Chapter 40: The Great Witch Xingtian

That group of figures hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully saluted: "Greetings, Great One!"

They did not recognize the other party, but the powerful battle intent radiating from his entire body clearly marked him as a Great Witch.

Xingtian sank his face and demanded, "Which tribe are you from?"

The divine temple is the holy land of the entire Wu Clan; even they, as Great Witches, may not intrude into the valley without being summoned by an Ancestral Witch.

That these few Wu clansmen, who had only just entered the Golden Immortal realm, dared to come here made Xingtian very angry.

When he first received this news, he did not believe it in his heart, never imagining that someone would truly be so bold and reckless.

"Reporting to you, Great One, we are clansmen from the tribe under the jurisdiction of Ancestral Witch Houtu." One of the Wu clansmen among them stepped forward quickly and responded respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Xingtian immediately furrowed his brows, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Where is that big fool Kuafu?"

If there were truly a major matter in the tribe, a Great Witch would come to report it; why would it require a few Golden Immortal clansmen?

Xingtian was quite familiar with the several Great Witches of the Houtu Tribe; they had sparred with each other many times in the past.

Yet, after looking around, Xingtian did not see the burly figure of Kuafu.

Hearing the other party's words further confirmed his inner realization that the other party was indeed a Great Witch.

"Great One Kuafu has gone missing, along with many clansmen of the tribe... clansmen..." When he reached the end, the Wu clansman did not know how to continue speaking for a moment.

Of the many tribes under the jurisdiction of Ancestral Witch Houtu, all clansmen above the Golden Immortal realm had been snatched away, and even the Great Witches had lost all traces.

If he hadn't happened to be injured in the wilderness, he would likely be in grave danger right now.

Yet, regarding such matters, at this very moment, he himself still felt somewhat dazed.

"Missing?" Xingtian's expression darkened; he understood Kuafu's strength very well.

Having broken into the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm ten thousand years ago, his strength was second only to his own among the many Great Witches.

With the Purple Heaven Palace preaching, all Demon Race members above the Great Luo realm had gone to Chaos; how could there be powerful Demon Race members?

Glancing at the stuttering Wu clansman before him, Xingtian did not pay it much mind and continued, "Why bother the Ancestral Witch with such a small matter? I shall go and take care of it!"

Having said this, Xingtian raised his shield and axe, the battle intent in his eyes growing even more abundant.

The Law of War: to live by battle, and to stop only at death; it was a pity he had not yet encountered a decent opponent.

His cultivation was constant battle, breaking through within battle.

He had been bored to death lately, otherwise he wouldn't have run outside the divine temple to take a look.

Xingtian turned to leave, but saw those few Wu clansmen standing in place, with no intention of following.

Immediately, a look of anger appeared on his face, and he raised his giant axe. "Why aren't you leading the way!"

"Great One! Not only is Great One Kuafu gone, but Great One Houyi has also disappeared, and a group of clansmen above the Golden Immortal realm have all..." The Wu clansman was anxious and hurriedly said it all in one breath.

"What?" Before the words were even finished, he was rudely interrupted by Xingtian.

Xingtian tucked his shield and axe under his arm and hoisted the Wu clansman up: "Houyi has also disappeared? And what happened to the many clansmen above the Golden Immortal realm... speak quickly and in detail!"

Although the strength of Houyi and Kuafu was a little worse than his, they were not ordinary Great Witches, especially that Houyi, whose Space Law even he admired somewhat.

With both Great Witches missing, it was no wonder they hadn't come; this matter was indeed quite serious.

With the powerful battle intent rushing toward him, the Wu clansman's heart trembled, and he hurriedly recounted the situation of the tribe and the state of the many tribes along the way.

Finally, he lowered his head deeply, his expression extremely unsightly.

They belonged to the tribe of Ancestral Witch Houtu; now that all the powerhouses of the entire tribe had disappeared, it could be said that they had suffered a major blow to their vitality.

Slap! Before he had finished speaking, the Wu clansman was slapped to the ground by Xingtian.

