regarding maps and migration routes.

"They should be here soon?"

The nun, holding an axe and carrying a bow and arrows on her back, looked up at the priestess and asked with some disbelief.

"Did the Western Mother really discover that... that they called Heaven?"

"Or is it the sun?"

Each tribe has its own language, especially when it comes to special beings or newly discovered things. They may create a new pronunciation to refer to such beings.

The priestess continued to gaze in all directions: "I don't know, they won't say, but it doesn't seem fake. They must have discovered what the previous priestess said."

The priestess lowered her head as she spoke: "Didn't you and I see this when we were little?"

They were all too young at the time, and their memories are somewhat hazy and unreal.

but.

The enormous fireball tore through the sky and fell, leaving behind a profound sense of shock and an indelible impression that lingers in my mind.

The woman recalled that feeling and couldn't help but ask.

"What exactly fell from the sun?"

The priestess had only heard that "I heard people say that a part of the sun fell down, but the people of the West Mother Clan say it seems to be more than that."

The nun couldn't help but ask, "What are we doing here? Finding that being that fell from the sky, and then what?"

The priestess countered, "The sun and a part of the sky have fallen to the earth; is that not enough reason for us to come here?"

Nusa could not openly oppose the beliefs of the priestesses and the tribe, but deep down she felt that even if something really fell from the sky, it was something that could neither be drunk nor eaten.

What else could it be?

It wasn't just the priestess who felt this way; in fact, some people throughout the tribe questioned the priestess's choice this time.

"Could what Ximu said be false?"

"And they haven't told us everything yet, they're being secretive, so who knows what the actual situation is?"

"We've come all this way, and we've rarely been here before. If something goes wrong, countless people in the entire tribe could die."

"Even if it's true, a fireball falling from the sky will only bring disaster."

"There's a possibility of conflict with the Ximu clan."

The priestess stood on the carriage, seemingly having finally found the right direction, and spoke to the nuns below.

"Go that way, we should get there soon."

The priestess noticed the nun's worried expression and finally spoke up.

“I secretly gave a sheep to a member of the Ximu clan, and from him I heard something, because that being guided them to avoid a fatal disaster.”

"The other party knows what will happen in the future, and knows who and where the heavens and earth will bring calamity."

"At least."

“We know what the future holds for our Hanhuang clan from the mouth of that being.”

After hearing this, Nu Shao finally obeyed the priestess's order and urged the horse to set off in that direction.

The priestess standing on the high place was like a banner; wherever she went, the entire tribe and all the herds followed.

They traveled for several more days.

They finally found the Kunlun Mountains.

Looking up into the distance, the distant sacred mountain appears as if it were above all the mountain ranges in the entire northwest region.

More importantly, they saw the large tree on the mountaintop that was beginning to resemble a sacred tree.

moment.

The doubts in the hearts of everyone in the Hanhuang Clan dissipated.

"Is that a tree?"

"How could a tree possibly grow in a place like that?"

"Didn't you notice? You can see it from this far away, how big must that tree be?"

"How exactly can such a tree grow in a place like this?"

In such a harsh and cold place.

At the summit of the plateau.

Such a tree is so striking and incredible that even seeing it from afar makes one want to bow down in reverence, let alone the people of these most primitive and uncivilized tribes who migrated from the coldest and most desolate places.

At first, some people thought they were seeing things, but after confirming that what was on the mountaintop was indeed a tree.

One prostrated himself on the ground and bowed again and again, refusing to stop.

The Hanhuang clan found a place to rest, and most of the tribe settled there, while a smaller group headed towards the massive Kunlun Mountain peak. As they approached the foot of the Kunlun Mountain peak, they gradually discovered another large tribe grazing there.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Ximu Shi.

The woman was somewhat worried: "They won't allow us to go up the mountain. If they find out about us, they'll definitely start a war with us."

The priestess had already made up her mind: "The others will stay here and wait for us. The two of us will hide by day and travel by night, quietly going up the mountain."

The sacred tree sits atop the mountain peak, visible as soon as you look up.

Just like the bright moon in the sky, it drew them there.

How could they possibly give up?

So, at night, the two leaders of the Hanhuang clan, the priestess and the nun, bypassed everyone and quietly climbed Kunlun Mountain towards its summit.

Before that, nothing seemed amiss at the foot of the mountain, but strange things began to happen once we reached the summit.

Because this sacred tree grew taller and taller.

Recently, some of its instinctive characteristics have also been activated, just as Li Jun had seen before.

Thick fog rolled down from above, covering the mountain path that Ximu had barely managed to clear.

The priestess and the nun got lost without realizing it, especially the nun, who got lost on the winding mountain path that seemed to have no end.

"what are you doing?"

"Where are you going?"

"return!"

"return!"

But no matter how the priestess called her, she seemed not to hear and refused to turn around.

The female priestess was much more determined than the female nun. When she saw the sacred tree on Kunlun Mountain in the distance, she was determined to climb the mountain and see what the sacred tree looked like up close.

