176: Entering the Witch World

Soon, the news spread throughout the major forces within a million-mile radius, causing countless people to be astonished.

"What! Shu Mountain suffered a defeat in conquering a Minor Thousand Worlds? There are powerful alien races behind it..."

"Eighty Dongxuan Realm alien races.

Heavens, this force can almost sweep half of Shu Mountain.

No wonder Shu Mountain is willing to open its Secret Realm world to its various affiliated forces.

Normally, this tiger is extremely stingy."

When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.

Many small Sects held a mocking attitude.

Although Shu Mountain was the leader of the Righteous Path, it acted domineeringly and occupied a large amount of resources.

This had long caused dissatisfaction.

Shocking God Sect.

"Third Ancestor, is this true?"

The Sect Head of Shocking God Sect asked in a low voice.

Beside him, an old man in a gray linen robe sighed softly and nodded slightly: "The world is once again entering a troubled autumn... I don't know how many Mortals and Cultivators will die because of this."

"However, Opportunity is bred within crisis.

Shu Mountain is opening the Witch Clan Secret Realm. If my Shocking God Sect obtains the resources within it, making up for the deficiencies in the Body Refining lineage, the chances of Breakthrough to Dongxuan Realm will greatly increase.

In the future, we may not be unable to break free from Shu Mountain's control."

At this, a sharp glint appeared in the old man's eyes.

The world has suffered under Shu Mountain for a long time.

At the same time, many Sects secretly rebelling against Shu Mountain gathered in secret.

"Holy Race invasion? Shu Mountain even lost thirteen Dongxuan Realm Elders... Haha, serves them right!"

In the black mist, a Dongxuan Cultivator wearing a bamboo hat, whose face was unclear, spoke with ill intent.

"That being said, the Holy Race is not to be trifled with.

The forces annihilated by them in ancient times are countless.

Among them, there were not a few Yang Spirit Realm great Sects."

A shrill voice, indistinguishable as male or female, said.

"The most troublesome thing is that the Holy Race has special means to pollute heaven and earth, making it suitable for the Holy Race to survive.

After a long time, only a Yang Spirit Realm great power can take action, destroying parts of the world fragments to sever it."

In the wriggling black mist, a man wearing a fox mask said.

"Brother Hunter Fox is right.

Before this, suppressing the alien race should be the top priority; splitting Shu Mountain comes after."

"Snow Rabbit is right."

"Well said."

The opposition echoed in unison, reaching a consensus.

In the dense fog, the Dongxuan Cultivator who spoke first showed a hint of resentment in his eyes, and soon flicked his sleeves and left... Three days later.

At the Witch Clan passage, countless Magic Treasures surrounded it, and spirit boats and warships occupied a large portion of the sky.

Terrifying auras emerged, shuttling on the decks.

There were nearly a hundred Dongxuan Cultivators.

'I didn't expect Shu Mountain could actually persuade its affiliated forces to jointly resist the enemy; it must have made many sacrifices.

However, the most troublesome part is not now, but the Late Stage of the war...'

Initially, everyone could work together to resist the enemy.

Once the Holy Race or Shu Mountain showed signs of decline, those affiliated forces would become restless.

This is human nature.

Gu Changsheng's gaze swept around, his expression unreadable.

With his strength, unless he was besieged by more than five Dongxuan Late Stage Cultivators, there would be no threat at all.

'Keep a low profile, enter the Witch Clan World, and secretly collect Strange Beast skulls to produce source blood first...'

Upon introspection, countless tiny patterns were etched on the blood vessels in his body, forming bizarre bas-reliefs.

They were continuous, and as his Qi and blood flowed, the golden beast bone in his Dantian became gelatinous, melting little by little.

Strands of source blood continuously generated, merging with the golden sacred blood and constantly growing stronger.

'Ten thousand years... It will only take about ten thousand years for my entire body to transform into a Supreme Bone.

However, I can completely use the generated source blood to fully nourish one bone first.'

Gu Changsheng raised his right palm, his gaze penetrating his flesh. He saw the source blood gathering on it, and a finger bone gradually took on a bronze color, like an ancient green jade.

