Chapter 2633 - 2631: Great Witch Meets Ancestral Witch

Chapter 2633: Chapter 2631: Great Witch Meets Ancestral Witch

Mystic Darkness’s eyes, filled with a benevolent sadness, surveyed the surroundings, the wind blowing against his broad body, like a statue standing tall.

He looked at the thousands of kneeling members of the Witch Tribe below him and finally said, "Back then, our Witch Tribe brought upon itself a killing disaster due to cruelty, and now you still haven’t learned your lesson, killing each other here. I don’t know if I should be glad or angry, seeing as you are the descendants of our tribe."

The crowd was as silent as cicadas in winter, their lips trembling under his powerful pressure, none daring to raise their heads.

Only Xingtian stared directly at him, suspiciously saying, "If you are truly the reincarnated form of the Mystic Darkness Witch Ancestor, you wouldn’t speak such words. Who are you really? Why are you pretending to be the Mystic Darkness using this body?"

Mystic Darkness gazed at Xingtian, as if an old man looking at a child, without any anger, instead with a hint of affection, "Zhurong Clan’s Xingtian, you once assisted Emperor Flame and Yellow Emperor in competing for the world. Eventually, the Human Race’s fortune flourished, and Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang united. No matter how immense your mana, you couldn’t defy destiny, ending up dismembered. Now that you have returned to the Human Realm, it should bring joy, so why go against the heavens again?"

Flames emerged from Xingtian’s body, "You speak of destiny; when have we Witch Tribe ever regarded destiny? You cowardly person, though you possess the body of a Witch Ancestor, yet lack the soul of one. If you can defeat me today, then we can talk about your ridiculous destiny!"

He let out a muffled shout, causing the surrounding space to explode.

A mass of flames, like a volcano, suspended in mid-air, surged down towards Mystic Darkness.

Jiufeng shouted from the altar, "Do not act recklessly!"

Mystic Darkness simply shook his head and raised his right hand towards the sky.

That right hand, laden with the power of supporting the heavens, stirred up whirling vortices of frost, engulfing the flames.

Fire and ice clashed, with a thunderous explosion.

The void lit up with lines of mysterious light, illuminating the surroundings.

The flames vanished with a hum above Mystic Darkness’s head, swallowed by the enormous ice storm.

Yinshui Mystic Darkness, a clan of ice and snow.

Xingtian’s little heaven fire was like a child’s match in his eyes.

Xingtian shouted defiantly, "Even if you are of the Witch Tribe, I, Xingtian, will contend with you!"

The Great Witch Bloodline, closest in existence to the Witch Ancestor.

Even when facing an enemy a hundred times stronger, facing the unchangeable Heavenly Dao, Xingtian would still fight.

His massive body ascended into the void.

Every step he took caused the void to tremble.

The enormous Xingtian Axe in his hand was swung with mountain-like pressure, slashing down towards Mystic Darkness.

The temple below trembled; under the pressure of the giant axe, it shattered into dust and engulfed Mystic Darkness.

Xingtian’s axe followed into the dust, with a thunderous crash, shaking the thousand-meter-high altar below to explode in all directions.

Jiufeng and a group of the Imperial Family retreated, shouting nervously into the dust, "Big brother!"

The dust was blown away by the fierce wind, revealing the two figures atop the ruins.

Mystic Darkness, with his single hand lifted, held Xingtian’s axe and person in mid-air.

He remained unmoved, without inciting any mana, merely using his body to withstand the heaven-defying axe of Xingtian.

Everyone was astonished; they knew the Witch Ancestor’s body was formidable but didn’t expect such invincibility.

Mystic Darkness softly urged Xingtian, "Stand down!"

His palm suddenly struck out, ripping the void, as if swatting a fly, sending Xingtian flying backwards.

Xingtian felt his body shatter, as though it might be crushed by the force of that palm.

Uncontrollably, his body flew thousands of miles before tumbling across the riverbank.

He spat a mouthful of blood, slowly rising from the ground under the astonished gazes of the Demon Race.

