Calamity Fades, Fortune Rises, Witch Race Temporarily Resides

The moment Chiyu fell, Cihang suddenly felt a tribulation within himself dissipate.

Even the oppression in his heart instantly lightened.

Although this tribulation was dangerous, after overcoming it, it also reduced most of his tribulation karma.

A sense of joy immediately arose in Cihang's heart; he could feel his luck slowly recovering.

Although it hadn't fully recovered, he wouldn't easily encounter such an almost unsolvable tribulation again.

If he hadn't borrowed the power of the Witch Race this time, he would have likely perished.

But looking at Chiyu's corpse, Cihang couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

It wasn't regret for Chiyu, but a yearning for power.

Even a Taiyi Golden Immortal was still like an ant in the face of a Grand Unity.

Chiyu, who had previously pushed him to a desperate situation, had now completely vanished.

From Jiu Feng's appearance to Chiyu's death was only a moment.

Clearly, Jiu Feng was no ordinary Grand Unity cultivator; she was among the top-tier Grand Unity Golden Immortals.

"Cihang, a rogue cultivator from the South Sea, greets Grand Witch Jiu Feng. Thank you for saving my life."

Cihang solemnly stepped forward to pay his respects and thank her.

"There's no need for that. This is the territory of the Witch Race; we don't tolerate the Demon Race running rampant here.

I didn't act for you, but to uphold the dignity of my Witch Race!

However, you deliberately led him into our territory, didn't you!"

Jiu Feng's tone shifted, and she began to appraise Cihang with interest.

In her eyes, Cihang's cultivation wasn't high, but his combat power, mindset, and perseverance were excellent.

Although she didn't care about a mere Taiyi, Cihang's ability to persist for so long while being pursued by Chiyu showed his extraordinary nature.

And that Innate Spiritual Treasure indicated he possessed considerable luck and fortune.

"I hope the Grand Witch will forgive me. This matter did indeed originate with Cihang and has caused such trouble for the Witch Race."

Cihang quickly apologized and admitted his fault. He didn't try to be clever or play mind games.

Although the Witch Race didn't cultivate the primordial spirit, it didn't mean they lacked great wisdom.

How could the Witch Race, who occupied half of the Great Desolation without cultivating the primordial spirit, all be mere brutes who only knew how to fight?

This was indeed his fault; no one would be happy about being used.

"You are quite honest."

Seeing Cihang's sincere attitude, Jiu Feng didn't truly blame him.

Chiyu was merely an insignificant existence in her eyes, easily destroyed.

"Thank you, Grand Witch, for your understanding."

Cihang bowed sincerely once more.

"By the way, how exactly did you provoke a Taiyi?

Was it because of this Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

Jiu Feng said, her gaze falling upon the Glazed Pure Vase.

Although the Witch Race didn't cultivate the primordial spirit, Jiu Feng could tell that this Spiritual Treasure was extraordinary.

"Cihang's misfortune this time was truly undeserved. I merely refused the recruitment of that demon, Chiyu, and immediately attracted endless trouble!"

Cihang couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Although this tribulation was due to a backlash from his luck, the overbearing and troublesome nature of the Demon Race was also real.

"So that's how it is. What an arrogant and overbearing Demon Race.

They've only established the Heavenly Court, yet they truly consider themselves the rulers of the Great Desolation!"

Hearing this, Jiu Feng couldn't help but reveal a murderous aura.

She wasn't indignant on behalf of Cihang, but enraged by the Demon Race's arrogance and ambition.

This Great Desolation was opened by Father God Pangu and rightfully belonged to the Witch Race; it was not for those two Golden Crows to rule.

"Now that Chiyu is dead, your threat has been removed.

However, to prevent other demons from targeting you, you should remain within the Witch Race to cultivate for a period!

Although the Demon Race is overbearing, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble within the Witch Race!"

Perhaps due to a shared enemy, Jiu Feng was willing to offer Cihang some protection.

"Thank you, Grand Witch. Then Cihang will trouble you for some time.

However, Chiyu previously mentioned that he was a descendant of the Demon God Bifang. The Grand Witch must still be wary.

After all, that is a Grand Unity Demon God!"

Cihang didn't refuse Jiu Feng's kindness; he indeed wanted to stay with the Witch Race for a while.

He also reminded Jiu Feng that in future memories, Bifang was one of the future Ten Great Demon Saints.

"Don't worry, that Bifang is only at the Grand Unity realm. I'm actually looking forward to Bifang seeking revenge; I'm just afraid he won't dare to come."

Jiu Feng couldn't help but show an expectant look.

"It's good that the Great Witch is prepared. Cihang was just being overly cautious!"

Cihang also felt his worries were unnecessary. Bifang's strength was not weak, but how could Jiu Feng be simple?

Instead of worrying about Jiu Feng, he should worry about himself.

"You mean well too. I see you're quite injured this time. Go find a spiritual vein to recover quickly, lest you leave behind irreversible hidden injuries! If you need anything, you can find me at the center of the tribe!"

Seeing Cihang in a sorry state, Jiu Feng had no intention of continuing the idle chat immediately.

"Thank you, Great Witch!"

After seeing Jiu Feng off, Cihang began searching the mountain range for a place to go into seclusion and recover.

After the Demon Race was established, the Twelve Ancestor Witches combined their essence blood with Pangu's blood pool to create billions of people, thus founding the Witch Race.

Although the Witch Race had not yet scattered throughout the Great Desolation, they had already differentiated into their own tribes.

As a Great Witch, Jiu Feng independently led a group of tribespeople to occupy a mountain range not far from Buzhou Mountain.

Cihang quickly found a spiritual peak in the mountain range, opened a cave dwelling, and set up formations.

Only after everything was done did Cihang finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the injuries he had suppressed all manifested, making his complexion even paler.

Although his luck had begun to recover, Cihang had no intention of leaving the Witch Race so soon this time.

Ever since he awakened his future memories, he had been injured almost constantly and had been under the control of others.

He truly did not want to experience that feeling of not being able to control his own life again.

However, these continuous experiences and great battles were not without benefits. His bottleneck from Mysterious Immortal to Golden Immortal had already loosened.

It also made him realize many of his shortcomings.

He cultivated the Innate Inheritance from his memories. Although the Innate Inheritance was profound, it was still too crude and lacked methods for dealing with enemies.

In his previous battle against Chiyu, although there was the issue of cultivation level disparity, it could not be denied that he lacked powerful divine abilities and could only fight with spiritual treasures.

He needed to quickly perfect his cultivation technique inheritance and take this opportunity to break through to the Golden Immortal realm.

Although Golden Immortal was still not considered powerful, it provided the strength to establish a foothold in the Great Desolation at this time.

However, all of this would have to wait until his injuries recovered. He wanted to break through to Golden Immortal in one go with his best condition.

Taking out a drop of Three Lights Divine Water, Cihang immediately closed his eyes to recover his injuries and magical power.

The dense power of creation and vitality merged into Cihang's body, beginning to repair his almost broken meridians and nourish his almost dried-up origin.

At the same time, a somewhat withered and dim lotus flower manifested, enveloping Cihang entirely.

Cihang's consciousness gradually sank, beginning a deep-level recovery of his origin.

This time, to resist Chiyu, Cihang had repeatedly squeezed his origin dry. Now his body could be said to be riddled with holes.

If it weren't for the Three Lights Divine Water in hand, Cihang wouldn't have been confident in recovering those hidden injuries deep within his origin.