Chapter 2632 - 2630: The Ancestor Descends

Chapter 2632: Chapter 2630: The Ancestor Descends

Long Fei took Lin Yingying around the island, taking everything they could carry.

Strange flowers and herbs, books on pills, magical weapons and equipment, they even stripped the rafters, all stuffed into the storage ring.

Even the nest built from thunderstruck wood at the outskirts of Northern Dark Island was not spared.

Long Fei raised his hand to grasp, transforming into a black vortex, swallowing everything completely.

It was truly like locusts devouring the land, leaving nothing behind.

According to Long Fei, this was originally his own domain, merely taken by the Kunpeng Ancestor later on.

He didn’t bother with the Kunpeng, taking some interest from it as leniency to the old creature.

After they left, Kunpeng’s disciples rushed back under the lead of the Golden-backed Centipede Demon.

Seeing the Saint’s domain turned into a desolate island, all of them immediately knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, "Oh heavens, is this the work of man?"

"It’s over, is the Eastern Emperor destitute? Even the rock garden in my courtyard was taken!"

"What is your rock garden compared to? The bed and quilts in my cave dwelling were also taken."

"Don’t mention it, this guy dismantles walls and destroys houses, taking everything he sees. Now, our island is barren."

"..."

A group of disciples complained for a bit, tried contacting their master but couldn’t, and could only sulk, helplessly going elsewhere to gather stones and bricks to build shelter.

Each and every one of them is an immortal; they can’t live in the open air.

On the battlefield outside Mystic Darkness Country, Northern Jambu Continent.

Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood.

The million-army formed by Mystic Darkness Country and other Witch Tribe alliances had just battled demon soldiers of Xingtian here.

The Mystic Darkness Country alliance suffered heavy casualties, almost falling apart due to Xingtian’s slaughter.

Had it not been for Jiufeng’s blockade, Xingtian alone could have wiped out the entire Mystic Darkness Country.

Mystic Darkness Country Prince Xuanren stood on the battlefield with twitching face, watching the soldiers retreating from the front lines, his heart in utmost turmoil.

This war, was his strong advocacy.

Now, defeat after defeat, the alliance army had withdrawn early, leaving only their Mystic Darkness Country’s army stationed at the frontline.

A mere large river separates the two sides.

Xingtian, across the river, issued an ultimatum for the Northern Dark and other Witch Tribe settlements to all surrender.

Otherwise, once the city was breached.

All those within the imperial family would be executed without trial.

Within the Northern Dark, from the king to the ministers, all chose to surrender, constantly sending people to urge Xuanren to disband the army and surrender.

Xuanren stood on the battlefield, gazing meditatively towards the Mystic Darkness Ancestral Temple, and softly asked, "Since you have shown signs, Ancestral Witch, why not help us? Are you testing us?"

He looked at the savage, fierce ancient Witch Tribe across the river, exuding a ferocious Yin Malevolence Qi.

These ancient Witch Tribe members are obviously unevolved.

To submit to them would still be a dead end.

He stood on the city wall, drew the sword from his waist, and shouted at the soldiers below the wall, "Has the wind of Northern Jambu Continent softened your spines, shattered our courage? We witch tribe men, since ancient times, have never worshiped gods or Buddhas, when have we ever feared enemies? When have we ever feared power? Now there are those who want to take our land, enslave our descendants. Should we, as men of the witch tribe, kneel down and beg them like servants?"

The soldiers below raised their blades, roaring loudly, "No!"

"No!"

"No!"

"..."

Xuanren raised his sword, waited for silence, then shouted again, "Then stand tall with dignity, join this prince in the battle. Live free or die!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"..."

Nearly three hundred thousand Mystic Darkness Country troops roared furiously, their shout reverberated across the riverbank, causing a trembling.

Xingtian glared icily across the river, turning to Jiufeng beside him, "This prince of your Mystic Darkness Tribe is indeed a man!"

