The instant Chiyu fell, Cihang suddenly sensed that one of his calamities had already dissipated.
Even the oppression weighing on his heart instantly eased.
Though this calamity had been perilous, overcoming it had also dispelled more than half of his Calamity Qi.
Joy immediately rose in Cihang's heart. He could feel his fortune gradually recovering.
Though it had not fully recovered, he would no longer so easily encounter a nearly unsolvable calamity like this.
Had he not borrowed the Witch Race's strength this time, he likely would have perished to the calamity.
Yet as he looked at Chiyu's corpse, Cihang could not help but feel emotional.
It was not that he pitied Chiyu, but that he yearned for strength.
So what if one was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal? Before a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, one still could not escape the fate of an ant.
Chiyu, who had driven him into a desperate situation not long ago, had now completely perished, body and soul.
Only moments had passed from Jiu Feng's appearance to Chiyu's death.
Clearly, Jiu Feng was no ordinary Grand Unity cultivator. Even among Grand Unity Golden Immortals, she stood at the very peak.
"This humble independent cultivator of the South Sea, Cihang, greets Great Witch Jiu Feng. Thank you, Great Witch, for saving my life."
Cihang stepped forward solemnly and offered his thanks.
"There is no need for this. This is the Witch Race's territory; the Demon Race cannot be allowed to run wild here.
I did not act for your sake, but to uphold the dignity of the Witch Race!
Still, you deliberately lured him into Witch Race territory, did you not?"
Jiu Feng changed the subject and began sizing Cihang up with interest.
In her eyes, Cihang's cultivation was not high, but both his combat strength and his temperament and perseverance were commendable.
Though she did not care about a mere Grand Unity Golden Immortal, the fact that Cihang had endured Chiyu's pursuit for so long showed that he was no ordinary person.
And that Innate Spiritual Treasure showed that he possessed no small measure of fortune and blessings.
"I hope Great Witch will forgive me. This matter was indeed caused by Cihang, and I have brought such trouble upon the Witch Race."
Cihang hurriedly apologized and admitted his mistake. He did not try to be clever or play schemes.
Though the Witch Race did not cultivate primordial spirits, that did not mean they lacked great wisdom.
How could the Witch Race, which occupied half of the primordial world despite having no primordial spirits, all be reckless brutes who only knew how to fight?
This truly was his fault. No one would be pleased at being used.
"You are quite frank."
Seeing Cihang's sincere attitude, Jiu Feng did not truly blame him.
In her eyes, Chiyu had been an insignificant existence, someone she could destroy with a casual gesture.
"Thank you for your understanding, Great Witch."
Cihang bowed in sincere thanks once more.
"By the way, how exactly did you provoke a Grand Unity Golden Immortal?
Was it because of this Innate Spiritual Treasure?"
As Jiu Feng spoke, her gaze fell upon the Glazed Pure Vase.
Though the Witch Race did not cultivate primordial spirits, Jiu Feng could still tell that this spiritual treasure was extraordinary.
"This time, Cihang truly suffered an undeserved disaster. I merely refused recruitment from Chiyu's Demon Race lineage, and that immediately brought about this endless trouble!"
Cihang could not help but reveal a bitter smile.
Though this calamity had arisen because his fortune had suffered backlash, the Demon Race's tyranny and persistence were also real.
"So that is how it is. What a Demon Race—truly arrogant and overbearing.
They have merely established the Heavenly Court, yet they already think themselves the rulers of the primordial world!"
Upon hearing this, murderous intent appeared on Jiu Feng's face.
It was not that she felt indignant on Cihang's behalf, but that she was angered by the Demon Race's tyranny and ambition.
This primordial world had been opened by Father God Pangu. It should rightfully belong to the Witch Race; it was not for those two Golden Crows to decide.
"Now that Chiyu is dead, the threat to you has been removed.
But to prevent other demons from continuing to target you, you should remain in the Witch Race and cultivate for a time!
