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Chapter 254 - On the Witch Clan (1)

Everything was like this, restoring the scenes of the Witch Clan back then. Mu Wanjun walked slowly and was able to see everything about the Witch Clan back then.

People's days were quiet and leisurely, like a paradise.

The hot spring was carved with Spiritual Source s, and it was still warm and foggy.

There were also Spiritual Source s in the sky, whose power was like the sun, illuminating everything.

The sun, moon, and stars, as well as the spring, summer, autumn, and winter, were all meticulously displayed within this large space.

Mu Wanjun felt that it was very strange, everything here should have been recreated by the Witch clan members as they were previously. They were amazed at this life, and even more amazed at the fact that the Witch Clan had so many skilled craftsmen who could present these carvings.

All of these were incomparably precious gems and treasures.

It could be said that anything taken out here would be considered priceless. Even a pebble on the ground would be a high grade Spiritual Source.

If Ah Mu was here, the first thing he would do would be to search for these things.

Mu Wanjun was looking at what was in front of her, and not long after she continued walking forward, she saw another scene.

In that space, one could only see a vast expanse of fragrant grass. It should be a boundless plain that stretched as far as the eye could see, and on this plain, the Witch Clan lived on.

Mu Wanjun saw what was in these Lich's hands with her sharp eyes. Whether it was items for daily living or weapons that were on him, they were all exceptionally advanced.

He had no idea how many years had passed since he had last seen these scenes.

Mu Wanjun walked in front of a statue and reached out to take the sword from the sculpture's waist. After an unknown amount of time, the sword did not have a speck of dust on it.

With a swish, the sword was unsheathed.

The blade edge was thin like a cicada's wing, like autumn water. Mu Wanjun's wrist trembled, and with a clear cry like a dragon's roar, she secretly thought: Good sword!

Even the current Mystic Moon Continent would not be able to forge such a sword.

She held the sword and saw the Night Pearl in her hands.

This Luminous Pearl was the hardest of all. She exerted some force on her wrist, and the sword shadow only trembled for a moment. With a ding sound, the Luminous Pearl was immediately split into two halves.

Mu Wanjun picked it up and examined it carefully. She discovered that the cut surface of the Night Pearl that was split into two was abnormally smooth like a mirror.

What a fast sword!

Her hand turned, and the blade fell flat on her palm, projecting her image.

In the past, the Witch Clan could forge a sculpture. But from the looks of this sculpture, he was wearing a suit with leather belt around his waist and a pair of black deerskin boots.

This kind of dressing was nothing out of the ordinary for the Witch clan. One could be sure that the identity of this person was not very high, but he could actually wear such a sword.

It could be seen that the Witch Clan really had the qualifications to dominate a region in the Mystic Moon Continent back then.

It was just that as Mu Wanjun walked further, she realized that all the sculptures here were long scroll images of the history of the Witch Clan.

It was abnormally detailed, detailed to the point that almost all of the history of the Witch clan was intercepted and used to carve.

As she walked, she gave off a strange feeling, as if she was a passerby who traveled through countless dimensions to witness everything related to the Shaman Tribe.

Time passed, and the scene changed.

Mu Wanjun saw that the originally peaceful Witch clan could not escape their long-lasting path.

We're here. Later on, she saw internal strife within the Witch clan.

It was an exquisite bamboo house, and everything in the house could be found.

There was a bamboo bed by the window, and an old man was lying on it.

Mu Wanjun had seen this person before, she also knew that this person was the Clan Leader of the Wu Clan, he had a band on his forehead, it was obvious that he had been bedridden for a long time.

Inside the room, the chief of the Witch clan was lying on his sickbed. Outside the room, there was another young man holding a scepter. There was a smile on his face, and a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

It was unknown who created this place, but it was able to carve a person's mood into lifelike shapes on the jade.

Even though he knew that this was an ice-cold sculpture, Mu Wanjun could still feel the oncoming killing intent.

She could feel the rage and unwillingness in the chief's eyes! He could also feel the outburst of the That person after they had tolerated it.

Although it was just a scene, Mu Wanjun could already see the ups and downs.

A patient young man, concealing his strength to nourish the darkness, accumulating everything in one fell swoop. In the end, it all happened in one fell swoop!

Right at this moment, Mu Wanjun's gaze stopped at a spot not far behind the youth. It was the corner of a bamboo house, and there was a person standing there.