Witch Wind - Chapter 336: Yaksha Ancestral Cave

Yaksha City is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The mountains to the north are wild and steep, a truly barren and remote area.

There are ferocious beasts everywhere and countless poisonous insects. The sky is full of deadly birds and flying beasts roaming around. The streams always contain unknown toxins. Even the scent of flowers and grass drifting in the wind may be mixed with terrible toxins that can suffocate people.

The Yaksha King lineage that now controls the Western Chu Empire originated here.

Many years ago, when the Kyushu army led by Xiang Yu arrived in this world, the first Yaksha King was nothing more than a primitive native who was struggling to survive with hundreds of his tribesmen in this poor and bad land. They had not even learned how to forge metal tools, and they only relied on their miserable lives and strong enough fists to fight desperately against nature in these mountains.

The cave where the first Yaksha King and his people lived and multiplied became the most sacred Yaksha ancestral cave, and the Yaksha people spent countless efforts and materials to renovate it.

The fang-shaped mountain peak was ten thousand feet high. Below the mountain peak, more than three hundred feet above the ground, a platform of one hundred acres was opened up, on which dozens of palaces and pavilions that met the aesthetic tastes of the Yaksha people were built. At the end of the platform, on the mountain, was a cave entrance trimmed into a semicircle.

Originally, the interior of the cave was only a few acres in size.

After years of repairs and renovations by the Yaksha people, neat corridors have been excavated in the belly of the mountain. There are more than 3,000 halls of various sizes, covering a total area of ​​more than 10,000 acres.

Deep in the belly of the mountain, in a large hall with a radius of several hundred acres and a shape of a round sky and a square earth, the first Yaksha King was sitting cross-legged on a majestic thousand-dragon throne. The huge throne was carved from pure metal, and a thousand grinning evil dragons were entwined on it, all of which were facing the first Yaksha King.

In the eye sockets of these evil dragons, there are fist-sized blood-red gems.

A strange power surged, urging these blood-colored gems to emit sticky flames like blood, and each one of them condensed precisely on the body of the first generation of Yaksha King. He was more than ten feet tall, with thirty-six heads on his thick neck that looked like a small mountain. On his sturdy body, a full three hundred and sixty slender arms swayed slowly.

The muscles of the first generation of Yaksha King floated, and a roaring sound like the tide continued to come from his body. He silently operated his secret skills, integrating the blood light that fell on his body into his body bit by bit, polishing his own blood bit by bit, tempering his own imprisonment, and strengthening his own strength.

They are born with strong bodies, and if they grow up successfully, they will possess incredible power.

But they are extremely unfortunate.

In the world of absolute spirits, it is impossible to practice cultivation. Apart from the innate power of Yaksha, they are simply unable to practice any method - Buddhism, they have no chance; immortality, a dead end; Confucianism, they simply don't have the brains for it... Among the various schools of thought, they are completely unable to understand those techniques that rely on external objects, such as the Mohist mechanical technique.

Stupid and dumb, with an underdeveloped brain and low IQ, what do you want the Yaksha people to do?

The miserable Yaksha people could only learn some of the most superficial ways to build up their strength and some of the most crude ways of fighting from the Jiuzhou Army. When following the Jiuzhou Army and fighting everywhere, the Yaksha people were really fighting with their flesh and blood.

Later, Xiang Yu felt sorry for them and finally asked several great wizards from the Wizard Palace to take action. They dissected the bodies of thousands of Yaksha people who died in the battle and developed a secret method of refining their essence and blood specifically for them based on their body structure.

The essence and blood in the body are like tides, washing over the whole body in waves. The pure nutrients in the essence and blood are pounded into every corner of the body over and over again, and the physical strength is increased bit by bit.

The Yaksha people are gifted with extraordinary talents. As long as they live longer, their physical strength can grow almost endlessly - however, their natural growth rate is undoubtedly extremely slow. If a Yaksha person with ordinary talents relies entirely on natural growth, by the end of their life, they can probably only reach the level of a celestial being.

According to the request of the first generation of Yaksha King, the great witches of the witch hall divided this set of secrets into five grades: "civilians", "soldiers", "generals", "lords", and "kings". The progress of "civilians" is the slowest. The ordinary Yaksha people can only increase the natural accumulation speed by five to ten times through practice.

