Feng Yanran instead smiled like a blooming flower, starlight glimmering in her eyes as she said softly, "Go get some rest. Don't overexert yourself."
Though Kong Xuan sensed that something was amiss with his teacher's expression, he did not think much of it. He bowed once more, then followed Qing Niao toward the depths of the rear hall.
Time flew like an arrow, and ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
The Primordial World had long since undergone tremendous changes.
Over these long years, the Witch Clan and the demon clan had risen rapidly, their forces expanding to the utmost. Both had reached their peaks, becoming the two great overlords who ruled the Primordial World. They confronted each other like fire and water, turning the winds and clouds of Heaven and Earth pale. All living beings bowed their heads, daring not to contend with them.
Of the eight hundred Great Divine Ability Users, aside from the Saints, even the top experts who had severed two corpses and reached the Quasi-Sage Peak did not dare provoke them at the height of the confrontation between the Witches and demons. They could only close their eyes and ears, allowing the two great clans to tear Heaven and Earth apart as they vied for supremacy over the Primordial World.
Ten thousand years was neither long nor short. But for the Witch Clan, those ten thousand years had been a golden age in which they defied Heaven and changed their fate. With Su Yang's early preparations and wholehearted support, the Witch Clan had not only completely resolved the obstacles to bloodline reproduction but had also directly obtained systematic inheritances of battle techniques, divine abilities, and battle formations. They did not need to comprehend them on their own; they only needed to cultivate