Chapter 235: The Shaman Cultivation Method
Mount Heaven was immense, piercing through heaven and earth.
Even though Lu Qingyang knew this was not a world Pangu had personally opened.
But gazing upon the towering mountain that rivalled the firmament.
Lu Qingyang still felt awe.
And at the foot of the mountain lived a race of peculiar beings, hundreds of meters tall.
Some possessed two legs like the Human Race.
Some had wings on their backs, their entire bodies crimson red, burning like fire.
Others had four arms, their forms reaching hundreds of meters tall, like fiends and gods, ferocious and terrifying.
As Lu Qingyang observed them, they were likewise sizing him up.
“Human Race?”
“It should be.”
“Pay him no mind. We still must go on our pilgrimage. Let us leave first.”
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After a few tall, bizarre figures exchanged a few words, they departed.
These Wu cultivators are quite amiable.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang nodded inwardly.
These massive races were naturally the Wu cultivators of the Primordial World.
They did not belong to the Human Race, nor were they of the Shaman Race.
Rather, they were foreign races who cultivated the Shaman Method.
These Wu cultivators did not hold much malice toward the Human Race.
After all, in their eyes, the Human Race was weak and posed no threat.
No need to waste time here.
Every day, these Wu cultivators would gather beneath Mount Heaven to worship and pay homage.
The object of their worship was naturally the Twelve Ancestral Shamans who resided atop Mount Heaven.
The reason Lu Qingyang had come this time was to see whether there was an opportunity to awaken the Heaven-Opening Axe fragment through the Twelve Ancestral Shamans!
So, seeing these Wu cultivators heading off on their pilgrimage.
He naturally followed.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“......”
Massive figures strode toward Mount Heaven one after another, each step shaking the void.
Behind them followed countless more Wu cultivators.
Lu Qingyang trailed far behind the crowd of Wu cultivators.
“Hm?”
Suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly.
Because he sensed a faint, hidden fluctuation.
That fluctuation seemed to be guiding him there.
That is…?
Soon, Lu Qingyang’s eyes flickered.
A fiery red figure abruptly descended from the clouds above Mount Heaven.
In an instant, the entire void was dyed red.
The temperature soared, causing even the void to begin twisting and collapsing.
“ROAR!”
Accompanied by a heaven-shaking roar, a giant wreathed in flames, crimson from head to toe, streaked past in an instant.
His form was massive, fully tens of thousands of meters in size, his murderous aura surging to the heavens, striking terror into all who beheld him.
That is… one of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans, Zhurong!?
Lu Qingyang’s heart tightened as he immediately identified the giant’s identity.
This Ancestral Shaman had once been as renowned as Chi You, Xing Tian, and Di Jiang.
He was one of the four Ancestral Shamans born at the earliest dawn.
His strength was so overwhelming that even Nüwa and Di Jun feared him greatly.
But alas, this Zhurong had a violent temper, a surly disposition, and was given to unpredictable moods.
His slaughter was so heavy that he enraged a great power.
Causing Zhurong’s entire clan to be exterminated, vanishing forever from the Primordial World.
He never imagined he would truly encounter this legendary ancient god here!
As that figure departed into the distance, countless Wu cultivators nearby fell to their knees, worshipping devoutly.
Lu Qingyang, however, frowned deeply.
In the Simulation, Mount Heaven collapsed when I was over one thousand seven hundred years old.
Counting the days, there should still be about five hundred years…
Lu Qingyang’s thoughts raced.
He only had one chance at this plan.
If it failed, the losses from this Return to True would be immense!
If only Return to True could also set an Anchor.
If it fails, at least there would be one more chance.
Lu Qingyang sighed.
He could only hope that the System would upgrade to include a Return to True Anchor function in the future.
And over the next five hundred years.
Lu Qingyang was not idle.
To increase the success rate of his plan, he cultivated diligently every day, strengthening his cultivation.
At the same time, he used every method at his disposal to obtain a copy of the Wu cultivation method.
For some reason.
On his first attempt at cultivating the Wu cultivation method, Lu Qingyang felt an extremely familiar sensation.
As if, countless years ago, he had already cultivated this method.
And as if these methods were carved into his very marrow.
“Bzzz~”
Inside a cave Lu Qingyang had opened.
As the Wu cultivation method circulated, his physical body trembled and hummed, radiating infinite brilliance.
Threads of blood seeped out, emitting a thick, foul stench.
But Lu Qingyang paid it no mind.
Instead, he revealed a smile.
Though the Wu cultivation method was difficult to cultivate, its effects were excellent.
In just a few short years, he already felt the enhancement of his physical power.
His entire body appeared much more robust.
Even his frame had grown taller, making him look even more imposing and majestic!
“Thud!”
Finally, after who knew how long, Lu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out brilliant light.
“Hoo!”
Exhaling a long breath of turbid air, Lu Qingyang stood up.
At this moment, deep within his eyes glimmered a faint golden light, as if of glazed glass.
“Wu cultivation is truly extraordinary.”
Once I return, perhaps I can try cultivating this method as well.
Lu Qingyang murmured, pondering inwardly.
And time flew by. Soon, five hundred years had passed.
On this day, Lu Qingyang, whose body had already reached a full hundred meters in size and whose cultivation had stepped into the Human Immortal realm, slowly opened his eyes.
“Boom!”
His entire body was wreathed in blazing aura. He threw a punch, shattering a millstone-sized boulder into pieces.
He raised his head, gazing at the sky.
There, deep within the heavens, atop the towering Mount Heaven.
Two massive figures roared upon the mountain.
As if locked in an earth-shaking contest.
Every roar was like thunder, shaking the surrounding air until it trembled!
And accompanied by crimson flames and giant waves, millstone-sized boulders occasionally came crashing down.
Five hundred years. These two great gods have been fighting for a long time.
According to the Simulation’s progression, in at most another year or two, Mount Heaven will collapse!
Lu Qingyang murmured.
Then he stepped forward.
“Whoosh!”
With a flicker of his form, he instantly transformed into a streak of flowing light and shot toward the base of Mount Heaven.
Beneath Mount Heaven, many Wu cultivators were still on their pilgrimage.
Lu Qingyang blending in among them was not particularly conspicuous.
And what he needed to do now was wait.
Wait for the moment Mount Heaven collapsed.
When that moment came, he would head to the legendary Mount Buzhou and take a good look.
Lu Qingyang feigned devotion, but his gaze remained fixed on the battle between the two Ancestral Shamans.
His eyes glistening brilliantly.
And so he waited, until several years had passed.
Until one day.
“BOOM! BOOM!”
Heaven and earth trembled, wind and thunder roared.
With a ‘crack’.
The once calm firmament suddenly split open with a ferocious rift.
A sliver of sunlight spilled through the crack, illuminating all of Mount Heaven.
A tremendous crash shook the world.
This caused Lu Qingyang, amid the crowd of Wu cultivators, to abruptly raise his head.
Gazing up at Mount Heaven.
It’s here!