Now that Kuafu had perished, his body collapsed and scattered, transforming into a peach forest. Its branches and trunks were gnarled and powerful, its roots burrowing deep into the earth, as though it were Pangu's remains. Yet Kuafu had died unjustly, and his resentment refused to disperse. It lingered among the trees, wailing and sobbing, echoing above the peach forest for a long time until it finally drew Hou Yi's notice. Hou Yi immediately mounted an earth dragon, slung the Sun-Shooting Bow over his shoulder, hung the Sunset Arrows at his waist, and sped toward the northern marshes, following Kuafu's remaining aura. Before him lay a peach forest stretching a hundred li. The peach blossoms were in full bloom, but they were not rosy and radiant—instead, they were as dark as ink. The peaches they bore were not warm and jade-like, but ghastly white as bones, exuding a dense yin aura. A mass of thick Black Mist shackled the heart of the forest, endless wails rising from within. At its center stood an ancient peach tree towering into the clouds, wrapped layer upon layer in black clouds like a cocoon, pressing its branches and leaves low.
Hou Yi focused his senses and indeed felt Kuafu's soul aura lingering within. He immediately activated the Witch Clan's forbidden art, communicating with the origin of the void. Witch Power surged through his body like a tide, and as his lips moved, the Incantation Sound rang out like metal. Tadpole-shaped runes leaped from his mouth one after another, circling and dancing through the void as they connected with the secrets of the Heavenly Dao. In an instant, an ancient mirror appeared from thin air.
Hou Yi reached out and caught the mirror, Witch Power surging from him as Misty Gray currents churned like boiling