Passing by the Witch Clan Tribe, the Twelve Ancestral Witches Stone Statues' Anomaly!

With his mind made up, Yang Chen wasted no more time.

He took one step out of his cave dwelling, and his figure was already on the peak of Kunlun Mountain.

The mountain wind was biting, blowing against his robes, but it couldn't disperse the almost tangible heat radiating from him.

The Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood within him surged and roared.

Every inch of his bones, every drop of his blood, was filled with a raw, untamed power that sought an outlet, a desire to tear, destroy, and conquer.

The exhilaration this power brought was a hundred times more real than sitting idly in his cave, absorbing the bland, watery innate spiritual energy.

He needed a hunt.

A hunt worthy of his current status and strength.

The Witch Clan.

The name echoed in his mind, making his blood flow even faster.

Yang Chen had no intention of concealing his presence.

What he wanted was a straightforward "visit."

The next moment, he shot up into the sky, transforming into a golden stream of light. Instead of tearing through space, he moved in an extremely ostentatious manner, heading directly towards the center of the Primordial World, towards Buzhou Divine Mountain, the mountain that propped up the heavens and earth.

The Bloodline Power around him was no longer restrained.

His physical body, infused with the Ancestral Dragon Origin, was terrifyingly potent.

Wherever he passed, the void distorted due to his immense Bloodline Power, sending waves of heat into the air.

He was like a mobile Primordial furnace, parading across the skies of the Primordial World, announcing his arrival to all the powerful beings in this realm.

This was a blatant provocation.

Soon, the surrounding scenery began to change dramatically.

The spiritual beauty of the immortal mountains gradually faded, replaced by an endless desolation and wildness.

The earth turned crimson, the mountains were majestic and rugged, and the air was filled with a unique scent mixed with earth, blood, and sweat.

This was the territory of the Witch Clan.

Tribes, each one unimaginably vast like colossal beasts, sprawled across the boundless land.

The tribes were constructed from enormous stones and beast bones, their style extremely crude, yet exuding a world-shattering magnificence.

Countless figures, frighteningly robust, moved within the tribes.

They were bare-chested, their muscles coiled, their skin etched with various mystical totems. Each of them contained explosive power within.

They were training, hunting, tempering their physical bodies in the most primitive ways.

Roars shook the heavens, and the clash of weapons was incessant, converging into a symphony of iron and blood, of war.

When Yang Chen's unrestrained Bloodline Power, as scorching as the sun, descended upon the airspace above this region.

In an instant.

All sounds ceased abruptly.

The practicing Witch People stopped their movements, the hunting parties halted, and even the children playing and laughing in the tribes fell silent.

Tens of thousands of eyes, in unison, cast their gaze upwards from the land below.

Those eyes held no fear.

There was vigilance.

Curiosity.

And deeper still, a predatory scrutiny and fighting spirit, like a wild beast discovering its own kind, or perhaps prey!

On the Witch Clan's territory, there were only two possibilities for a being who dared to unleash their Bloodline Power so recklessly.

Either it was a top-tier Great Witch of their own clan returning from their travels.

Or it was a deadly enemy coming to pick a fight!

Yang Chen hovered in mid-air, looking down at the faces filled with primal power below, feeling the gazes that threatened to tear him apart. The curve of his lips became more playful.

Good.

This was the feeling he wanted.

Compared to the scheming and plotting with Phoenix Ancestor and First Qilin, this simple and direct atmosphere made every cell in his body feel joyous.

He was just about to pick the strongest-looking tribe to "ask for directions."

Just then.

Rumble--

Directly in front of him, in the center of the most magnificent and colossal tribe, almost comparable to a giant city, violent tremors suddenly erupted.

The ground cracked open, and dust billowed into the sky!

On the vast plaza in the center of the tribe, twelve colossal stone statues, tens of thousands of feet tall and carved from an unknown divine stone, suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling blood-red light!

The light, thick like real blood, surged into the sky, dyeing the heavens for tens of thousands of miles a bloody hue!

These twelve stone statues, each with a different form, some with human faces and bird bodies, others with human faces and snake bodies, some with bone spurs, others wielding wind and thunder... each exuded an supreme majesty, as if they ruled heaven and earth and controlled laws.

They were the totems the Witch Clan relied on to suppress their clan's fortune and their spiritual faith.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches Stone Statues!

At this moment, these twelve stone statues, which had been silent for countless Aeons, seemed to awaken from their eternal slumber at the same time!

