The Abyss of Witch Festivals

The sacrificial well that reaches the sky is a forbidden place for ten thousand years. Deep in the forgotten snowfield, a giant well made of obsidian crouched on the ground, and the walls of the well were engraved with ancient sacrificial inscriptions of faint blue fluorescence. Under the well, young Wu Yaobin has been imprisoned here since he was a child. He doesn't know where he came from or where he's going back. His arms and calves were covered with dark red strange witch marks, and every inch that spread outward was accompanied by bone-burning pain. Until Guo Xiaolei fell from the sky. "Nine-turn God-locking witch pattern," Guo Xiaolei stared at the lines on his arm, "the highest sealing technique of the witch clan that has been lost for thousands of years. Only the legendary ancestral spirit can be worthy of this seal. There is a complete ancient ancestral spirit sealed in your body." Wu Yaobin is the sacrifice that the Wu clan has been waiting for for thousands of years. The day when the power of the ancestral spirit is completely released is the time for him to sacrifice. But the thin young man just looked up at the gray spot at the mouth of the well, and the flames burned quietly in the depths of his dark golden pupils. "Then what if I'm not the sacrifice?" From the Tongtian sacrificial well to all the heavens and worlds, from the imprisoned son of the taboo to the chosen one who controls the destiny of the witch clan. The sacrificial inscriptions were engraved with destiny, and he had to rewrite them with his own hands. Wu Wen locked the secret of heaven, so he broke the shackles. It has been silent for ten thousand years, and once it goes against the will of heaven. The dark golden pupils opened and the witch pattern awakened - Wu Yaobin's counterattack began from this forgotten sacrificial well. Let's see how he tears apart fate, tramples the wasteland, and rewrites the word "witch" in the heavens.