Blood would run cold.
Because reality was cold.
After Feng Xi gained a deeper understanding of the Primordial World's hierarchy and learned about the different levels of combat power determined by cultivation strength.
His beautiful dream of punching Di Jun and Tai Yi and kicking the Three Pure Ones and Hong Jun was doused with a basin of bone-chilling water.
He was merely a Lesser Witch at the True Immortal level.
And he wanted to challenge a group of Great Luos?!
And not even the kind of Great Luos who merely had strength piled up without the corresponding level of understanding?
Looking at the information recorded in the Witch Clan's internal library, the description of the Great Luo realm consisted of only sixteen simple words. Yet no matter how Feng Xi looked at it, he could not see even the slightest hope of victory.
Omniscient and omnipotent!
Endless Space-time, Eternal Freedom!
In short, it was—
Everyone beneath Great Luo was an ant!
Defying the heavens to slay the Dao?
It did not exist!
It was impossible!
They knew the past and future, saw through the grand trends, and were themselves heaven!
They could casually reverse time, reset history, invert causality...
If such a person slapped down, even if hundreds of millions of Feng Xis stood there, they would only be crushed into a puddle of blood and mud with a "smack."
And even—
Perhaps Feng Xi had already died many times over!
While the strongest Great Luos of the Demon Clan fought across the Endless Space-time, they crossed the timelines and descended at the very moment the Witch Clan was born. They battled the Twelve Ancestral Witches, destroyed heaven and earth, wiped out the Witch Clan, and strangled this dangerous seed in its infancy.
Only, the Ancestral Witches ultimately achieved a temporary victory. They drove back their enemies, reset history, and continued along a timeline they approved of, bringing the dead Witch Clan back to life as if nothing had ever happened.
Unless a Great Luo personally spoke of it, all those great secrets would be buried in the dust of time, unknown to those of lower standing.
This was the authority of Great Luo!
"I used to think I was just pushing a boss and dealing with a whale."
"But in reality, the enemies I'm facing... are administrators, people with elevated permissions!"
They were opponents from entirely different dimensions!
"Not to mention, these people might still level up." Feng Xi's face was full of sorrow. "It's already been several hundred thousand years since the lecture at Zixiao Palace..."
"Never mind that the Primordial Violet Qi and Saint Position have nothing to do with me."
"In the future, my Great Witch Clan might even have to face Quasi-Saints! Saints!"
"How am I supposed to live?"
"I'm just a soldier. On such a maddening battlefield, I'm destined to be cannon fodder!"
Reality was this cold.
Only the Witch Clan's internal network and the various entertaining activities in its virtual space, along with software that hid cultivation inside games, could warm Feng Xi's frozen heart.
"Hello? Hello?"
"Old Jun, are you there?"
"Want to team up?"
"This time, I'm going to be the commander!"
He logged into a strategy command game, called upon his friends, teamed up with several new acquaintances he had made over the past few days, and rampaged through District 1404 of Houtu's Witch Division.
It had to be admitted—aside from the unavoidable omen operations arranged by Ancestral Witch Houtu, which were enough to drive people mad with helplessness,
the benefits and treatment in every other aspect were so perfect that there was nothing to complain about.
That was because those Great Divine Ability Users had perfectly transformed their cultivation realms into productive power. It was an inconceivable limit far beyond imagination!
Feng Xi had once thought that this ancient era would not care much about quality of life.
People lived in thatched cottages and stone halls, ate dry and tasteless food, and had virtually no spiritual entertainment... He had been waiting for Feng Xi to descend and transform the world.
He would make the Witch Clan, whose legends had gradually turned it into a single-minded race that knew only fighting and killing, understand what true life was.
But reality proved that he had been overthinking it.
Those Ancestral Witches knew how to have fun far better than he did!
Their exquisitely refined lives were flawless in every aspect. From education and medicine to spiritual entertainment... they surpassed the life of his previous world by millions upon millions of levels, forming a truly perfect Human Dao sanctuary!
This was beyond his expectations, yet perfectly reasonable.
How could a minor transmigrator like him compare with those major transmigrators—the Great Luos?
They traversed countless timelines, encountered innumerable forms of civilization, and accumulated endless knowledge in every field. Why would they need someone else to point fingers and offer suggestions?
On the contrary, the Witch Clan's headquarters, created through their integration of civilized wisdom and painstaking effort, was an irresistible paradise to countless Human Race transmigrators.
Feng Xi was one such example... Almost the instant he came into contact with it, he sank into it. He felt that even if he sold his life to the Witch Clan in exchange for such treatment, so what?
Even if they tried to drive him away now, expel him from the Witch Clan, and send him outside to mingle with the Demon Clan... he would be unwilling to leave.
Water flowed downhill, while people climbed upward!
Who would abandon a beautiful life to run into a poor and chaotic Demon Clan nation?
Moreover, after staying in the Witch Clan for a long time and enjoying all kinds of generous treatment... when he looked at the outside world again, he naturally developed confidence and pride from the depths of his heart. His affinity for the Witch Clan quietly rose by ten percentage points.
—I am proud of the Witch Clan!
The Ancestral Witches' methods of winning the hearts of their subordinates were extraordinary.
Even though many outstanding figures of the Human Race with broad knowledge saw through these circumstances clearly, they were powerless to resist.
Since they could not resist, they could only silently enjoy it.
They actively participated in it, improving themselves in every aspect.
This included battlefield command, strategic planning, and so on... It was not limited to accumulating and breaking through cultivation realms.
In the ultimate battlefield between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, which swept across All Heavens and All Realms and the multidimensional space-time, even the most basic soldier unit was required to possess a frightening level of knowledge and ability.
Governance of occupied territories?
Insight into and retaliation against external schemes?
And so on.
Every Witch Clan soldier had to be competent, or even outstanding, in many areas... As for cultivation? It was instead not especially important.
After all, comparatively speaking, cultivation was actually the easiest thing to improve.
One could rely on time to temper oneself, entering Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin's secret temporal realm, where the timeline was independent of the Primordial World and millions upon millions of years could pass in the blink of an eye.
If one wanted to be more radical, one could even skip arduous cultivation... It was not impossible!
Simply undergo the Ancestral Witches' bodily modification. Would one still need to worry about lacking peerless combat power?
Changes and improvements to the physical body were the easiest.
The truly troublesome part lay in the mind!
Feng Xi had vaguely heard, and gleaned from clues in the Witch Clan's database, that the mind was an extremely crucial factor when proving the Great Luo Dao.
That was why the Ancestral Witches would not forcibly modify an individual's mental wisdom. Instead, they influenced it indirectly, allowing the countless trillions of members of the Witch Clan to ascend naturally.
For this, they had no idea how much effort they had expended.
Feng Xi had not deeply felt the Ancestral Witches' painstaking care. At present, he was merely enjoying the benefits of education, improving his planning and strategy skills through games, while also developing teamwork and competitive awareness and preparing for the great battles of the future.
"Quickly, quickly, quickly!"
"Boyang, Jiran, Zixiu, Lilu, Qingxuan, Darong..."
"It's time for the ten celebrities of our District 1404 to ride across the battlefield!"
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