“Alright,” Fang Ling nodded.
Seeing his agreement, Lan Luo immediately made a Heart Demon Oath in front of him.
Then she cast a spell on the others, erasing their memories of the recent events.
Fang Ling wasn’t entirely at ease, so he carefully verified it, confirming that they indeed had forgotten everything that had just happened.
The group followed the wide path and soon arrived before the main hall.
The ancient witch clan’s inheritance was within this grand and ancient hall.
“This time, everyone in our tribe can enter the Witch God Temple and have the chance to learn new witchcraft spells.”
“Fang Ling, on behalf of the Lan Clan tribe, thank you,” Lan Luo said, looking at Fang Ling.
Fang Ling replied indifferently, “It’s just a transaction. I received my due reward.”
Lan Luo smiled slightly, then stepped forward into the main hall.
Once inside, everyone dispersed, and Fang Ling found himself alone.
The environment he was in was not a magnificent hall but a dimly lit stone room.
At that moment, a phantom suddenly appeared before him.
This phantom was not a soul but an image projected by a memory stone.
The figure was of a hunched old man leaning on a staff.
From his attire, Fang Ling could tell that the current Miao Territory tribes had inherited this style.
The Witch God Temple truly deserved to be called the holy land of Miao Territory; everything in Miao Territory originated from here.
“Welcome to the Witch God Temple!” the hunched old man said kindly.
“This Witch God Temple was left by the last generation of the witch god, containing all the inheritance of our witch clan.”
“If you can obtain part of the inheritance, please continue it and do not let the witch clan’s arts be lost.”
“As for how much you can obtain, it will depend on your own fate and abilities…”
He raised his staff and pointed at Fang Ling.
In an instant, a cultivation method for a witchcraft spell appeared in Fang Ling’s mind.
“As long as you can master this witchcraft spell within three days, you can move on to the next level and learn more powerful spells.”
“If you cannot master it within three days, then unfortunately, you have no affinity with the witch clan.”
“When you leave, all information about this spell in your mind will be erased.”
“This hourglass is a timer. When the last grain of sand falls, three days will have passed!”
A giant hourglass appeared on the table, with colorful sand flowing down at a steady pace.
Fang Ling crossed his legs and floated in mid-air, closing his eyes.
At this moment, he focused all his attention on the witchcraft spell.
This spell, named the Soul Severing Spell, was a purely offensive spell used to attack others’ souls.
After careful study, he finally gained some understanding of witchcraft spells.
Cultivating witchcraft spells could be both difficult and easy.
One only needed to imprint the spell onto their own soul.
When casting the spell, it would consume a large amount of soul power.
Therefore, although witchcraft spells were powerful, they were not suitable for prolonged battles.
Casting a few spells would quickly exhaust the caster.
He began to try imprinting the spell but couldn’t grasp the technique.
However, he wasn’t anxious at all. Witchcraft spells were just an optional pursuit for him.
Success or failure didn’t matter to him.
With a calm mindset, he methodically tried and comprehended…
Time passed quickly, and the hourglass was almost empty.
At that moment, Fang Ling successfully imprinted the last rune onto his soul, completing the entire spell!
After his success, the phantom reappeared.
“Congratulations on mastering this spell.”
“Regardless of whether you can learn the next spell, you can take this Soul Severing Spell with you!”
“Next, I will teach you a more profound spell, and you will have one month!”
After the hunched old man finished speaking, a slower hourglass appeared on the table.
At the same time, a new witchcraft spell was transmitted into Fang Ling’s mind.
This spell, named the Immobilization Spell, would render the target immobile, fixed in place.
The duration of the immobilization depended on the amount of soul power used and the target’s own strength.
The strength of a witchcraft spell was easy to judge.
The more runes required and the more complex the runes, the stronger the spell.
At this moment, the number of runes for the Immobilization Spell was ten times that of the Soul Severing Spell!
But its complexity was far beyond just ten times.
With only one month, he felt it would be challenging.
He calmed his mind and began constructing the spell bit by bit.
Although the runes for the Immobilization Spell were complex, once he grasped the pattern, his imprinting speed was significantly faster than before.
Just in time, he successfully imprinted the entire spell.
“Congratulations on mastering this spell.”
“But unfortunately, you will be immediately teleported out of the Witch God Temple.”
The hunched old man reappeared, saying something that shocked Fang Ling.
Having just acquired two spells, he was eager to learn more powerful spells, but suddenly…
“Why?” Fang Ling asked.
The hunched old man showed a gratified smile and replied, “Because someone has already obtained the witch god’s inheritance.”
“Therefore, the Witch God Temple is about to close, and only she can remain inside.”
Fang Ling suddenly thought of Lan Luo, suspecting it was her.
Although her realm was not high, she always gave him a strange feeling.
Moreover, Lan Yan had gone to great lengths to ensure her safe entry into the Witch God Temple, surely for a reason.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken such a big risk to send her daughter, who was only in the Phecda Realm, inside.
The next moment, a mighty force enveloped Fang Ling.
When he came to his senses, he was already outside the Witch God Temple.
He and eighteen others were teleported out, and the Witch God Temple disappeared with a roar, seemingly hidden in the endless void.
“Good! Luo’er is indeed qualified to receive the witch god’s inheritance!” Lan Yan exclaimed excitedly.
She had high hopes for Lan Luo.
Although Lan Luo didn’t stand out in spiritual cultivation,
her understanding of witchcraft spells was unparalleled.
At a young age, she had already mastered all the spells of the Lan Clan tribe.
In fact, before Fang Ling arrived, she had already prepared a backup plan to ensure Lan Luo’s entry.
Among the young members of the Lan Clan tribe present, there was even one of her avatars.
“Strange, why is my memory blank?”
“Did Luo’er do this? Why would she erase everyone’s memory?”
“Or was it the Witch God Temple?” Lan Yan was puzzled by the state of her avatar.
But she was completely immersed in this great joy and didn’t bother to investigate further, as it was irrelevant.
On the other side, Chuan Ning, the priest of the Chuan Clan tribe, had eyes filled with killing intent.
Not a single person from the Chuan Clan tribe had come out, indicating they were all wiped out.
What pained him even more was that the Lan Clan tribe had obtained the witch god’s inheritance!
From now on, the Chuan Clan tribe would always be under the Lan Clan tribe’s shadow.
“Mo Yuan, who claimed to be a prodigy, was nothing special.”
“The Heavenly Dao Sect has misled me, misled me!”
“Otherwise, with Chuan Pu’s talent, he could have at least learned three to five spells.”
“And the little girl from the Lan Clan tribe wouldn’t have gotten the witch god’s inheritance!”
Suppressing his killing intent, he immediately leaped onto the back of a blue-scaled beast and quickly disappeared.
Lan Yan watched in the direction where Chuan Ning vanished, knowing that a fierce battle was likely ahead, as the Chuan Clan tribe would not let this go easily.
“Let’s head back as well,” she said, glancing back and murmuring.
Lan Luo’s acceptance of the inheritance could take years, and until then, she could only wait patiently.
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