Investiture of the Gods Xiao Sheng, the Poor Taoist Priest, Even Rogue Cultivators Have Human Rights

On the bridge stood an old woman with a cold face, exuding a captivating aura that made people feel awe.

In the ancient secret realm, the Yellow Springs River of Hades and the Underworld Bridge on the other side were created by the ancestor witch Hou Tu herself - Meng Po, the incarnation of the underworld!
There was no need for Pingxin Saint to explain, Xiao Sheng had already seen through the scene and the identity of the visitor at a glance. These famous places were known to everyone in the prehistoric world, and even ordinary people regarded them as myths and legends.

”Greetings to Senior Meng Po.”

Xiao Sheng stepped forward and saluted, appearing respectful and polite.

”Today I want to lead Xiao Sheng to the Wu clan’s secret treasure.”

Our Lady of Peace responded with a smile.

Meng Po nodded slightly, her face as cold as ice, but she made way for the two of them. Then, the Holy Mother of Peace and Xiao Sheng crossed the Styx Bridge and headed towards the other side.

Although Meng Po seemed cold and heartless, when Xiao Sheng walked past her, he clearly noticed the glance she gave him. In the depths of her eyes, there was a hint of imperceptible warmth.

Although the good body and the evil body have different temperaments and contradictory thoughts, in essence, they both come from the same ancestor witch Hou Tu, so they naturally have deep kindness towards Xiao Sheng.

”I wonder what level of cultivation Senior Meng Po has?” Xiao Sheng thought to himself. Judging from her aura alone, Meng Po’s strength seemed to be a little stronger than that of the Holy Mother of Peace, but at such a high level, it was difficult to guess at a glance. While thinking this way, soon, the Holy Mother of Peace had taken Xiao Sheng deep into the heart of the underworld. They saw a thin mist in front of them, and through the mist, a majestic and magnificent gate stood out!

The giant gate shone with a metallic luster. After millions of years of baptism, it was still not stained with a speck of dust, but shone brightly as if it had just been cast. Its surface was engraved with mysterious runes, emitting a dazzling divine light.

The giant gate stands between heaven and earth, exuding an immortal aura and at the same time containing an extremely heavy artistic conception, as if it were to suppress the earth and shock the hearts of all living beings.

”Is this the gateway to the secret treasure of the Witch Clan? It is too luxurious. It is actually made of rare materials such as innate Geng gold!” Xiao Sheng’s heart was surging. He was shocked by the luxury of the Witch Clan.

Xiantian Gengjin is a treasure in the prehistoric world. As long as a trace of it is added when refining a magic weapon, the overall quality of the magic weapon can be greatly improved. Even if it is just a fist-sized piece, it can cause bloody storms in the prehistoric world and make the Daluo Jinxian salivate.

And at this moment, the huge gate standing in front of him was made entirely of innate Geng gold. Such luxury was simply jaw-dropping.

This one door alone is enough to give us a glimpse of how the Wu Clan, as the overlord of the ancient world, was so powerful that it dominated the world!
Arriving in front of the huge gate, Xiao Sheng stopped and waited for the Holy Mother of Peace to open it for him.

However, Our Lady of Peace stood in front of the giant gate with a slight frown on her face.

”Is there something wrong?” Xiao Sheng asked doubtfully.

”Ever since I moved the witch clan’s secret treasure into the underworld, it has never been opened again, and now I have forgotten how to open it.” Holy Mother Pingxin said helplessly.

Xiao Sheng couldn’t help but be stunned: ”...”

How could he forget the method to open the secret treasure? He shook his head secretly. This Fairhearted Mother looked gentle and virtuous, but she seemed a little careless.

No wonder, it fits the rough and heroic temperament of the Wu clan.

”Then what should we do now?” Xiao Sheng asked. If it really cannot be opened, then he can only look for the ten drops of Pangu’s blood according to the coordinates indicated by the Karma Wheel.

”Don’t worry, it’s a small matter.”