Xuanyuan High Priest pondered for a moment: "The hexagram shows that the demon comes from the bottom of the sea, and this demon has a feud with our Nuwa clan."
Under the sea? Feud?
The patriarch frowned, and suddenly seemed to remember something, his face changed and he said: "Could it be those demons that were sealed by our ancestor Nuwa?"
Xuanyuan High Priest smiled bitterly: "You can't tell this. But this demon is closely related to my Nuwa clan. Not only does she want to destroy the entire Nuwa clan, but she will not even let go of her soul..."
The patriarch's face turned pale: "This can't be remedied?"[
Xuanyuan High Priest pursed his thin lips and pondered for a moment: "It's not that there is no way... but this method is too cruel and goes against the law of heaven..."
The patriarch's eyes lit up: "Tell me, what is the method?"
Xuanyuan High Priest seemed to be hesitant.
Turning his eyes to Jingshi, there was a trace of struggle on Jun's face, and he was reluctant to say anything.
The clan leader was anxious and couldn't help but said: "Ye Li, you are the high priest of our clan, you can't watch Nuwa being exterminated, right? Luo'er is still your fiancée, can you bear to let her soul be wiped out too?"
Xuanyuan's high priest turned pale and sighed: "That's all, that's all. As the priest of the Nuwa tribe, I should naturally seek a chance of survival for the Nuwa tribe... But whether I can succeed or not depends entirely on God's will. I just
Just do my part.”
The clan was overjoyed and patted the high priest Xuanyuan on the shoulder: "Okay, very good, I have indeed seen you right. Then I will leave the fate of the Nuwa clan to you. What do you want me to do?"
Xuanyuan High Priest closed his eyes slightly: "Please, Your Majesty, find a skilled craftsman to carve a white marble statue..."
He told the size and shape of the jade statue.
The patriarch nodded: "That's easy. I will let people prepare it now. Is there anything else you need?"
Xuanyuan High Priest said: "Please, Your Majesty, please find another ninety-nine and eighty-one young men in the world of Yang year, Yang month and Yang sun. I have my own use."
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At this moment, Feng Qianyu already understood that these were some scenes from the eve of the Nuwa tribe's catastrophe. Although he didn't know why they were preserved, he expected that it must be related to the weird environment here.