The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 331: 331: The Will of the Ancient Soul Clan, Battle with the Underground Cavern Alien Race

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: The Will of the Ancient Soul Clan, Battle with the Underground Cavern Alien Race
 

“The elders of the Ancient Soul Clan, there is no need for excessive formalities,”

Mo Ying waved her hand.

Over ten thousand cultivators of the Ancient Soul Clan straightened their bodies and dispersed, continuing to live in the ancient buildings on the island in their Soul Spirit State.

They were indomitable heroic spirits who had perished in battle.

Generally speaking, after one falls, the soul would scatter or undergo reincarnation, but on this island belonging to the Ancient Soul Clan, anyone with the bloodline of the Ancient Soul Clan, after reaching the Qi Refinement Seventh Level, could continue to live in the Soul Spirit State even after perishing.

This was a race almost eternal.

Alas, they were unable to leave this island that spanned only twenty to thirty miles in circumference; they could no longer cultivate or procreate, and their strength was essentially fixed.

“High Priest, why not rebuild the Holy Temple?”

Mo Ying pointed at the ruins and asked curiously.

“Repairing the Holy Temple requires special materials from the outside world. And I believe it’s good that the temple is shattered, as it can forever remind our descendants not to forget the Foreign Clan beneath the underground cavern, and to bravely stand against them,”

the old woman explained.

Hearing this, Mo Ying nodded her head.

“Ah Ying, you didn’t come back just to chat with this old lady, did you?”

The old woman looked at Mo Ying with a smile, seeing right through her, “I think, you’re concerned about the curse on your face.”

Mo Ying pursed her lips tightly and nodded.

“I’ve told you before that once you become the High Priest on our island, you will possess the power of the entire Ancient Soul Clan’s heroic spirits, incomparably powerful. However, the drawback is that you cannot leave this place.”

“Once you leave, the mark of the Ancient Soul Clan’s High Priest will erode your appearance,”

the old woman explained patiently.

“But is there really no way?” Mo Ying touched her face, the smoothness of which she could not bear to part with.

“There is,” the old woman nodded.

“What is the way?” Mo Ying asked eagerly.

“Enter the sacrificial altar and seek the Ancient Soul Clan’s ancestral will for its recognition and guidance,” the old woman said, turning and pointing at the damaged altar.

Mo Ying’s heart trembled.

The Ancient Soul Clan’s ancestral will, the dreadful will formed by all cultivators of the Ancient Soul Clan in the Soul Spirit State since ancient times who willingly gave up their immortality, was sealed inside the miniature world within the altar.

That will was very cold.

To gain its recognition and guidance was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

“Ah Ying, this is a very dangerous thing. Even if you are willing to give up the position of High Priest, you will not be able to win the concession of the Ancient Soul Clan’s ancestral will; on the contrary, it will become even harsher,”

the old woman cautioned.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

She was once a beauty herself and knew how difficult and heart-wrenching it was for Mo Ying to walk around outside with a face full of scars.

Mo Ying stood in place, clenching her fists.

She had grown accustomed to walking about with a face others found difficult to accept, but to pass through the illusionary zone of the fifth layer in the Cultivation Tower, she had to rid herself of the demon within her heart.

Restoring her face was what Mo Ying considered a method.

Although it was not necessarily guaranteed to get her through the illusionary zone, it was worth a try.

“High Priest, I am willing to give it a try.”

Eventually, Mo Ying made her decision.

The old woman sighed, falling silent for a moment before saying, “Come with me!”

She stepped onto the sacrificial altar.

Mo Ying followed closely behind.

Thud!

As the old woman struck a certain spot on the altar with her wooden staff, a unique wave of light spread out, and the two of them vanished.

Within a medium-sized Cave Heaven World of ten miles in radius.

All around were endless whirlwinds.

At the center was a pale golden altar with an ancient bronze cauldron on it, filled with pale golden willpower, emanating a faint pressure.

“Who is calling upon me?”

As the two of them arrived, the golden willpower in the bronze cauldron surged upward, forming a humanoid figure that looked at them with indifference.

“Respected Ancient Soul Clan’s ancestral will, we are the Ancient Soul Clan’s High Priest, here to ask a favor of you,”

the old woman bowed and said.

“What is it?” demanded the Ancient Soul Clan’s ancestral will coldly.

“I wish to walk in the outside world as the High Priest and be unaffected by the Power of Curse,” Mo Ying stepped forward and said.

“Tsk!” The Ancient Soul Clan’s ancestral will suddenly widened its eyes, emitting a strange sound as if mocking.

“Is it not possible?” Mo Ying furrowed her brow.

“You have committed a grave sin and yet are unaware, vainly wishing to walk outside as the High Priest. Be careful, or I will strip you of your Heroic Spirit Power!” the Ancient Soul Clan’s ancestral will said with a cold voice.