Pawns can be ten times as many.

Generals can be a hundred times more powerful.

The king level can reach hundreds of times.

The first Yaksha King panted heavily.

On his mountain-like head, long blue-red hair fell down like a waterfall, more than a dozen strands long. His essence and blood surged, and his long hair fluttered, like a big river swirling around him.

"After all, it is the merit of the mortal world." The first Yaksha King sighed deeply.

He still remembered those extremely arrogant witches in the Witch Hall, with their hands covered in blood from dissecting the corpses of their own family members. They were extremely impatient and casually pointed at dozens of tortoise shells. A trace of witch flame burned the tortoise shells, and according to his request, the five grades of secret techniques were imprinted on them.

They walked and laughed quietly.

Ten thousand years later, he still remembered the mocking laughter of those great witches.

This secret method can certainly make the Yaksha people rapidly powerful, but no matter how they practice, they can only increase their physical strength, and the Yaksha power in their bodies will become stronger - but whether it is physical strength or Yaksha power, they only have the purest close combat ability, and absolutely no other magical powers.

Even the first generation of Yaksha King practiced the King-level secret technique for more than ten thousand years, which is equivalent to growing naturally for more than thirty million years... This age has even far exceeded the natural lifespan limit of the Yaksha clan.

Anyway, with one punch, even a continent can be smashed into pieces by him, right?But what's the point?

As powerful as he is, he can't even fly or hide... Of course, he can jump like a flea, and with one jump he can jump tens of thousands of miles... But this is just jumping, not flying.

He could also stomp a huge hole thousands of miles deep on the ground with one foot and jump into it with a "gulp".

This is an extremely rough method of digging tunnels and crawling around, and it is not underground escape.

Of course, if he is given a large enough container, he can put a sea into it, carry the sea with him, run to a desert, and turn the desert into a swamp in just a few breaths...

He can definitely do these things using brute force of his body.

But it was worthless, meaningless... He still couldn't fly, he still couldn't burrow underground, he still couldn't call the wind and rain, he still couldn't turn stone into gold... He could even feel that even though he was so powerful, his natural lifespan was still slowly decreasing.

As powerful as he is, his natural life span is probably around 150,000 years. Ordinary Yaksha people can probably live for 100,000 years?

The first generation Yaksha King sighed in a low voice, and his sigh was like a hurricane, whistling across the entire ancestral cave, turning into a terrible storm, whistling out from the entrance of the ancestral cave, and stirring up endless wind and sand.

The first generation of Yaksha King's deep roar echoed in the ancestral cave: "Increase the hunting army tenfold, and send all the newly formed hunting army to the small world that was just conquered... teach them the Taoist skills that can be practiced to the earthly immortal realm, and let them conquer more worlds..."

"There will be a way. There has to be a way."

"Didn't they say that? Heaven is the most merciful. There is always a ray of hope between heaven and earth. What I have to do is to find that ray of hope for our people and seize it."

"There's always a way."

"Our hometown imprisons us, but as long as we continue to conquer and discover new worlds, there will always be a world with some kind of creation that can solve our problems."

"The world is vast and the creation is mysterious." The first Yaksha King murmured, "There must be a way... Otherwise, why would my brothers, who are so powerful, leave their homes and hometowns and step into this vast void... What are they looking for?"

The first generation of Yaksha King had dozens of arms hanging down, and hundreds of fingers gently tapped the armrests of the throne. The sharp nails hit the metal armrests, constantly splashing tiny sparks. He fell into deep thought, just like the past ten thousand years, he fell into a deep thought that gave him a headache.

The first generation Yaksha King had thirty-six heads. He was considered the smartest among the Yaksha people... Even so, he only thought deeply for a dozen breaths before visible heat began to come out of his head. His thoughts almost made his brain boil.

"I really long for this, something that even my powerful brothers are desperately pursuing."

"Moreover, according to what my brother said, they are just a detachment... The main force of Jiuzhou is the immortal and Buddhist armies commanded by several saints... Tsk tsk... Saints, what realm are they in?"

