Chapter 1015 338: Power of the Earth (Part 2)

Later, for reasons unknown, Wu Yixuan and the two others all died.

Before their deaths, they didn't even have time to leave information about the murderer.

Wu Yiyi speculated that this matter might be related to Xiao Yu.

Even if it isn't, this person likely knows something.

"That Xiao Yu, so secretive, everything related to him carries a hint of strangeness."

"The death of Xiaoxuan is very likely linked to him!"

Wu Yiyi muttered to himself.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his spiritual sense was pushed to the extreme, yet he found nothing unusual.

His right hand lightly patted the storage bag, and a purple pouch appeared in his hand. With a slight thought, special powder from the pouch transformed into a yellow fluorescence, wafting in the void.

"This method won't work..."

"Every martial artist is most interested in the Witch Race heritage. Let's try the Witch Race's methods."

Wu Yiyi pondered to himself.

Among the mundane, there are those specializing in tomb robbing and treasure hunting.

Among cultivators, there are also those specializing in treasure hunting and exploring mysteries.

Treasure hunting, seeking hidden relics and Secret Realms in the void, have already developed various specialized means.

What Wu Yiyi had just cast was one of such means.

However, he wasn't very interested in treasure hunting and exploring; he didn't carry many secret treasures and knew few secret techniques.

"If it's a Witch Race heritage Secret Realm, it wouldn't be so troublesome."

Wu Yiyi smiled faintly.

A heritage Secret Realm is specifically used for finding successors to pass on the Witch cultivation system.

But if there is no inheritor, the heritage Secret Realm can't function.

Therefore, Witch Race heritage Secret Realms all have functions to specifically detect the surrounding environment, searching for suitable successors.

Back then, Tu Yuan discovered this Secret Realm thanks to this feature.

Rumble!

Wu Yiyi's body trembled slightly, and an ear-splitting roar erupted from inside him.

Vast energy flowed fiercely, his muscles swelling and enlarging, exuding a strong bloody aura.

The blood-red Qi blood rapidly transformed, gradually being replaced by a rich purple hue.

Roar!

A terrifying roar sounded, a huge purple tiger phantom condensed and emerged, its voice echoing through the mountains and forests.

"So it is here!"

Wu Yiyi's eyebrows twitched slightly, sensing a mysterious call.

His eyes narrowed as he looked towards the left forest, where ripples stirred in the void.

"That won't do..."

"Special means are required to enter."

"It seems this Witch Race heritage Secret Realm exists from ancient times, otherwise it wouldn't have such restrictions..."

Wu Yiyi spoke to himself.

Only ancient-era Witch Race heritage Secret Realms restrict the identity of entrants.

Such Secret Realms can only be entered by those who possess special Witch runes, or magical artifacts, or know the entrance's secret technique.

Back then, Tu Yuan entered because of remnants of Witch runes in his body meeting the entrance conditions, enabling entry.

It was indeed fortunate.

Later.

With the invasion of the Demon Realm, the world underwent great changes, and Witch cultivation system experts fell one after another, leading to almost extinction.

Thus, Witch Race heritage Secret Realms created after the Demon Realm's invasion nearly don't restrict entrant identities.

Anyone with sufficiently strong talent could enter.

"It's troublesome; seems I'll need to bother Shuo."

Wu Yiyi carefully sensed and shook his head slightly.

With a slight thought, he sent a message to Uncle Shuo. Wu Yiyi's figure flickered and blended into the void.

Wu Shuo had a profound skill in treasure hunting and exploration, mastering numerous methods to enter Secret Realm spaces.

Among them, he excelled in the realms related to the Witch Race.

...

Mmmmmm~~~

In a world of endless yellow sand, terrifying gales howled without end.

At this moment, Lin Zheyu was extremely weak.

He couldn't walk anymore.

Lin Zheyu sat cross-legged on the ground.

He wore a magical robe to protect his weak body, preventing him from being swept up by the rampant winds due to excessive weakness.

Though his body was incredibly frail.

Yet Lin Zheyu's eyes held an unprecedented brilliance.

He squinted, his spirit and soul fatigued to the extreme, even starting to show signs of soul origin exhaustion.

Nevertheless, Lin Zheyu seemed unaware.

In his vision, there was only the profound Witch rune formed by the endless yellow sand, his mind racing to uncover the rune's mystery.

But regrettably, Lin Zheyu's energy was nearly depleted, his body weakening to the utmost.

Whether Qi blood energy or the mysterious golden energy, both had been exhausted.

Otherwise, using the golden Celestial Eye wouldn't take long to comprehend that rune fully.

Mmmmmm~~~

The gale howled.

Time slowly passed.

Lin Zheyu had lost all sense of time.

He was so weak at this moment, he couldn't even maintain a cross-legged posture.

Lin Zheyu could only lie flat on the ground, relying on terrifying tenacity, tremblingly opening a slit in his eyelids.

Even at this oil-depleted lamp stage, he hadn't given up.

In those nearly invisible eye slits, the bloodshot pupils revealed unprecedented determination and tenacity.

The only thought in Lin Zheyu's mind was.

To completely understand and integrate into his body the unimaginably immense Witch rune in the heavens and earth.

Not sure when it started.

Suddenly.

A surge of life-containing Power of the Earth emerged from beneath, merging into Lin Zheyu's body.

The Witch cultivation system is said to be passed down by twelve Ancestral Witches birthed from chaos when the universe initially opened.