Chapter 112: The Witch Tribe's Prosperity

  The northernmost part of the Grand Luo Immortal Realm, where the spiritual energy is thin and almost non-existent. The cold wind cuts to the bone, and the ice and snow have not melted for thousands of years. There are no plants or trees that can grow here, and living creatures are extremely rare.

  In the extremely cold and harsh land, spiritual energy is thin, and other cultivators are almost unwilling to set foot. Cultivators may not fear the severe cold or ice and snow, but without spiritual energy, it's like cutting off their cultivation path, who would still want to go to such a place? This is also one of the reasons why the 12th Ancestor Witch chose this place.

  The Zu Wu is born with a strong physical body, but does not cultivate the yuan Shen. Fundamentally, it cannot rely on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to aid its own cultivation progress, but rather relies on excavating human potential, through regulating the pre-heavenly Qi, to achieve the purpose of tempering oneself and training one's tendons and bones.

  This bitter and cold environment is the best whetstone.

  Vampire Vine, however, was not affected by this harsh environment. After being infused with the ancestral witch's blood, it grew like crazy, deeply rooting itself in the depths of the Daluo Immortal Realm's earth veins.

  Vampire Vine is an alien entity between heaven and earth, born unable to transform, yet possessing a mysterious property - the ability to devour. Wherever it passes, all things wither away, their essence and spiritual energy being devoured. The originally barren and cold northern lands have become even more desolate.

  This vampire vine is constantly spreading in the crust of Daluo Xianjing, seeking the essence of living spirits.

  Deep within the Ancestral Witch's Temple, several large cocoons were entwined by blood-sucking vines, where intense life fluctuations occurred, as if ferocious beasts from the Desolate Era were trapped inside, with a possibility of bursting out at any moment.

  The Fire God Zhurong cherished the lives in these large cocoons, and even spared no effort to help them grow with his own essence. Facing one of them, he constantly spat out the vital energy from his body, and that vital energy was instantly absorbed by the life within.

  The Fire God Zhurong was excitedly shouting and yelling at these giant life cocoons.

  The water god Gonggong also took one of the life cocoons as his own continuation, putting his own insights along with his essence into it, and each insight formed a symbol printed on it.

  Others would not be so thick-skinned, putting their own essence and intuition into the symbol, infusing it with the blood of their ancestors and their own intuition, giving birth to a tribe of witches nurtured by the ancestral witch's blood and intuition.

  It can be foreseen that these few newly-born witches, although not having the innate divine power bestowed by heaven and earth on their ancestors, which controlled the elements of heaven and earth, traversed space at will, and manipulated time, would not be much weaker either.

  Time was accumulating bit by bit, and the cocoon of the vampire vine suddenly burst open. A giant witch jumped out from within, a fierce battle intent swirling above her head. The battle intent transformed into a storm, sweeping upwards. Xing Tian was born as the god of war, born with a divine power that could not be matched by ten thousand men.

  The great shaman walked into the ancestral temple, selected a bronze battle axe with rust spots on it, its blade gleaming with cold light, and a bronze shield with mysterious patterns on it, exceptionally solid.

  It was as if this energy stirred, and the other four cocoons cracked open with a loud crackling sound, and four large witches jumped out.

  Hou Yi, Kuafu, Xiang Liu and Jiufeng appeared in succession.

  Xing Tian and Hou Yi followed the Twelve Ancestors every day to refine their muscles and bones, cultivate their spiritual powers, and stay away from the hustle and bustle of the Desolate Expanse.

  The entire fairy realm seemed to be shrouded in a tense atmosphere once again, the calm surface of the water was about to be stirred into ripples at any moment.

  The primordial spirits of the universe gradually discovered that the figure of Di Jun, Tai Yi was becoming an imprint in the lives of the immortal spirits, a tyrannical figure who would either be obeyed or destroyed.

  That's why Taiyi is powerful in itself, and the ten great demon kings are all super strong warriors. Most of the immortal creatures chose to surrender, they didn't want to see the struggle either. This hard-won peace was not easy to come by, it was really not easy at all. It was a lesson learned from countless lives and bloodshed of the Primordial Chaos, so tragic, so sad.

  The Chaotic Bell makes the strong of heaven and earth tremble with fear. This is indeed a pre-heavenly treasure that can tear apart the chaos.

  The Immortal Realm is vast and boundless, with countless living beings. To subdue them all would be no easy feat. Although for now it's only a part of it, but as long as one has the heart, integrating the entire Immortal Realm, gathering all the living beings of the Immortal Realm, or even dominating the Immortal Realm, won't be too far-fetched.

  The northern part of the Xianjing where the Wu tribe lived, the Wu tribe's spirits began to multiply, although not many, but also over a hundred. This later gave birth to the Wu tribe's spirits, although they did not have the grandeur of the Da Wu, but were not simple either.

  Born with a strong physique, capable of lifting thousands of kilograms, hands can tear tigers apart, and strength can break through gold.

  However, the witch tribe can reproduce through its own essence and blood, but this northern part of the immortal realm can be called a barren land, and the heavenly energy that can be provided is still too little, limiting the development of the witch tribe.

  Jiufeng gazed at Houyi, who was filled with worry and unease, and asked in puzzlement: "Houyi, you are the most intelligent person among our Wu tribe, what is it that still puzzles you?"

  Hou Yi scratched his head and said: "Dafeng, have you heard that Emperor Jun and Taiyi want to recover the Xianjiang Wanzu, their ambition is not small."

  "Let them do their thing, it's none of our business," said Jiufeng, looking up at him.