After a long moment of melancholy, the First Yaksha King said in a deep voice, "Have you gained any new insights from your hard training these days? Is there really no room for improvement in this set of blood essence secret method?"

Hey……

Bad luck.

They are the successive Yaksha Kings after the first Yaksha King… According to the ancestral rules established by the first Yaksha King, a Yaksha King can only reign for a thousand years. After living happily for a thousand years, he must return to the ancestral cave to practice in meditation with him, delving into how to improve the secret method of essence and blood, and researching how to enable the Yaksha people to break the shackles of their bloodline and possess true supernatural powers.

However, over the past tens of thousands of years, there have been more than a dozen Yaksha Kings gathered in the ancestral cave, and the secret method of essence and blood remains the same without any improvement.

The first generation Yaksha King smacked his lips, drooling from the corners of his mouth: "Hey, weird, my taste has changed recently, I like to chew on old legs, they are chewy and tough."

With the sound of soft footsteps, a large group of Kyushu musicians walked in silently, holding their instruments.

The enchanting girl from Kyushu, wearing a bright red dance dress, danced wildly like a devil as she came in singing and dancing all the way.

A large group of eunuchs carefully carried huge and heavy wine jars and ran in quickly - they first came to the side of the first Yaksha King and poured jars of fine wine into his huge pure gold wine cup, which was big enough for an ordinary person to take a bath in.

Deep in the ancestral cave, there were constant cries of old men howling. Just as the first generation of Yaksha King ordered, the Yaksha chefs were taking fresh "old legs" to cook as side dishes for these Yaksha Kings.

Outside the ancestral cave, a sharp whistle was heard.

On the top of each mountain, Yaksha warriors wearing heavy armor, several feet tall, with cumbersome heads and dozens of arms appeared. They raised their heads, staring at the dozens of flying beasts shaped like pterosaurs.

On the back of the war beast, a Yaksha member wearing a black python robe with silver patterns shouted weakly, shaking one arm slightly, and showed the pass token issued by the current Yaksha King to the Yaksha warrior on the hill below.

On the back of the war beast, dozens of elite Yaksha warriors kept coughing, and blood spurted out of their mouths, eyes, nostrils and ear holes. The blue-red blood foam mixed with internal organ fragments turned into a drizzle, which kept falling on the hillside below.

Those Yaksha warriors didn't understand what was going on. They wiped the blood off their heads and smiled innocently: "Did these little brats get hurt in a fight somewhere and come to complain to the ancestor?"

So, all around, on every mountain peak, the powerful Yaksha warriors laughed and shook their heads, shaking their huge bodies, with blood foam all over their heads, and slowly returned to their base at the foot of the mountain.

The Yaksha elites, who were coughing violently, finally flew to the gate of the ancestral cave on their war beasts. They almost fell off the backs of the war beasts, and with the sound of "bang bang", several Yaksha elites fell and fainted.

A group of Zuku guards came running over. The leader, who had more than 20 heads and more than a hundred arms, widened his eyes and shouted in a muffled voice, "Great epidemic? What is a great epidemic?"

As mentioned before, the Yaksha people are naturally strong, and in this world of absolute spirits, they are the undisputed top of the food chain. No bacteria or viruses can pose any threat to their strong bodies. They never get sick, so they have no concept of "epidemics".

“I don’t know.” The leading elite soldier suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He gasped and murmured, “Anyway, that’s what the ministers of the Nine Provinces said… Everyone was coughing, and my king also started coughing… Many people just died from coughing… Cough, cough cough…”

As he spoke, this fellow suddenly spat out a large piece of lung from his mouth, and blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain. His body twitched violently and he struggled in unbearable pain for a while. Just as he said, he coughed to death.

They still lack understanding of the "big epidemic".

They have no idea what a pandemic is!Just like that, they ran into the ancestral cave, carrying dozens of standard sources of infection. People kept coughing along the way, and blood and internal organ fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Soon, these guards brought these sick tribesmen to the place where the first Yaksha King and a group of Yaksha kings were feasting.

After hearing the report, the first Yaksha King frowned, grabbed a member of his tribe who was coughing violently, and brought him close to him to examine him carefully. During the cough, blood spurted out of the member of the tribe, spraying all over his head.