Fifty years at most.

The first Supreme Bone will be conceived and born.

"Kill!"

The black banner waved, suddenly opening the passage, and countless warships entered it.

It was as if they passed through a barrier, and in the blink of an eye, the surroundings became completely different.

The sky turned gray, the ground cracked with countless fissures, and faint crimson magma erupted from them. The sky was overcast, accompanied by bursts of thunder.

"Indeed, the Holy Race is transforming this world."

Gu Changsheng looked at the distant ground, where constantly wriggling mounds spewed black smoke, filling the air, and immediately the surrounding environment's repulsion became even more obvious.

"There's no time to lose, we must eliminate the Holy Race as soon as possible!"

"Shu Mountain Disciples, follow me to eradicate the alien Devil Head!"

"Kill!"

A massive number of Disciples riding Flying Swords fled into the distance, unleashing a sword formation storm, slaughtering all living beings like a meat grinder.

Gu Changsheng was in the middle of the team, looking at the sky full of demonic shadows.

"Go."

The longquan sword in his hand turned into a streak, sweeping across the sky and earth. One after another, incredibly dark, bat-like Holy Race creatures exploded, turning into piles of minced meat falling to the ground.

"They're all just small fries..."

Suddenly, Gu Changsheng frowned slightly, and his figure shot into the distance, leaving his original position.

At his original location, a pitch-black long tongue pierced through the Void Realm, its tip dripping with foul-smelling venom.

A Dongxuan Realm Holy Race.

"Hehehe... Human Race... Die..."

Stumbling tones emanated from the throat of the three-zhang-tall Holy Race.

"A Dongxuan Realm Holy Race... Besides its surprising hidden talent, it's rather unremarkable."

Gu Changsheng was expressionless. With a stomp of his escape light, his figure surged, and a Vajra phantom appeared on his body. A finger with a bronze luster pierced through the Holy Race's glabella, and the Wisdom Sword Technique instantly annihilated its soul sea.

"This skin is quite good."

Gu Changsheng's fingertip tapped, and a wisp of spiritual light covered the dead Holy Race, emitting a rustling gnawing sound.

"Hmm? This skin actually comes with a secret art of hidden space... It's not bad for ambushing people."

Gu Changsheng put away the miniature Holy Race skin and shot into the distance... "Die!"

Yan Xing suddenly spat out a mouthful of vital blood, which floated onto the Flying Sword in his hand. As the vital blood was absorbed, the Flying Sword glowed, its pressure greatly increased, and it transformed into a sword light that tore through the Void Realm.

Clang--

The one-horned Holy Race was decapitated, its neck smooth, gurgling with foul blood.

"The strength of this body is not bad; perhaps I can try to Refined Corpse the Holy Race..."

Yan Xing had obtained a part of the Refined Corpse Legacy from the Ancestor of the Yan Family.

Unfortunately, it was incomplete.

This was also why he was so eager to go undercover back then.

Going undercover was false; recovering the Ancestor of the Yan Family's Legacy was true.

Unfortunately, he had found nothing.

Suddenly, his heart pounded, and a chill ran down his spine. His body forcibly moved, and behind him, a sharp claw ripped through space, tearing away a large amount of flesh and blood.

"Damn it... There's still another Dongxuan Holy Race..."

Ignoring the corpse of the one-horned Holy Race, Yan Xing turned and fled.

"Indeed, Shu Mountain's Cultivators are much harder to kill than ordinary Holy Race members."

Gu Changsheng scoffed, and an escape light rose under his feet, shooting into the distance, catching up in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm? You're not of the Holy Race..."

Yan Xing looked at the colorful escape light beneath Gu Changsheng's feet.

"Noisy."

The Hell Path emerged, and the surrounding scenery rapidly receded, revealing countless vengeful spirits.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, Hell dissipated, revealing Gu Changsheng's figure.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "One less enemy."

Then, his figure swept away, flying towards the Sky Palace.

There were massive amounts of Strange Beast skulls there.

Back then, he left in a hurry, only taking the golden beast bone.

Now that he was refining his Bloodline, the accumulated Strange Beast skulls were no longer enough.