194: The Holy Ancestor's Advent

“Jie jie…”

Several Holy Races with single horns, their bodies burning with crimson flames, stood in the Void Realm, their gazes sweeping around wantonly.

“A rotten boat still has three pounds of nails. This is the last hiding place of the Witch Clan remnants; there must be some treasures hidden here…”

“If we can obtain the Witch Clan’s secret treasury and offer it to the Sacred Ancestor, we will surely gain many rewards.”

“Kill!”

However, before the several Holy Races in the Profound Cave Realm could act, the ground was pierced through, and several extremely thick Sword Qi shot out from it. As the Sword Qi crisscrossed, the Holy Races were severely struck, some having their limbs severed, others suffering internal injuries to their lungs and viscera.

The most severely injured one had nearly half of his body gone.

“A group of Profound Cave Early Stage… The Witch Clan has truly declined, they can’t even deal with this…”

Gu Changsheng emerged from underground into the Void Realm.

His arrival this time was not fully prepared; it was a semi-arrival state.

Aside from his Magic Power, his other Magic Treasures were not brought along.

Otherwise, the Sword Qi strikes just now would not have merely been simple grievous injuries.

“This Witch Clan… is problematic…”

The Holy Races suppressed their injuries, their eyes filled with dread as they looked at Gu Changsheng, who was floating in the Void Realm.

The Witch Clan’s methods were singular, focusing on Body Refining, with combat being broad and sweeping.

Their most common weapons were heavy hammers and battle axes; beyond that, it was their bare fists.

A Witch Great Witch using a sword was a first for them.

However, with the Witch Clan’s treasures at hand, they had no choice but to give it their all.

They saw their flesh and blood wriggle, gradually merging into one, their aura rising steadily.

“Hmm? No wonder they didn’t flee even after seeing me… They still have such a method…”

Gu Changsheng was slightly surprised.

Within a few breaths, the several Holy Races before him transformed into a burning mountain of flesh, with grotesque heads appearing on its surface, simultaneously emitting eerie sound waves that vibrated the Void Realm.

“A bit interesting…”

Gu Changsheng’s lips curved slightly, and his body seemed to merge into the Void Realm, disappearing before the mountain of flesh.

Clang—

A glimmer of dark Sword Qi slashed out from the Void Realm, entering the body of the mountain of flesh.

The Wisdom Sword Technique, coupled with the Nine Nether Destruction Dark Light, remained sharp.

Immediately, several heads showed expressions of pain, a tearing sensation from the depths of their Souls, making them wish for death.

“The bodies merged… but the Souls are still at the Profound Cave Early Stage, which ironically became a weakness…”

Bang bang bang—

The mountain of flesh exploded, its flesh and blood wriggling, attempting to differentiate into individual Holy Races.

Gu Changsheng waved his hand, slashing out several Sword Qi, completely annihilating them.

Unbeknownst to him, slaying those in the Profound Cave Realm had become as easy as picking things out of his pocket.

Bunker.

“If those Holy Races knew that the Witch Clan is now dirt poor, with nothing to squeeze out, I wonder what expressions they would make.”

Gu Changsheng stood before the enormous treasury, sighing endlessly.

The treasury was empty, containing only a small amount of spiritual materials and weapons crafted from beast bones, utterly pathetic.

He turned and entered a secret chamber, his gaze falling upon Mo Lin, who was struggling painfully on a bed of ice.

‘After all, they are two chess pieces placed in the Witch Clan World; I can’t just discard them easily…’

He performed a magical incantation, and a mystical light entered Mo Lin’s body.

Immediately, the toxins covering her body gradually dissipated, and her complexion slowly became peaceful.

After a long while, her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

“Zhou Xin… No, that’s not right, this aura… You are the will within the Origin Blood!”

Mo Lin’s eyes widened, and she quickly retreated a few steps.

There was a hidden move within the Origin Blood, and nine times out of ten, it concealed malicious intent.

“There’s no need to be so wary of me. Think about it, if I had ill intentions towards you, why would I save you?”

Gu Changsheng said.

Mo Lin’s expression changed several times, and she said with difficulty, “You Possessed Zhou Xin…”

“Don’t worry, I merely temporarily occupied his body, causing his Soul to fall into slumber.

Once I finish my business, I will naturally leave.

As for you… don’t you have any thoughts about the future of the Witch Clan?”

“Thoughts…” Mo Lin’s face showed expressions of sorrow and resentment.

The Witch Clan was weak, struggling to survive in the cracks between the Human Race and the Holy Race.

