Chapter 140: The Young Warrior Holds the Line (Please Subscribe!)

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The Qingqiu Fox?

Upon hearing Shebishi’s words, the expressions of the ancestral witches varied—some filled with regret, others with nostalgia, and some remained emotionless.

After all, not every ancestral witch had a connection with them.

“I recall that the Qingqiu Fox clan seems to have been extinct for quite some time, hasn’t it?”

Zhujuyin’s slightly deep voice broke the solemn atmosphere, somewhat untimely.

His eyes flickered faintly, as if glimpsing something, and he nodded slightly:

“It seems my memory serves me right. The Qingqiu Fox clan has perished for many cycles now.”

“The term ‘perished’ is inappropriate; it would be more accurate to say ‘exiled,’”

Shebishi withdrew his thoughts, a strange emotion lacing his tone:

“The reason the Qingqiu Fox clan speaks of their homeland is because I myself emerged from it.”

Noticing the other ancestral witches all turning towards him, he shyly scratched his head and sat down amidst the chaos:

Speaking of homeland inevitably brings forth the tale of their birth.

Such tales mingle three parts innocence with seven parts mostly ignoble deeds.

“My birthplace is called the Great Wilderness, which, by today’s geography, lies between the Eastern Victory Divine Continent and the Northern Julu Continent.

The Qingqiu Fox is a native species born of the land of Qingqiu, especially adept in illusions.

Back then, to get a good night’s sleep, I often caught Qingqiu Foxes to pull me into their illusions for a deep rest...”

He paused, looking up at his elder brothers and sisters, seeing no change in their expressions, and sighed softly:

“With me sleeping and eating all the time, my strength gradually increased.

One day I devoured a strange beast and felt uncomfortably full. When I sought the foxes to pull me into a dream, they said Qingqiu was about to be submerged or something, so I paid it no mind.

When I awoke again, I saw you all.”

Upon hearing this, Jiumang seemed to recall something, his lips twitching slightly:

“So it was your long slumber that transformed you almost into a mountain range, your witch aura uncontrollable, and I was the one who woke you?”

Shebishi nodded naturally, his tone filled with agreement:

“Indeed, indeed, it was Brother Er’s aura that made me feel better.”

The other ancestral witches turned their gazes towards Jiumang.

Seeing this, he glared at Shebishi, who sheepishly smiled and lowered his head, sighing:

“You all know my authority—the vigor and wood. Because of this, countless creatures in the Great Wilderness perished when Shebishi was asleep, as the powers of death and poison spread from him.

Cleaning up that mess was truly a waste of effort.”

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So that was the story...

The various witch clans naturally knew of these events. Back then, Jiumang sacrificed a wing to redeem and awaken Shebishi, bringing life back to the desolate Great Wilderness.

“By the way, at that time, eldest brother Dijian lived on the Tianshan Mountains outside Qingqiu. He must know something.”

Shebishi’s voice interrupted their thoughts, then he continued:

“But I still cannot understand why the Qingqiu Foxes helped the demon clans, morphing into the figure of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi to bring us here.”

Damn it!

At that moment, a bell tolled from a faraway place. The six other ancestral witches suddenly recalled something, their expressions changing slightly as they spoke in unison:

“Eldest brother!”

Without hesitation, a dense aura of turbid energy surged around them as they fled towards the direction they came from.

Eldest brother?

Shebishi was puzzled but rose and spread his wings to follow.

As pairs of bony wings fluttered, an endless aura of death emerged, dimming even the surrounding stars.

...

Clang—

Another bell tolled within the chaos, shattering earth, fire, wind, and water as it passed. Wherever it went, there seemed to be but one end: annihilation.

At this moment, Dijian, the chief ancestral witch, glowed faintly with his four pairs of wings, emitting an indescribable light.

His wings fluttered slightly as the bell’s sound seemed to encounter resistance, piercing through and continuing far into destruction.

“If your witch clans are willing to unite with my demon clans, who in this primordial wilderness could stand against us?”

Emperor Jun looked at Dijian’s figure with a voice full of both admiration and regret:

“Truly, what a pity.”

“Hmph, you became the emperor of the demons not because you were born to be so.”

Dijian, the ancestral witch, discerned the meaning behind Emperor Jun’s words, staring coldly at Eastern Emperor Taiyi:

“Perhaps only Eastern Emperor Taiyi understands my true intentions?”

Since Eastern Emperor Taiyi revealed himself, he had never uttered a word.

Upon hearing Dijian’s words, he paused in handling the Pangu Bell, then his entire body was engulfed in the utmost burning flames of the Golden Crow. A gigantic Golden Crow Dharma form appeared alongside him.

With a swift wrist flick, he struck down suddenly, his force stronger than any previous blow:

“My demon clans and your witch clans will never unite!”

This time, Eastern Emperor Taiyi’s target was not Dijian, but the fire witch clan’s Zhu Rong.

Compared to the cunning Dijian and the most powerful ancestral witch Xuan Ming guarding the center, he preferred to strike Zhu Rong.

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Because Zhu Rong’s method was to wield fire.

According to the witch clans’ so-called authority doctrine, a three-legged Golden Crow like himself, whose attribute is fire, was governed by the powers Zhu Rong held!

This was intolerable. If possible, he intended to make Zhu Rong suffer.

Not good!

Feeling the incoming attack, Zhu Rong’s expression grew serious. He summoned the fiery god’s mace, condensing flames into layers of massive shields enveloping him.

Dijian also used his spatial authority to help deflect the attack, but his strength was insufficient, only managing to block part of it.

Boom—

A tremendous roar echoed as the layers of flame began to dissipate, revealing Zhu Rong’s figure, looking somewhat displeased.

Though this strike did not injure him, it was quite uncomfortable.

“In that case, let’s settle this properly!”

Eastern Emperor Taiyi shook the Pangu Bell in his hand. Stars rained down within the chaos, gradually linking together, containing considerable stellar power.

These stars connected, their light flickering, stabilizing the surroundings. Using the Pangu Bell as the center, they formed a great stellar formation nexus.

A Stellar Array!

Seeing this, Dijian’s expression turned grave. He uttered a low growl as the wings behind him trembled lightly:

“This place is no longer suitable to stay.”

At that moment, amid the boundless turbid energy, several ancestral witches rode the murky aura, howling as they charged, causing the great formation to tremble, and stood beside Dijian.

Shebishi lagged behind, unlike the others. His state was neither truly alive nor truly dead.

Consequently, his mind was a little foggy.

Seeing the scene, anger surged within him. He transformed into his ancestral witch form, opening his corpse-infused hands to strike down:

“How dare you deceive me!”

The battle was on the verge of erupting, yet in the blink of an eye, none of them made a move.

With the cry of a celestial crane, two children riding cranes arrived, holding a piece of silk cloth.

“Do not strike!”

The eyes of the gathered powerful beings shifted in that direction.