Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 847 - 664: Immortal Grotto Heaven

Upon entering this world, Lu Xuanji felt a hint of oppression and a faint sadness.

He could also hear the prayers of the Human Race, as if some Human Race Cultivator was praying, praying for the help of the Upper God.

Following his sense, he moved towards a certain direction.

...

In a huge valley, an ancient tribe was located there, with a river flowing directly through the center of the tribe. Around the tribe, there were patches of spirit fields, planted with rice, emitting a faint fragrance. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Cultivators walked among the fields, tending to the rice.

There were also tribe cultivators who left to hunt outside, capturing some Fierce Beasts.

Here it was peaceful and quiet, like a paradise.

In the center of the tribe, there was a huge altar, and in the center of the altar stood an ancient statue, devoid of any Extraordinary Power, its features rather blurred, covered in bronze rust, silently and coldly watching the world.

"Please, gods of the Upper Realm, descend here to save our remaining Human Race and protect our Human bloodline. I am willing to give everything, offer it to the great god!"

A woman in a long white robe, with hair cascading over her shoulders, snowy skin, emanating waves of holy light. Her appearance was stunning with extraordinary beauty, long legs, a slender waist, and a large bust forming a stark contrast. At this moment, she was kneeling on the ground, worshiping the statue.

"Sister, the god is already dead!"

Another woman stepped forward and spoke, her eyes clear and distinct, with a fair pink face that was rosy, and bright red lips looking luscious. Her skin was white and delicate, her curvaceous figure voluptuous and full, with a slender willow waist under the skirt and a pair of charming, long snow-white legs, pure and smooth arms, carrying a hint of defiance.

"In the past, we humans were the Dominators of this world, but ten thousand years ago, those foreign races rose and began encroaching on our Human Race territory. The god did not act then."

"In the past, the god would bestow blessings, temper our bloodline, and enhance our potential. But now, only a few can receive blessings, enhancing their own bloodline."

"In the past, we could feel the grandeur of the god, like a sun. Looking at the statue of the god before us invoked a sense of reverence, but now the god’s statue has no wonder, just a bronze statue."

"All these are indications that the god has died, and worshipping the statue before us has no significance!"

The white-robed Priest said, "Sister, the worship of gods should not be merely utilitarian. Receiving benefits is not faith, and not receiving benefits is not disbelief. Faith in the god requires sincerity, firm belief in the god, and steadfastness in one’s heart."

The sister looked at her sibling like that, originally wanting to continue speaking but sighed.

"Sister, the hearts of people in the tribe are not stable, especially after the Grand Elder has harbored ill intentions!" the sister said, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, "Especially the Grand Elder’s son, the way he looks at Sister is too evil!"

The white-robed Priest said, "How could I not know? But now, our tribe is increasingly declining, unable to withstand too great an impact, nor withstand division!"

The sister said, "Sister cares about unity and the tribe’s interests, but some people do not care! Sister’s step-by-step retreat will only fuel certain people’s arrogance."

The white-robed Priest sighed, remaining silent.

The sister said, "Sister..."

Just as she was about to continue speaking, suddenly, the Battle Armor was rattling, the sound of weapons clashing resounding. Near the altar appeared a group of armored soldiers, wearing Black Armor, ancient and deep, engraved with mysterious True Dragon Runes.

They were holding Long Halberds, their Qi and Blood filled with Evil Qi, like Gods of Slaughter experienced in hundreds of battles.

About more than three hundred elite soldiers appeared near the altar.

Cough cough cough!

Accompanied by coughing, an old man wearing Battle Armor appeared, his aura rather lingering, seemingly decaying, but his eyes were still bright, holding an Axe, he approached the altar and said, "Priest, I’m afraid there’s been an offense!"

The sister questioned, "Grand Elder, what do you mean by this?"

The Grand Elder glanced lightly and did not respond.

The white-robed Priest stepped forward softly, "Grand Elder, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to lead a rebellion?"

At this moment, the Grand Elder finally spoke, "Priest, initially I did not want this. But for the interests of the Human Race, please step down and let a worthy one take your place."

The sister was about to step forward to say something but was stopped by the white-robed Priest.

The white-robed Priest said, "Grand Elder, what do you mean? If you want me to step down, at least give a reason! Over the years, I have done many things for the tribe, awakened clan patterns for the clansmen, awakened bloodlines, propagated cultivation techniques, and done all that quite well."

"As for the gods, I have worshipped devoutly. Stepping down is possible, but at least give me a reason, one that could convince me. Otherwise..."

The white-robed Priest waved her hand, and immediately Battle Armor began rattling in the void, and soldiers donned in Cyan Battle Armor appeared, all of them women, yet their aura strong, not inferior to those Black Armor soldiers. The sole lacking factor seemed to be their lack of battlefield experience, leading to insufficient Evil Qi.

This was her direct tribe, the White Knight Order.

The white-robed Priest, kind-hearted, gentle to others, seemingly naive, but not foolish, held her own trump cards and Killing Moves.