  Hou Yi said: "Are you willing to surrender to them?"

  "With a loud shout, he said: 'We Wu tribe don't worship heaven or earth, we only respect the great god Pangu, who does Emperor Jun think he is?'"

  Hou Yi worriedly said: "But have you thought about it, if the entire immortal realm is conquered by them, will there still be a place for our Wu tribe to stand?"

  "Jiufeng Dao: 'He dares, I'll swallow them all in one mouth.'"

  Hou Yi said, "As for you, Emperor Jun and Taiyi are on the same level as Wu Zu, with ten great demon kings and four great fierce beasts under their command. Each of them can make our opponents submit, and they have thousands of demons at their disposal. I know about your ability to devour heaven and earth, but how many can you devour?"

  "Wow, they're so formidable, what should we do?"

  Hou Yi sighed and said: "Although our Wu tribe is born with divine powers that are unmatched, there are too few of us, too few."

  Jiufeng sighed and said: "What can we do, the Life Spirit Vine only gives birth to a witch tribe every hundred years, it's already good that there are so many."

  "Hou Yi shook his head and said: 'Not enough, not enough!'"

  Hou Yi wandered back and forth in Pangu Hall, hesitating and indecisive.

  At this time, a voice came from Pangu Hall, and Hou Tu asked with concern: "Hou Yi, what's the matter?"

  Houtu pushed the door and entered, first to the altar in Pangu's great hall to worship, where a statue of Pangu was enshrined, emitting an unusual aura, with an ancient and desolate atmosphere.

  Hou Yi bowed in the Temple of Pangu and said: "The Ancestors are above, Hou Yi pays his respects."

  Zhu Rong Dao said: "You don't cultivate properly, what are you doing here?"

  Xuan Ming Dao said: "Zhurong big brother, why are you still in this mood? Won't Hou Yi disturb your cultivation later?"

  Hou Yi briefly described his concerns and said his plan, and the Pangu Hall immediately fell into silence.

  "Hou Tu said calmly: 'Isn't a peaceful life good enough? Why stir up trouble.'"

  Gonggong said: "I think in the northern barbarous and desolate land, Emperor Jun will not want to intervene."

  The twelve ancestors suddenly fell into an argument, and their opinions were almost impossible to unify.

  "We want to be calm, but the other side won't let us, we'll always get dragged into the struggle, it's better to make plans ahead of time."

  Jiuyin nodded and said, "Big brother is right, we can't just passively suffer, I think our witch tribe was born to respond to heaven and earth, when did it become Emperor Jun's turn to suppress us?"

  "Go ahead and do as you think, Hou Yi," Emperor Jiang said calmly.

  Hou Yi led ten witches and a section of vampire vine stem towards the central part of the immortal realm.

  One of the witches asked: "Tribal leader, we want to form a tribe. I think there should be a tribal name."

  Hou Yi stopped and sighed, saying: "Feng Xiong, didn't I say that we would be called Hou Tu Shi? Our ancestor's reputation has spread throughout the immortal realm."

  Hou Yi felt a fierce killing intent at this time, and saw a dark cloud on the horizon. The cloud was floating aimlessly, as if it was about to press down and cover the sky. Hou Yi suddenly raised his head and shot two cold lights towards the cloud, which immediately became flustered and lost its composure.

  "What's wrong?"

  Hou Yi said, "Nothing, let's continue walking and rest in that mountain forest ahead." As he spoke, a powerful aura burst forth, like a rainbow, directly charging towards the low-lying mountain forest.

  The creatures in the mountain forest suddenly felt a sense of astonishment and fear rising from the bottom of their hearts.

  One of the Taoist priests with a gloomy face and a sinister look was even more shocked, it turned out that the few people from earlier actually had such high cultivation, and he had thought of sneaking up on them.

  The dark and sinister Taoist priest said to a bear-like demon cultivator, "Brother Black Bear, those people are obviously here for us. Why else would they be putting pressure on us?"

  "That black bear said: 'Master Qingying, you're worrying too much. I think they're just warning us, if we don't provoke them, it'll be fine.'"

  At this time, a little demon reported: "The...the great king is in trouble, those dozen or so people have come to attack."

  Hei Xiong Dao said: "You're deceiving people too much, let's send out our troops and capture them, just in time to stew the meat in a pot."

  Hou Yi and the others had not yet arrived at the mountain forest, when they saw a group of little demons rushing down from the mountain forest, suddenly startled. These little demons had clearly been warned before, but still dared to come and deliver themselves to death.

  "Give me a shot."

  Dozens of Wu tribes suddenly felt their blood boiling, and the good war factor in their bodies was instantly activated. One by one, they roared forward to the small monsters rushing towards them like a flood.

  These little monsters were not highly cultivated, but there were many of them. The entire mountain forest was suddenly shrouded in a vast amount of demonic energy. However, these little monsters began to retreat.

  It was only then that they discovered they were facing a group of monsters, impervious to swords and guns, with a pair of fists that could shatter the weapons they had spent decades cultivating.

  Those arms were as firm as rocks, and with a light twist, they tore their own kind into pieces. The fresh blood flowed onto the bodies of those monsters, and was absorbed by their flesh, turning into symbols.

  The black bear monster, which was opposing the wind bear, retreated step by step, seemingly without any desire to fight, only wanting to escape. The wind bear let out a loud roar and the head of the black bear monster in front of it was smashed into a pulp, its entire body's vital energy dispersing instantly. Then, Hou Yi stretched out his hand and threw out the vampire vine, which extended its tendrils and pierced the black bear monster's body, absorbing all of its vital blood.