At this very moment, the shadow of the sacred tree was high above.

We can already see its majestic, dragon-like trunk and its canopy that resembles a giant umbrella.

Holding onto such firm confidence.

She watched as the shadow of the sacred tree pierced through the mist, gradually making its way towards the summit along the mountain path.

Even so, the will of mortals could not ultimately resist the power of this divine tree.

She felt her body becoming increasingly out of control, and the mountain path in front of her seemed like an endless circle, with no end in sight.

Suddenly, a bird's cry came from the sky.

"Chirp!"

In the mist, the priestess looked up.

She saw a giant bird fly high above, skimming the mountain peaks towards the summit of Kunlun.

The priestess was not clearly visible in the mist, but her tail feathers, which swept through the fog, emitted a bluish light.

Such a miraculous thing.

She absolutely refused to believe that this was an ordinary object, which made her even more convinced that there were more powerful, greater, and more incredible things on that mountain.

Perhaps.

It is the will of heaven and earth, the embodiment of the firmament.

The priestess quickened her pace and finally broke through the mountain mist.

When she finally reached the top of the mountain and saw the tree, she was moved to tears. She couldn't believe that such a sacred tree existed in the world.

but.

She was soon captivated by something else under the tree.

It was a stone, or rather, a piece of jade.

Sealed within the jade was a figure that seemed indelible, untouched by time or age. The priestess suddenly understood that this was the object that had fallen from the heavens and the sun to the mortal realm.

Whether it was the sacred tree she saw before her eyes, or the divine bird that sang in the heavens.

All of this stemmed from this.

She wanted to address him using the pronunciation from the oldest myths, but she couldn't think of such a word no matter how hard she tried. However, his posture and imposing figure were deeply imprinted in her eyes.

At that moment, a sound came from up there.

“You are not a member of the Ximu clan.”

The priestess knelt down on the ground, trembling with fear.

She said, "We come from the Hanhuang clan. We saw this sacred tree from afar and have come to worship it."

The voice said, "Since you have come because you saw this tree, shouldn't you go and worship it?"

The priestess's voice choked with sobs, whether from fear or panic, it was hard to tell.

She said, "That's because we didn't see you here."

The voice said, "Oh, you want to worship the strongest one."

The priestess was speechless.

Isn't this only natural? If it weren't for something supremely powerful.

It is as strong as the thick earth, as high as the vast sky, and as bright as the blazing sun.

How can we get all living beings to participate in the worship?
At that moment, she believed she had found something like the earth, the sky, and the sun.
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Guided by the bluebird.

The priestess descended the mountain with great excitement, feeling as if her entire body was on fire, burning hot.

She only exchanged a few words with the beings on the mountain and gained nothing.

But at this moment she felt that was enough, and even forgot the original purpose of her visit.

"I really saw it!"

"The embodiment of the heavens."

"An existence that fell from the midst of the great sun."

She found the lost nun on the road and led her out of the fog.

At the foot of the mountain, she passed the settlement of the Ximu clan.

Here, she saw people bowing and worshipping towards the mountain.

It was also the first time I had heard the name that Ximu used to refer to the entity on the mountaintop.

"emperor!"

The priestess was overjoyed at that moment, for she had found the perfect word to describe the other person.

That's right.

emperor.

This word represents the sky, symbolizes the gods, and describes the meaning of the sun, the firmament, and the four directions.

But at this moment, the priestess and the nun also heard another piece of news.
The Ximu clan is about to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to the Emperor, a sacrificial ceremony as unprecedented in history as the creation of heaven and earth.

And more importantly.

During this ceremony, Ximu will receive power bestowed by the Emperor and become a true shaman.

They will transcend the ordinary and be reborn; those who possess this power will no longer be mortals.

When the Ximu clan members were worshipping, they naturally talked about this matter, and everyone was filled with joy and anticipation.

Joy was evident in their words, and all the people of Ximu felt honored.

"Witch, wasn't the Great Mother a witch before?"

"That's not a real witch."

"What is a real shaman like?"

“The shaman can run faster than a horse on the grassland and is stronger than an ox.”

"What's so special about that? I've heard that shamans can divine good and bad fortune from the heavens, that is, from the Emperor."

"It can also fly and disappear underground."

What does "flying and escaping" mean?

"I don't know. That's what they said. It seems to be a word I heard from the Bluebird. It should be what the Emperor said."

"It means being able to fly in the sky like an eagle."

"so smart?"

In the dark night.

In the distance, the people of the Ximu clan were still worshipping the Emperor, and some were singing and dancing, with a joyful mood filling the air.

Meanwhile, the priestesses and nuns hiding in the shadows listened to what they said about the power of witchcraft.

Both of them were deeply moved.

Then, intense jealousy welled up from the bottom of my heart and I couldn't suppress it.

That was for the Western Mother Clan.

Why, by what right, can they offer sacrifices to the Emperor?
Why do they receive the power bestowed by the Emperor, while others do not?
Was it simply because they arrived a step too late?

(End of this chapter)