"Absurd! Millions of clansmen have all disappeared; how could there be such a powerful Demon Race in the Great Desolation?" Xingtian was very angry.

If he hadn't sensed the Wu Clan aura on this fellow, he would have suspected whether the other party was transformed by the Demon Race.

With all the Great Witches gone and tens of millions of clansmen captured, Xingtian felt the other party was playing him for a fool.

Annoyed, he backhanded the Wu clansman who had crawled up with another slap. Although the Wu Clan were all a bunch of brutes, he, Xingtian, had a brain; they were looking down on him too much.

With the strength of a Great Witch, the Wu clansman was slapped directly into a daze on the ground, and the many Wu clansmen behind him hurriedly stepped forward, each opening their mouths to explain.

"Great One! Every word is true, we have no intention of deceiving you."

"Yes, that evil demon had yellow clouds rolling, and a whole group of clansmen all disappeared."

"That's right! Millions of people in the tribe, and in an instant, only half remained; there was simply no way to investigate."

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it themselves.

Since the Wu Clan walked out from the foot of Mount Buzhou, they had been unstoppable, and the Demon Race had fled at the mere sight of them; who would have thought such a strange thing would happen.

"Hmm?"

The few spoke so vividly that Xingtian, who was about to beat them all up, withdrew his fist.

The slightly dazed Wu clansman crawled up from the ground and said with a sorrowful voice: "Great One, if it were not true, how would we dare come to the divine temple to seek an audience with the Ancestral Witch!"

Looking at the few people pleading before him, Xingtian was suddenly somewhat hesitant.

What they said was not false, and he would certainly be of no use if he went.

But if it were fake, and the Ancestral Witch blamed him, he wouldn't escape a good beating.

After weighing it three times in his heart, Xingtian still made a decision. "You wait here; I will go to meet the Ancestral Witches."

Anyway, he had been bored lately; at worst, he would just spar with his own Ancestral Witch.

After all, if it were true, delaying for a while would surely mean many more clansmen would lose their lives.

"Many thanks, Great One! Many thanks, Great One!" Upon hearing this, the few all thanked him loudly.

Xingtian ignored them and strode toward the depths of the valley.

Yet, there was still a doubt in his heart: with so many clansmen perishing, why had the Ancestral Witches not discovered it?

The aura of the Father God rushing toward him made Xingtian straighten his body, his expression becoming solemn.

This was the birthplace of the Wu Clan, and also the most sacred place for the entire Wu Clan.

Amidst the shrouding mist, a magnificent building slowly revealed itself, its full appearance not entirely visible.

Massive boulders were piled together yet floated in the air, their surfaces carved with dense Dao Patterns, exuding an ancient and vast aura.

Xingtian put away his shield and axe, standing beneath the divine palace without making a sound.

Before long, a heavy voice drifted down from the divine palace floating above.

"Xingtian! What is the matter?"

Listening to the voice, it was his own Ancestral Witch, Gonggong.

Xingtian hurriedly cupped his hands and spoke respectfully: "Greetings, Ancestral Witch. There has been a change in the tribe of Ancestral Witch Houtu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xingtian saw the clouds above disperse, and a massive figure with a python head and human body loomed over him.

Gonggong's face was somber, his eyes filled with doubt. "Since it concerns the Houtu Tribe, why are Kuafu and Houyi not seen?"

He had only just visited the Houtu Tribe; it had been less than a thousand years, so what major event could have occurred?

The powerful aura rushing toward him caused Xingtian's body to tremble slightly.

"Kuafu and Houyi have both gone missing, seemingly by the hands of a Great Demon..."

Before Xingtian could finish his sentence, he felt his chest sink as a powerful force struck him, sending him flying backward.

From his slightly hunched posture, Xingtian caught sight of his own Ancestral Witch, whose face was full of rage.

Xingtian felt depressed; although he had anticipated this outcome, he had not expected it to come so quickly.

His own Ancestral Witch was as brutal and overbearing as ever! (End of chapter)