Though the Demon Race is overbearing, they would not dare cause trouble within the Witch Race!"
Perhaps because they shared a common enemy, Jiu Feng was willing to offer Cihang some protection.
"Thank you, Great Witch. Then Cihang will trouble you for a while.
However, Chiyu previously claimed to be a descendant of the Demon God Bi Fang. Great Witch must still remain vigilant.
After all, Bi Fang is a Great Luo Demon God!"
Cihang did not refuse Jiu Feng's goodwill. He truly wished to remain among the Witch Race for a time.
At the same time, he reminded Jiu Feng that, in his memories of the future, Bi Fang would be one of the future Ten Great Demon Saints.
"Do not worry. Bi Fang is merely at the Grand Unity realm. I am rather looking forward to him coming for revenge—I only fear he will not dare."
Jiu Feng could not help but reveal an expectant expression.
"It is good that Great Witch is prepared. Cihang was overthinking it!"
Cihang also felt that his concern had been unnecessary. Bi Fang was not weak, but neither was Jiu Feng simple.
Rather than worrying about Jiu Feng, he would be better off worrying about himself.
"You meant well. I see that you have also suffered serious injuries this time. Quickly find a spiritual vein and recover, lest you leave behind irreparable hidden wounds!
If anything arises, you may find me at the center of the tribe!"
Seeing Cihang's disheveled state, Jiu Feng had no intention of continuing their conversation.
"Thank you, Great Witch!"
After seeing Jiu Feng off, Cihang began searching the mountain range for a place to enter seclusion and recover.
After the Demon Race was established, the Twelve Ancestor Witches combined their own essence blood with the Pangu Blood Pool to create hundreds of millions of clansmen, thus founding the Witch Race.
Though the Witch Race had not yet spread throughout the primordial world, it had already divided into separate tribes.
As a Great Witch, Jiu Feng led a group of clansmen and occupied a mountain range not far from Buzhou Mountain.
Cihang soon found a spiritual peak in the mountain range, where he opened a cave dwelling and set up an array.
Only after everything was finished did Cihang finally let out a complete sigh of relief.
At the same time, the injuries he had been suppressing fully surfaced, and his face grew increasingly pale.
Though his fortune had begun recovering, Cihang had no intention of leaving the Witch Race so soon.
Ever since awakening his memories of the future, he had almost always carried injuries and had constantly been at the mercy of others.
He truly did not wish to experience that feeling of being unable to control his own life again.
Yet these successive experiences and battles had not been without benefit. The bottleneck between the Mysterious Immortal and Golden Immortal realms had already loosened.
They had also made him recognize many of his own shortcomings.
What he cultivated was the innate inheritance from his memories. Though innate inheritances were profound, they were still too crude and lacked means to deal with enemies.
During his earlier battle with Chiyu, though the disparity in cultivation had been a factor, it could not be denied that he lacked powerful Divine Abilities and Daoist Magic and could only rely on spiritual treasures to fight.
He needed to quickly refine his cultivation inheritance and use this opportunity to break through into the Golden Immortal realm.
Though a Golden Immortal still could not be considered powerful, in the primordial world of this era, it would grant him the initial strength to establish a foothold.
But all of that would have to wait until his injuries recovered. He wanted to break through to the Golden Immortal realm in his best condition.
Taking out a drop of Three Lights Divine Water, Cihang immediately closed his eyes and began restoring his injuries and magical power.
The dense power of Creation and Vitality flowed into Cihang's body, beginning to repair his nearly severed meridians and nourish his almost-dried-up origin.
At the same time, a somewhat withered and dim lotus manifested, enveloping Cihang's entire body.
Cihang's consciousness gradually sank into silence as he began a deep restoration of his origin.
In order to withstand Chiyu this time, Cihang had repeatedly drained his origin. His body was now riddled with wounds.
Had he not possessed Three Lights Divine Water, Cihang would not have been confident in recovering those hidden injuries buried deep within his origin.
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