“Uh…” Mo Ying was stunned.

Heroic Spirit Power, where do I have it?

You can strip it away as you please.

She thought about it and was about to speak.

But at that moment, the old crone took the initiative to explain, “Ah Ying is the only one from our Ancient Soul Clan who is actually still alive, and she was not cultivated within the clan but at a Star-Level Sect called Misty Sect in the outside world.”

“Oh?”

The will of the Ancient Soul Clan was surprised, “That is to say, you do not possess Heroic Spirit Power, but have gained the power of cultivation from the outside world… well, in that case, it is not impossible for you to walk outside.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Ying and the old crone looked at each other, both feeling surprised.

It seems that cultivating outside has its advantages.

For instance: the absence of constraints.

“Then, how can I break the curse?” Mo Ying asked.

“By passing the Ancient Soul Clan’s trial of slaying creatures from the Foreign Clan and gathering nine Demon General Level Demon Cores, you will be able to activate our clan’s relic bead, and you will be able to walk outside, ignoring the Power of Curse,” the will of the Ancient Soul Clan said with a deep voice.

“I am willing to undergo the trial.”

Mo Ying drew her Breeze-riding Sword, her aura exploding forth at the Element Gathering Realm first level, her foundation robust, making her an absolute top contender within her peers.

This was all thanks to her practicing the Auxiliary Cultivation Methods, the “Second Qi Sea”, the “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique”, the “Water Radiance Technique”, and the Swift Sword Intent.

“To have such cultivation at under twenty is not bad at all!”

The Ancient Soul Clan will nodded slightly, and its eyes suddenly burst forth with a dazzling Jingguang, forming an archway on the ground.

“This is the gate to the trial; go in!”

Mo Ying looked at the old crone, who nodded. Seeing this, Mo Ying held the sword in one hand and formed seals with the other, stepping through the archway.

This was a desolate battlefield.

The ground was riddled with countless Underground Caverns, from which a bizarre and terrifying creature was crawling out, its eyes filled with ruthlessness.

“One of the creatures from the Underground Cavern Alien Race, a Three-eyed Spider!”

Mo Ying stared at the alien creature, declaring gravely.

It was ten meters long.

The main body was a spider, but it had only three eyes, similar to those of a wild dog, gleaming with ruthless light.

Whoosh!

The Three-eyed Spider launched an attack.

It was of Lower Rank Demon General Realm, with powerful strength.

Rip!

Mo Ying stood fearless, with a move of “Backstab”, she reached behind the Three-eyed Spider and exerted all her strength to perform Sword Combat Technique, her Flying Sword pierced the spider from behind, then returned from the front, blinding its eyes.

“Ao ao!”

The Three-eyed Spider roared, screeching in unwillingness as it fell.

As the youngest High Priest of the Ancient Soul Clan and the only one truly alive, Mo Ying naturally knew the names and weaknesses of various creatures from the Underground Cavern Alien Race.

It was also because of her status as High Priest that she was very knowledgeable about cultivation, akin to a novice village NPC mentor.

In the altar’s Minor Heavenly World.

The old crone and the will of the Ancient Soul Clan watched the scene before them and nodded secretly, acknowledging Mo Ying’s high level of combat proficiency.

“Is this girl really the last living being of our Ancient Soul Clan?” asked the Ancient Soul Clan will at that time.

“Yes,” the old crone nodded.

“Why so?” asked the Ancient Soul Clan will.

“In that battle ten years ago, at the tragic cost of our entire Ancient Soul Clan falling, we finally wiped out the King of the Underground Cavern Alien Race and sealed the entrance,” the old crone explained.

“In that case, this new High Priest must ensure the proliferation and a glorious rebirth for our Ancient Soul Clan,” said the Ancient Soul Clan will.

The old crone and tens of thousands of other Ancient Soul Clan beings were in Soul Spirit State, unable to leave the island of the Ancient Soul Clan ancestral land, nor capable of propagation.

In essence, Mo Ying was the sole survivor of the Ancient Soul Clan.

She must bear the great responsibility of creating a race.

“Ah Ying isn’t a sow, how could she possibly produce that many?” The old crone’s face blushed red, “Besides, it seems she doesn’t even have someone she likes yet.”

“Foolish!”

The will of the Ancient Soul Clan was frustrated, “Spreading one’s branches is a strategy for the long run. Who told you it can be completed in one generation? After several generations, several decades, won’t it be possible?”

“I didn’t consider thoroughly,” the old crone quickly bowed her head.

At this moment, behind the archway in the Secret Realm.

Mo Ying had slain several Lower Rank Demon General level creatures from the Underground Cavern Alien Race, already collecting quite a few Demon Pills.

She looked towards the distant tower with a grave expression.

The relic bead of the Ancient Soul Clan was at the top of the tower!

And this process felt strangely familiar to her.