He wasn’t willing to accept it, roaring in the direction of Mystic Darkness, "Even if you are the reincarnation of the Witch Ancestor, I will not submit to you. I will cause a bloodbath in this world and restore the Witch Tribe’s reign over the heavens and earth!"

Mystic Darkness stood in the ruins silently, merely tossing out an ancient, leather-bound book-like object.

This item emitted lines of blood light in the air, devouring the fifty to sixty thousand Witch Tribe corpses lying on the battlefield.

Jiufeng was astonished, exclaiming, "Is this the Sorcery Book?"

There were three and a half extraordinary books in this world: the Celestial Book "Investiture of the Gods," the Earthly Book "Mountains and Rivers Map," the Human Book "The Book of Life and Death."

The last half was this Sorcery Book, "Seven-Arrow Book with Nail Head."

Within this book, contained the Blood Spirit of the Witch Tribe.

The Witch Tribe did not respect the Heavenly Dao, and naturally had no Divine Sea.

They did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit nor enter reincarnation.

Upon death, their blood spirits would drift in the human realm.

Either dispersed by the energy of the heavens and earth or eradicated by cultivators during their evil deeds, or refined into blood spirit puppets.

When Hou Tu Ancestral Witch integrated with the Six Paths of Reincarnation, considering the Witch Tribe, compassion arose, she turned her own body into this Sorcery Book.

Anyone who recites the scriptures of this book during their lifetime and dies will have their spiritual consciousness enter the book, to reincarnate through the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Later, this book fell into the hands of Daoist Lu Ya, causing vast karma during divine enthronement.

Lu Ya did not understand the mystical uses of this book; he only knew it communicated with the netherworld. Using this book as a tool for defiance, he refined Seven-Arrow Nail-Head with Hou Yi Divine Sword, inciting the blood spirits of the Witch Tribe to kill.

Originally a book of creation, it became a method for sorcery and murder.

With one drink and one peck, this book’s return to Mystic Darkness’s hand was driven by karma.

Anyone from the Witch Tribe had recited spells from this book during sacrificial ceremonies in life.

No one expected that this legendary book truly existed in the human realm.

Only a Witch Ancestor could wield this book.

Everyone once again bowed to Mystic Darkness, not daring to doubt.

Even Jiufeng’s face was flooded with tears, never expecting to see her kin after several kalpas had passed.

After the Sorcery Book had consumed the Witch Tribe corpses on the battlefield, Mystic Darkness retrieved it and called to Jiufeng, "Sister Feng, come here."

Jiufeng, tear-stained, immediately ran up to Mystic Darkness.

She stood before Mystic Darkness, crying like a pear blossom in rain, completely missing the decisive aura earlier, rather like a younger sister, reaching out and holding Mystic Darkness while lamenting, "Big brother, I missed you so much. I didn’t expect to have the chance to see you again in this life."

Mystic Darkness wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, telling her, "The days without big brother have been hard for you. You still have a calamity unfulfilled; take this Sorcery Book of the Witch Tribe to protect yourself. Once your killing calamity is complete, we siblings will reunite."

Jiufeng was puzzled, "Big brother wants me to continue following Xingtian?"

"Heaven’s secrets cannot be divulged, follow your heart!"

Mystic Darkness did not reveal more, gently patting her head, then disappearing before Jiufeng.

Jiufeng hurriedly called out, reaching, "Big brother, don’t go!"

But Mystic Darkness had vanished, with no trace remaining.

Holding the Seven-Arrow Book with Nail Head, Jiufeng could not help but cry bitterly in heartache again.

She didn’t understand the meaning of Mystic Darkness’s words, unsure whether to continue following Xingtian, or stay in Mystic Darkness Country.

Under the leadership of the King, the Mystic Darkness Clan’s Imperial Family knelt before her in unison, "Clan members greet Feng Zu!"

Jiufeng rose to look at them, her face recollecting the previous coldness, finally choosing to fight alongside Xingtian.

These Witch Tribe members were no longer the tribe she once knew.

Staying here held no meaning for her.