Chapter 2887 - 154: Wujiu Vulture Dragon Pattern (2)

Chapter 2887: Chapter 154: Wujiu Vulture Dragon Pattern (2)

It seems as though the Young Master of Witch Vulture should be the son of the True Dragon.

He should be the king of the Great Wilderness.

Moreover, with the pursuit and siege of the eight Wujiu Vulture Generals.

Chief Dan Lie and the other chieftains finally couldn’t hold on and were forced to retreat nearly a hundred feet from the altar.

And the Young Master of Witch Vulture, after seeing Dan Lie and others being driven back by him, did not pursue them further, but merely curved his lips into a contemptuous sneer.

"Since I transform into dragon, I am beyond the ordinary and have an overwhelming bloodline difference with you all."

"Thus, you inferior bloodline individuals can only be ruled by me."

This statement pierced the heart. The faces of those high-ranking chieftains turned extremely unsightly, but relying on their cultivation advantage, they were defeated by the Young Master of Witch Vulture. Unable to argue against the facts, they could only endure the humiliation with hatred.

The Young Master of Witch Vulture clearly had no intention to further converse with these "defeated subordinates."

He raised his noble head, looking towards the divine throne of Vermilion Bird Mountain, a burning desire evident in his gloomy gaze.

"Ignite the Vermilion Bird Fire, open the ancient altar, summon Wujiu Great God to descend, and rule the Mountain Realm."

"At that time, I will be the master of the Vermilion Bird."

"My blood will be the blood of a king..."

With a solemn expression, the Young Master of Witch Vulture stepped towards the altar.

The chieftains of various tribes could only watch helplessly, completely powerless to stop.

They could not obstruct the Young Master of Witch Vulture bearing Dragon Pattern and overwhelming Bloodline Power.

They could only watch as the Young Master of Witch Vulture, like a "Demon Dragon emerging into the world," stepped on the ancient stairs, walking step by step onto the divine altar worshipped by their ancestors of Vermilion Bird Mountain, treading into their inherited "Holy Land."

Even going so far as to covet the divine throne of Vermilion Bird Mountain.

Many chieftains gritted their teeth, anxious with fury to the point of almost spitting blood.

But when the Young Master of Witch Vulture truly stepped onto the altar, an unexpected change occurred.

The altar suddenly trembled, igniting an even more intense "Vermilion Bird Fire," like a flame storm, sweeping the surroundings.

This was a superior type of Divine Thought Fire.

Although shapeless and intangible, all present late-stage Golden Core Cultivators could vaguely feel the burning sensation on the Divine Thought from a hundred feet away.

The sound of the clear cry of a Vermilion Bird seemed to accompany their ears.

"The altar" is the forbidden land of the Vermilion Bird.

The Vermilion Bird Fire on the altar is exponentially more intense than the plaza.

Even the Young Master of Witch Vulture instantly turned pale.

His flesh was incomparably strong, Dragon Pattern unparalleled, but these were powers of "flesh."

The Vermilion Bird Fire, however, was a fire of Divine Thought, burning heart and soul.

He simply could not resist it.

The moment the Young Master of Witch Vulture stepped onto the altar, the Vermilion Bird Fire invaded his mind, forcing him to retreat.

The crowd was somewhat dazed.

In the Wujiu Tribe, those who thought their Young Master was the "child of destiny" also halted their calls, slightly bewildered.

The Young Master of Witch Vulture withdrew from the altar, furrowing his brows tightly.

At this moment, black fog suddenly surged, and beside him appeared an elder dressed in dead vulture’s robes.

This elder’s face was deathly pale, with green eyes, clothed in black vulture feather garments, completely resembling a somber "old vulture."

He respectfully said to the Young Master of Witch Vulture:

"Young Master has great ambitions, bearing Dragon Pattern, and a noble bloodline. This Barbaric Wilderness will, sooner or later, be the young master’s kingdom."

"However, this altar is a Divine Dao Object. It is inaccessible to anyone but those who worship the deity tirelessly, serve with utmost devotion, bow and prostrate thrice and nine times, devoting their lives to it."

"As a shaman, this is my duty. Young Master does not need to personally perform this summoning ritual."

The Young Master of Witch Vulture gave the elder a deep, icy glance, then slowly nodded.

The Black Vulture Elder left the young master, arriving before the altar, and bowed towards the Vermilion Bird on the altar, praying:

"Ancient Vermilion Bird God above..."

"This old servant is a divine servant of Wujiu Great God. Now the Great Wilderness encounters a heavenly calamity, corpses litter the ground, descendants of Vermilion Bird tribes lack virtue, and the Divine Way is not upheld."

"Now, our Young Master of Witch Vulture, bearing the Dragon Map, harbors great aspirations."

"Our Wujiu Great God pities all beings and will save the Great Wilderness."

"Please lend the divine terrain to summon Wujiu Great God temporarily, to convey divine might to the world, saving the Great Wilderness from hardship."

"This old servant is here to thank the divine monarch..."

After the Black Vulture Elder finished speaking, he performed another bow towards the Vermilion Bird Statue, then recited a mantra, his eye sockets suddenly hollowing, pupils strange, resembling a "scavenger" eagle.

It was as if some presence descended upon him.

A telekinesis resembling feathers wrapped around his head, protecting his Sea of Consciousness.

The Black Vulture Elder began to step forward, ascending the altar, walking into the blazing invisible divine fire.

The Vermilion Bird’s divine fire burned indiscriminately, searing the Sea of Consciousness of the Black Vulture Elder.

But all these flames were blocked by the black wings.

The Black Vulture Elder, unscathed, walked step by step upwards.

The Young Master of Witch Vulture’s eyes carried a hint of coldness, but he said nothing.

He just watched the Black Vulture Elder as the shaman, step by step, ascend the altar that he, the young master, never stepped onto.

At this moment, Chief Dan Lie’s eyes narrowed, and he drew out a feathered longbow engraved with Vermilion Bird Patterns, nocking an arrow, his killing intent directly targeting the Black Vulture Elder ascending the altar.

This longbow was an ancestral treasure of the Danque Tribe, empowered by the Vermilion Bird, its power increasing manifold in this altar.

Chief Dan Lie had never used it before.

He was waiting, aiming to find the opportunity to shoot and kill the shaman of the Wujiu Tribe with one arrow.

Once the shaman is dead, no one can resist the Vermilion Bird Fire, and ascend the ancient altar.