Hummm--

A muffled hum, so profound it could shake the Divine Soul, exploded from within the twelve stone statues simultaneously!

This was not a sound, but a resonance of will, an awakening of the most ancient imprint deep within the Bloodline!

The twelve stone eyes, originally dim and covered in the dust of ages, suddenly lit up!

No, they weren't lighting up.

They were burning!

Within the stone eye sockets, two balls of pure blood-colored divine light ignited. There was no reason, no emotion, only the most primitive, purest vastness, ancientness, and an endless fighting spirit that boiled enough to incinerate the nine heavens!

They were no longer inanimate objects.

They were twelve Primordial Era gods and demons, crossing the barriers of time and space, projecting their will here and descending upon the world!

Twelve gazes, twelve streams of bloody will, ignored the distance of space, tore through the barriers of laws, and all together, fixedly, locked onto Yang Chen, who was suspended in mid-air.

A terrifying pressure, indescribable in words, emanated from the twelve stone statues.

This pressure did not target the Divine Soul, nor did it oppress magical power.

It only targeted the physical body!

It only targeted the Bloodline!

It was ancient, brutal, and unreasonable, the condensation of all killing intent from the entire Primordial Era gods and demons battlefield, the residual overwhelming fighting spirit of Pangu Father God after he created heaven and earth!

It descended with a roar!

The very space Yang Chen occupied was instantly emptied of air, light warped, and all laws retreated before this pure will.

He was completely sealed, firmly locked!

This pressure, if applied to any Grand Unity Golden Immortal, their physical bodies would be crushed into the most primitive particles in a fraction of a blink, their True Spirits unable to escape.

However, Yang Chen merely raised an eyebrow.

The Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood within him, stimulated by this pressure, did not cower. Instead, it let out a high-pitched Dragon's Roar, boiling even more fiercely!

A similarly overbearing and brutal Primordial Era ferocity surged from within him, clashing head-on with the twelve wills!

And below, in the tribe, countless members of the Witch Clan, upon witnessing such a world-shattering phenomenon, first fell into a deathly silence.

Time stretched in that moment.

On every Witch Person's face, extreme shock and bewilderment were frozen.

A Witch Person who had just been exercising his arm strength with a giant stone, his arm frozen mid-air, the heavy stone slipping from his grasp and smashing onto the ground with a dull thud, yet he was oblivious.

A witch who was dividing prey with a beast-tooth dagger, her eyes wide open, the tip of the dagger mere millimeters from her palm, yet she paid it no mind.

Their minds could no longer process this scene, which overturned their cognition of billions of years.

The Ancestral Witch Stone Statues were the source of their faith, the totem of their spirit, the extension of Father God's will.

Since the establishment of the tribe, they had stood here, silent and eternal.

Except during the grand sacrificial ceremony, when the Twelve Ancestral Witches themselves appeared, perhaps causing a faint glow, they had never reacted so violently!

Never!

But in the next second.

This deathly silence was completely shattered by a heart-rending roar filled with endless fervor!

"Ancestral Witch Stone Statues!"

A top Great Witch, whose aura was as powerful as a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, roared up at the sky. His bronze, sinewy muscles trembled violently with extreme excitement, and the veins under his skin bulged.

"It's the Ancestral Witch Stone Statues... manifesting!"

This cry was like a spark thrown into a calm oil pan!

Boom!

A mountain-shattering, tsunami-like roar of fervent cheers erupted from every corner of the tribe, from the depths of every Witch Person's throat!

"Heavens! It's Father God above!"

"It's the will of the Ancestral Witches descending!"

"This aura... this pressure... there's no mistake! Absolutely no mistake! It's the will of the Ancestral Witches calling!"

All vigilance vanished.

All hostility turned to nothing.

Those eyes, filled with primal wildness, underwent a world-shattering change in this instant.

Their gaze towards Yang Chen in mid-air was no longer one of scrutiny or provocation.

It was a fervor mixed with awe, ecstasy, and disbelief!

A look as if witnessing a miracle!

An outsider!

An outsider whose Bloodline Power was so potent it made them tremble!

He had actually resonated with the Twelve Ancestral Witches Stone Statues, which had been silent for countless Aeons!

What did this represent?

Did this still require thought!

"This outsider, he... he resonated with the Twelve Ancestral Witches Stone Statues!"

"He must have an immense connection with our Witch Clan!"