Xi Jiuye's heart trembled.
If it was someone else, if he dared to scold the ancestors of the Xi clan like this, Xi Jiuye would definitely go to war with them, and he would never stop dying.
But the elder in front of him had a mysterious identity and exuded an indescribable majesty, even Xi Jiuye didn't dare to act rashly.
"This old gentleman, what is the relationship between you and my ancestors?"
Xi Jiuye held back his anger and asked cautiously.
"What's the relationship? Those people, like me, belong to the Yuntian generation. If they are your ancestors, then I, Xi Wu, are also one of your ancestors."
The year of the ancestor Xi Wu
Xi Jiuye was shocked again.
He quickly scanned his mind, and there was no such name on the family tree of the Xi clan.
"You must be thinking, why does my name never appear in the genealogy? It's just because I chose a different path from them."
Xi Wu seemed to see the suspicion in Xi Jiuye's heart, and sneered twice.
The Xi Clan is from the Yutian Clan, this secret has been hidden by the Xi Clan for ten thousand years.
And at this moment, that humiliating and buried memory passed through Xi Wu's mouth and appeared in front of Xi Jiuye again.
For the ancestors of the Xi clan, it was a shameful past.
From thirty-three days, it fell to ninety-nine places.
The Xi clan has changed from a celestial being to a mortal, and this shame has been branded on the Xi clan for generations.
Once in ten thousand years, Tianhe falls, and Tianyu falls to the world.
Feng Shui turns, ten thousand years later, it is the Guangming Territory that has fallen, and ten thousand years ago, it is the Three Thousand Realms where the Xi Clan is located that was ruthlessly abandoned by Tianhe.
Just like the ancient and modern Guangmingling, the Three Thousand Realms lost their Tianhe overnight.
Xi Tian, the immortal emperor of the Three Thousand Realms, fell, and several of Xi Tian's heirs led a group of people to fall to the sky.
In the process of falling to the sky, a large number of heavenly people fell, and when they arrived at Ninety-Nine Lands, the Xi clan had only a population of less than 100,000 left.
It is precisely this resettlement method for a population of less than 100,000 that has also attracted disagreements.
The eldest son of the emperor, headed by Xi Zhongnian and others, thought that since he had died, he should find a way to live and work in peace and contentment in Ninety-Nine Lands and save the lives of the people of the Xi clan.
They were already terrified in the process of falling into the sky.
Those who disagree with him are a group headed by Xi Wu.
Xi Wu is also one of the few witches in the Three Thousand Realms.
He was not reconciled to the fall of the Three Thousand Realms where he was, and he wanted to return to the Thirty-Three Heavens, but he was unwilling to accept the fact that the Xi clan had become mortals.
But it was also Xi Wu's idea that was unanimously attacked by Xi Zhongnian and others.
They said that since ancient times there has only been Yutian, and they have never heard of it. The Tianyu with Yutian has returned to the Thirty-three Heavens again.
Today, there are only 100,000 people left in the Xi Clan. They don't want to let their lives go to waste, and they want to take root in Jiujiudi.
Even if you can't become a celestial being, if you can become a strong person in the Ninety-Nine Lands, it is enough.
The two forces had a strong disagreement, and in the end, they had to part ways.
Because Xi Zhongnian was the eldest son of the emperor, he got more support, he plundered a lot of property, and even wanted to assassinate Xi Wu.
Xi Wu had no choice but to hide in Wang Wu Mountain alone.
And this hiding is ten thousand years.
In the past ten thousand years, Wang Wushan has been closed, and Xi Wu does not know that ninety-nine lands have passed, and Xi Zhongnian and others who fought with him to the death have also fallen one after another. Today's genocide.
After Xi Jiuye heard it, he didn't know whether it was true or false for a while.
"Why, don't you believe it? How do you think the witch fan in your hand came from? It's just a sacrificial offering made by the old man. It was made using the power of the North Star. Force, produces induction."
Xi Wu sneered.
In other words, all of this is due to cause and effect.
Back then, he refined a few witchcrafts and wanted to lure some "sacrifices" into the mountain.
Among all the offerings, only the witch fan in front of him was the one he used the power of the North Star.
The power of the North Pole stars used to be the royal heavenly power of the royal family of the Three Thousand Realms.
Even among the heirs of the royal family, not everyone has the power of the North Star.
Three thousand worlds fell to the sky, and the Xi clan died, but the blood of the Xi clan's royal family still retains a part of the power of the stars.
Xi Wu just didn't expect that ten thousand years later, there would still be the power of the stars in the blood of the Xi clan.
"You mean you refined this witch fan? Are you in Wang Wu Wannian? Could it be that you are..."
It was hard for Xi Jiuye to imagine how Xi Wu could survive in Wang Wu Mountain for ten thousand years.
"Wang Wushan, the witch king is me who is Xiwu. You and your companions entered the mountain with my refined witchcraft, and I discovered your existence at that time."
Xi Wu threw the witch fan to Xi Jiuye.
He just wanted to lure some flesh and blood of living people to be eaten by that "monster", but he didn't expect that among the people he finally attracted were descendants of the Xi clan.
Not only that, but the stature and resourcefulness of this descendant are very good, compared to Xi Zhongnian and others back then, I don't know how many times stronger.
"You are the Witch King of Wang Wu Mountain? What about the map on that fan?"
After Xi Jiuye knew Xi Wu's identity, he became more and more suspicious of Wang Wushan's origin.
From Xi Wu's description, we can know that Xi Wu is an ambitious person. He would spend thousands of years dormant in Wangwu Mountain, which is very unusual.
"It has been clearly stated on the fan. The old man drew the fan back then, on the one hand, to lure people into Wang Wushan, and on the other hand, to prevent the old man from going away one day, and the secret of Wang Wushan will be hidden forever in the world."
Xi Wu said lightly.
He stayed in Wang Wu for too long.
After a long time, he will forget his age.
For the past ten thousand years, he has been waiting day and night, waiting for the day when he can get the chance to ascend to heaven again.
Unfortunately, he never waited.
He didn't know when he would die, maybe, in his lifetime, he would never have the chance to see the road to heaven open again.
"Could it be that the Demon-Suppressing Mountain Wall and the Road to Heaven on the fan are both..."
Xi Jiuye looked at the Witch King.
"The road to the sky is the road that led us to the three thousand worlds. The so-called sky is the road to the thirty-three days. Whether it is the sky or the sky, you can pass through it. Back then, it was also where our Xi clan arrived at the Nine Heavens. The first stop in Nineteen Lands. As a descendant of the Xi clan, although you were not born back then, you should be no stranger to this place, it is a sense of shame branded on the blood of all Xi clan people."
While Xi Wu was speaking, Xi Jiuye couldn't help but glance at the fan again.
The road to the sky on the fan looks no more than the thickness of a finger, but it actually carries the glory and shame of the Xi clan