Chapter 513: Chapter 253 Tattoo Civil War_4
“Next ti, you’re not allowed to ride it.”
Zhao Wuya shouted while stomping his feet.
…
The surrounding You Shen encircled Peng Hou, waiting for Zhou Xuan to show up,
while the mist in Mingjiang Prefecture was slowly dissipating, growing thinner by the mont.
After waiting for nearly an hour, Zhou Xuan finally erged from the thinning fog, riding a donkey and dressed in a black storyteller’s long robe, his hairstyle impeccably neat.
“Apologies for being late, everyone.”
Zhou Xuan opened his folded fan, gently fanning himself, his gaze fixed on Peng Hou as he remarked, “The forr Great Ancestor of the Tattoo Clan, looking like this ss?”
Peng Hou, with his slender fra and a tattoo of a peach blossom tree on his face, was suddenly mocked for his appearance by Zhou Xuan, visibly incensed.
“I was the Great Ancestor of the past, and I remain the Great Ancestor of the Tattoo Clan now and in the future.”
“Defiant even at death’s door.”
Zhou Xuan dismounted the big black donkey, took out the Netherworld Stone, and activated it.
“A traitor who stabbed the Tree Clan in the back—your face dare to wear the tattoo of the Ancestor Tree?”
As the Netherworld Stone emitted an eerie blue glow, Zhou Xuan spoke to it: “I’m not Mo Tingsheng. I am Zhou Xuan. Just earlier at the gathering, you all cursed terribly.”
“You’re Zhou Xuan?”
The Hundred-Eyed High Priest and the Wansese Realm erupted in fury.
Yunwu Venerable asked, “This Zhou Xuan, how many sticks of incense?”
“Prior to today, it was two sticks. Now, four sticks of incense.”
Facing the Netherworld Stone, Zhou Xuan pronounced almost deliberately: “Hundred Eyes, today I will show you who the true Great Ancestor of the Tattoo Clan is.
Yunwu Venerable, for you and your Buddha Country folk, deliver this ssage: anyone who descends upon Jing Country will be cut down.”
At that point, Zhou Xuan gently placed the Netherworld Stone down, allowing it to continue radiating its eerie blue glow.
This served to make Yunwu Venerable and the Hundred-Eyed High Priest witnesses.
“Hundred Eyes, the Tattoo Ancestor and Ancestor Tree will erge; don’t forget, your people are called the Tree Clan.”
Zhou Xuan stood, pointing at Peng Hou, and declared, “Three hundred years ago, you colluded with the Three-headed Stone Buddha during the Tree Clan’s Heavenly God Festival, suppressing the Tree Clan, killing Taohua Witch Peng Sheng, and driving the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree back into the Great Mother Star Pit.
Three hundred years later, Peng Sheng and the Ancestor Tree will fight you again, and this ti, the outco is bound to reverse.”
Reaching into his Secret Realm, Zhou Xuan pulled out the Divine Soul of Peng Sheng.
Seeing Peng Sheng, Peng Hou narrowed his eyes, shocked beyond belief that Peng Sheng could have been resurrected.
“Peng Hou, it’s ti to settle the score between us.”
Peng Sheng’s war intent was overwhelmingly strong.
“With Peng Sheng the Great Ancestor now present, Tree Child, you too have found faith—it’s ti for you to erge.”
Zhou Xuan took out the Wash Away Injustice Talisman, turning to the page with the Totem Hall, and called out to the image of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree.
Buzz,
A reverberating sound echoed, and beneath Zhou Xuan’s feet appeared a peach wood branch.
The branch radiated vitality,
while Peng Sheng’s Divine Soul knelt before the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree: “Ancestor Tree, after three hundred years, Peng Sheng finally sees you again.”
The Ancestor Tree’s branches grew wildly, resembling human hands, gently stroking Peng Sheng’s face—it too had finally reunited with its long-lost clansman.
The Ancestor Tree flourished with faith and collective energy, yet withered from their decline.
With Peng Sheng’s faith restored, the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree erged from the Great Mother Star Pit, beginning to sprout branches in the physical world.
Within Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm, the four brothers of the Shi Family sensed the aura of the Ancestor Tree.
“It’s the Ancestor Tree! Brothers, the Ancestor Tree has appeared!”
“It’s the Ancestor Tree from our dreams!”
“Young Master, please release us; we wish to fuse with the Ancestor Tree.”
Zhou Xuan was naturally delighted, and he pulled the brothers’ souls out of the Secret Realm.
The four brothers walked toward the Ancestor Tree, their forms dimming with each step, yet their expressions brimming with uncontrollable excitent.
Their souls rged into the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree.
The Peach Blossom Tree vibrated its wildly growing branches and leaves, positively ecstatic.
The painter and music master were equally jubilant.
Over the past three hundred years, Mingjiang Prefecture had been in decline—the Ancestor Dragon polluted, two Ancestor Trees missing, two Heavenly Gods slumbering, and five Heavenly Vault God-level figures betraying Mingjiang Prefecture.
A thick despair had gripped the hearts of the Bone Elder Association’s divine officials, unable to be dispelled.
The great legacy of their ancestors had diminished to such ruin—how could they not lant the future?
But now, the appearance of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree was akin to igniting a blazing torch in their hearts.
“The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree has appeared. Mingjiang Prefecture has hope again.”
The painter’s words carried a tinge of choking emotion.
“Old Hua, why are you crying? The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree has always been with . My twenty-four divine pictures were taught to by it.”
“Huh?!”
The painter suddenly slapped his forehead, saying, “I should’ve figured it out long ago. When the Nuo God visits nine Tangkou, every Tangkou’s Ancestor Master must give their blessing.
The Ancestor Master of the Tattoo Clan is the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree.”
It’s no wonder the painter only realized this now—the Tattoo Clan had long since severed its inheritance.
The Ancient Clan no longer knew the twenty-four divine pictures.
The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it stood lush and magnificent, its branches loaded with peach blossoms in full bloom.
Zhou Xuan pointed at Peng Hou and declared, “Tree Child, Brother Peng, three hundred years ago, you were beaten by him. Today, the three of us together will show him what the Tattoo Clan’s twenty-four divine pictures truly an.”
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