Jiufeng, quite admirably, said, "Every tribe, when faced with danger, always has a hero emerge. This kid is a hero, albeit a bit disobedient!"

Xingtian sneered, "Then kill him!"

Jiufeng sighed, "The Mystic Darkness Tribe is, after all, my brother’s people. I don’t want to kill anymore."

Xingtian pondered a moment, "Their strong resistance is merely relying on the Ancestral Witch’s manifestation. You and I shall go over now, demolish the Mystic Darkness Witch Ancestor’s temple. Shatter their illusions, and they will obediently submit to us."

"You..."

Jiufeng glanced at him sideways, reluctant to have her brother’s ancestral temple demolished.

Xingtian advised sternly, "Sister Feng, no small measure should impede great deeds. Doing this is for the revival of the Witch Tribe. Other than reducing casualties, there is no other way. I believe if the Witch Ancestor has any spirit above, he will forgive us."

Jiufeng considered seriously, "Only demolish the temple, not destroy the deity statue!"

Xingtian said joyfully, "Of course, you and I shall proceed together, I’ll handle it, you won’t be put in a difficult spot!"

Jiufeng nodded, and with Xingtian cast a mysterious light, immediately arriving outside the Mystic Darkness Ancestral Temple.

A group of ministers were here praying for the Mystic Darkness to manifest, the High Priest was jumping around fervently.

As Jiufeng and Xingtian arrived, the group was frightened, quickly standing up and retreating, "You, how dare you come here?"

Xingtian burst out laughing, "A bunch of idiots, do you think you’re fit to be descendants of our Witch Tribe? Worshiping a statue daily, do you think this statue can truly manifest?"

With great strides, he climbed the steps towards the Divine Temple.

A group of ancestral worshipers brandishing large knives, rushed up to block with a shout, "The Ancestral Witch temple allows no disrespect from you!"

"Audacious!"

Xingtian roared, eyes wide, and this group exploded into a mist of blood before his eyes.

On top, the High Priest was crying out in terror, "Xingtian Great Witch, you’re from the Witch Tribe too, do you know the consequences of disrespecting the Ancestral Witch?"

Xingtian stepped up disdainfully scolding, "You old witch, I loathe you all my life. Pretending to be mystical, can you really communicate with the Ancestral Witch?"

The High Priest admonished, "Xingtian, please watch your words. The Ancestral Witch just informed me he is manifesting here soon. Leave now, and you still have time!"

Xingtian laughed disdainfully, "Old witch, beguiling people, playing ghost tricks! Today I’ll expose your tricks, let’s see if the Ancestral Witch manifests!"

He raised his hand, capturing the High Priest from afar.

"High Priest, if I clench my palm, you’ll blow up into a blood mist like the others. Tell me, will the Ancestral Witch come to save you now?"

Xingtian coldly eyed the High Priest.

The High Priest trembled but remained steadfast, "I truly contacted the Ancestral Witch, he will come, he definitely will come!"

"Death not worth regret!"

Xingtian’s gaze turned cold, clenching his palm, about to crush the High Priest.

Who would have thought the void suddenly trembled, a fist mark flew across, slammed into Xingtian, hurling him back over a thousand meters, plowing through a dozen palaces before stopping.

He climbed out of the ruins, roaring at the sky, "Who dares strike me?"

On the altar, Jiufeng trembled, eyes red, knees nearly buckling under her.

A giant over ten meters tall, coldly stood on the altar overseeing the world.

He was no longer the previous blood body manifestation, but fully flesh and blood.

His flesh radiated a mysterious luster, every inch of muscle perfection incarnate, like the embodiment of strength. His long hair draped over his shoulders swayed with the wind, each strand seemed imbued with Tao charm, disorderly yet exuding a sacred aura.

The Witch Tribe people below the altar, weeping, knelt and loudly worshipped, "Mystic Darkness Clan greets our ancestor!"

Jiufeng also knelt on the altar, crying out to the giant above, "Big brother, is it truly you?"