Chapter 1183

"You enter as well."

Han Li's eyes flickered with surprise when he heard Bai Ze's words.

The tribes of the Wildlands could not believe their ears and were in an uproar.

To them, the Wildlands Sacred Temple was an even more sacred existence than the Holy Mountain. It was the source of their faith. If allowing a human like Han Li to ascend the Wildlands Sacred Temple was already a violation of their faith, then allowing him to enter the Wildlands Sacred Temple was a stain to their faith.

This was something they could not accept.

Even Liqima's expression changed slightly and a hint of confusion flashed through his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this …" Hunwu tribe leader's expression changed as he shouted.

"The Temple of the Wildlands is a stain on our ancestors' bloodline …" The other tribe leaders also shouted.

"A human entering the temple is a stain on our ancestors' bloodline. You can't do this …"

"Think twice!"

The expressions of the young master of the Mang Wu Race and Qing Yi also changed drastically as complex looks appeared in their eyes. They didn't think that the True Spirit Monarch would hold Han Li in such high regard, and they couldn't help but hesitate as to whether they should retaliate against him in the future.

Han Li's expression changed drastically upon hearing these vehement objections, and he was beginning to become rather hesitant.

"The Temple of the Wildlands was established by me and Yu Qi, the True Spirit Monarch. I have the final say on who can enter and who can't." Bai Ze merely glanced at them with a frown and said indifferently.

"Your Majesty …" While everyone was still shouting, Bai Ze had already turned and left.

Liqima and the others immediately followed. Han Li hesitated for a moment but still followed.

Even after they had entered the stone temple, the noise behind them still did not stop.

However, when the heavy doors of the stone temple were closed, all the noise was shut outside.

The light inside the temple was dim. There was only a brazier in the center. The flames flickered and illuminated the surroundings.

Han Li looked around to find a series of tall stone statues standing around him. There were a total of eight of them, and they were none other than Suan Ni, Zhuyan, Rahu, Bai Ze, Giant Mountain Ape, Kun Peng, Nine-tailed Fox, and Inky-Eyed Pixiu.

In front of each statue was a stone chair. However, it was empty, as if it had been there for a very long time.

Liu Le'er looked at the statue of the Nine-tailed Fairy Fox in front of her. She looked at the nine tails behind it and sensed the indistinct connection between her and the statue. A hint of confusion flashed through her eyes.

Xiao Bai, on the other hand, stared straight at the statue of the Ink Eyes Pi Xiu, looking at its appearance which was similar to itself, but no matter how hard it tried, it did not feel close to it at all, no matter how it looked, it felt so distant, so strange.

The rest of the people also looked at their ancestors with curiosity, reverence, excitement, and pleading in their eyes.

"The statues you see now are the eight True Spirit Monarchs of the Wildlands since ancient times. Some of them were my close friends, and some of them were my mortal enemies. It was only for the peace of the Wildlands that we built this Wildlands Holy Temple to seal the Asura Blood Gate.

Now that we have gathered all of you here again, we need to use the bloodline of the True Spirit Monarchs in your bodies as the key to open the restriction, "Bai Ze said as his gaze swept across the statues.

"We are willing to listen to your orders, Your Majesty." Everyone shouted in unison.

"Among the eight True Spirit Monarchs, other than Luo Hu and Sky-roaming Kun Peng, who left the Eight Desolate Mountain not long after the Holy Temple was built, most of the other True Spirit Monarchs met with misfortune. Their fates have changed, and it is unknown if they have all died.

Therefore, after the Holy Temple is officially opened, we will know how many of them are still alive. "Bai Ze did not hide anything from Han Li and revealed the many secrets of the True Spirit Monarchs of the Wildlands.

To the people present, although the ancestors who had given them their bloodlines were no different from legendary existences, it was still extremely difficult for them to accept the fact that these ancestors who had brought them supreme glory no longer existed in this world.

Therefore, after listening to Bai Ze's explanation, almost everyone's expression became slightly solemn.

"However, you don't need to be disappointed. We were born with all kinds of innate abilities and laws of heaven and earth. Even if we die, the power of our bloodline will fuse with the laws of time. It will only be gradually eaten away by the Heavenly Dao, but it will not disappear completely.

Therefore, once the Asura Gate of Blood is opened, the power hidden in the laws of heaven and earth will return to the Holy Temple.

As their bloodline inheritors, you have a chance to inherit their power and become the new True Spirit Monarchs! "Bai Ze continued.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded in the hearts of everyone, and their minds surged without end.

Become the new True Spirit Monarchs?

To the people of the Wildlands, this was probably the ultimate temptation in this world, right?

At this moment, their minds were in a mess. They didn't even know if they should hope for the return of the True Spirit Monarchs or hope that they had already died.

Bai Ze's gaze was indifferent. He took in the changes in everyone's expressions, but his expression did not change.