Like a candle flame in a strong wind, it could be extinguished at any moment.

The future was bleak.

“I can help you…”

Like the whispers of a devil, yet it made Mo Lin’s eyes light up, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

“What do you want?”

“Your loyalty…”

Gu Changsheng performed a magical incantation, and his Bloodline transformed into a slave seal.

“Release your mental defenses and become my most loyal servant…”

Mo Lin’s expression struggled.

‘This person is right, if he harbored ill intentions, he wouldn’t need to save me at all… Moreover, he carries a strong scent of Holy Race Bloodline, which is the same origin as the aura of the Holy Races wandering outside the bunker.

It was him… who saved my Witch Clan… I’ll take a gamble!’

After a long while, her eyes suddenly sharpened, and she reached out a finger to touch the Bloodline seal.

Immediately, her mind drilled into a crimson talisman, taking root and sprouting in the depths of her Soul Sea.

Following that, the crimson talisman spread throughout her body, traveling all over, and a piercing pain came from within her body.

By the time she awoke, there was no one in the secret chamber.

“That person left…”

Mo Lin’s face showed a lost expression, as if what just happened was a dream.

But the Restriction in her Soul Sea could not be faked.

Suddenly, her expression changed.

The Bloodline Qi within her body surged like a river, revealing a Strange Beast pattern. The Qi connected, and it slowly began to enhance her Bloodline Qi’s intensity.

A mysterious craving for Strange Beast bones arose in her heart.

She rummaged through her waist pouch and pulled out a white Strange Beast skull. The Bloodline Qi in her palm flowed like silk, covering the Strange Beast skull.

Visibly, the Strange Beast skull gradually shrank, emitting a ‘sizzling’ gnawing sound, and the Bloodline Qi flowed back into her body, as if she had taken a tonic.

“This method…”

Mo Lin’s pupils contracted.

In her memory, only Origin Blood could enhance Bloodline.

And this method, with the demise of the Sky Palace, had long been lost to the Witch Clan.

She couldn’t help but recall the days when Tian Zhu City existed, when the Witch Clan hunted Strange Beasts everywhere, gathering them at the Sky Palace, and the Sky Palace distributed Origin Blood to the lower-ranking Witch Clan members.

“Could this be the method for creating Origin Blood… Is this person truly an ancient great power of my Witch Clan?”

Mo Lin couldn’t help but start imagining things.

Gu Changsheng, of course, was unaware of all this.

At this moment, he arrived at the edge of the world, where everything was hazy and gray. Countless fierce gale winds blew, making his hair flutter high.

He performed a magical incantation, and a layer of mystical light covered his palm.

An almost imperceptible Qi gradually gathered in his palm; it was the Qi of Nothingness.

“Very good… The quality is good… It’s almost enough.”

Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he frowned, looking into the depths of the Void Realm.

A magnificent Devilish Qi swept over him.

The already enormous gate of flesh and blood wriggled, continuously expanding, and in a flash, a dark aura seemed to pass through.

‘Holy Race, what tricks are they playing…’

A sense of crisis inexplicably surged in his heart.

“Could it be… a Yang Spirit Realm Sacred Ancestor descending…”

Gu Changsheng was startled by the thought that popped into his mind.

“It’s best to leave the Witch Clan World… Hmm, I need to let Xiao Lezi and Qian Ya also withdraw as soon as possible…”

…Holy Race territory.

Inside a demonic hall, a female Holy Race’s abdomen was highly distended, like a demonic fetus churning within, trying to break out of her belly.

Beside her, dozens of oddly shaped Holy Races in the Profound Cave Realm knelt.

Whoosh—

A mysterious aura escaped from the Void Realm into her abdomen. With a rip, accompanied by a scream, her belly burst open, and a hand covered in green scales emerged.

A baby with crimson eyes and a single horn on his forehead crawled out, coldly looking around.

In a breath, his body rapidly grew, and armor-like scales appeared on his surface.

A gigantic green claw grabbed a nearby Holy Race, killing and devouring him, with none daring to resist.

At the same time, his aura rapidly strengthened.

After devouring ten Holy Races in a row.

He raised his head, a satisfied expression on his face, his aura climbing steadily.

Profound Cave Early Stage… Middle Stage… Late Stage… Yang Spirit Realm!

“Welcome the descent of Sacred Ancestor Qilan!”

All the Holy Races in the hall shouted in unison.

Outside, the gate of flesh and blood gradually withered and shriveled, as if its Origin Qi had been greatly depleted.