In reality, he was very clear about the thoughts of these people. However, he would not be affected by it at all.

This was because none of this was important to him.

"The flames in the brazier in front of you are the essence flames that the eight of us ignited. Now that it has weakened a lot, it means that some people have really died in this world.

All descendants of the Wildlands, come forward and listen to my orders. "Bai Ze ordered.

Hearing this, everyone walked forward and surrounded the brazier.

Only Han Li and the others slightly distanced themselves from them. They only stood not far behind Xiao Bai and silently observed everything.

Seeing that Han Li was so tactful, everyone's hostility towards him decreased a little. However, in their opinion, Han Li's appearance here was still very unnecessary and humiliating to the Holy Temple.

However, with the True Spirit Monarch in front of them, no one dared to show their dissatisfaction.

Bai Ze's gaze swept across everyone and his eyes suddenly narrowed. He brought his hands together in front of him and a ripple of golden light appeared in his palms. Like a stone being thrown into a lake, it expanded layer by layer.

The golden light started from the bottom of the brazier and spread across the ground like lotuses, blooming golden flowers.

Seeing this, everyone subconsciously dodged backwards.

Han Li's eyes narrowed as he looked at the ground. He saw that the golden flowers were actually condensed from dense runes.

The aura from the runes was very unique. The moment everyone sensed it, they felt as if their bloodline was connected to it. Their feet seemed to have taken root and were intimately connected to the ground.

Han Li's legs froze and then he found that he was actually connected to the ground just like everyone else.

After the initial shock, Han Li quickly discovered that this power was not a restrictive force imposed by the outside world. Instead, it was a force of attraction from his bloodline that was connected to the ground.

If he forcefully severed this bloodline connection, it was not impossible to get rid of it. However, after a moment of hesitation, Han Li decided to maintain this connection because he could clearly feel that the True Spirit Bloodline in his body was very close to this connection.

Following that, the rune flower blossomed, and specks of golden light rose from the ground. Very quickly, it filled the entire hall, illuminating the surroundings until it was hazy.

The surrounding statues of the eight True Spirit Monarchs were covered in a layer of fluorescent golden powder and were enveloped in a layer of light. They looked like statues of gods.

Seeing this, Bai Ze's eyes flashed with a hint of reminiscence. He walked to his statue and slowly sat down.

"Now, each of you take a drop of your Origin Blood Essence and throw it into the brazier," he said.

Hearing this, everyone stretched out their hands without hesitation and forced a drop of Origin Blood Essence out.

"Drip, drip, drip."

The hall was silent, and the sound of blood dripping could be heard clearly.

As the drops of blood essence that contained the bloodlines of the eight True Spirit Monarchs fell into the dark red brazier, the cluster of golden flames suddenly surged, and illusory figures appeared within it.

Han Li glanced over and saw that the shadows that appeared in the flames were the real bodies of the eight True Spirit Monarchs.

Before he could recover from his shock, a light flashed in the brazier, and eight flame projections flew out from it. They flew toward the eight statues around him, and directly entered the glabella of the statues.

Immediately after, the eight statues trembled violently and released dazzling lights of various colors, illuminating the entire stone hall.

At the same time, the ancient paths of the Eight Desolate Mountain were filled with waves of light that shot into the sky and filled the sky.

Above the night sky, eight enormous phantoms of True Spirits appeared and occupied eight positions. They were either roaring with their heads raised or leaping into the sky. Every single one of them was wild and unruly, and their imposing auras were magnificent.

When the people of the various clans that remained on the plaza at the summit and the cultivators that stopped halfway up the mountain saw this, they all knelt down and prayed.

No one played the Heaven Striking Bell at the summit and the Kui Beast Drum at the foot of the mountain, but they continued to ring on their own. The ancient and distant Wildlands War Song suddenly rang throughout the world. A powerful aura surged from the summit and spread for thousands of kilometers.

At the foot of the mountain, the Barren Zhen City was already lit up. At this moment, whether it was in the streets or in the residences, millions of Wildlands Tribe members knelt down and prayed just like the people on the mountain.

Just as everyone was excited and unable to calm down, a change suddenly occurred!

In the night sky above the Eight Desolate Mountain Range, the projection of the Giant Mountain Ape suddenly blurred before disappearing.

In contrast, the Holy Flame that had flown into the forehead of the Giant Mountain Ape statue in the Wildlands Temple trembled and dissipated.

The fluorescent golden powder that gathered on its body also scattered and completely dimmed.

Immediately after, a series of chain reactions occurred. The flames between the eyebrows of the other statues in the hall all flew back into the dark red brazier and the statues dimmed one after another.

Seeing this, everyone on the plaza felt as if they had been struck by lightning. They all glared at the long-browed elder of the Mountain Moving Ape clan. The collapse of the True Spirit Monarchs had started with the Giant Mountain Ape. It was clear that the bloodline successor they had chosen was not qualified.