After that thunderous rebuke, the witches finally came to their senses—as it turned out, every flash of blade and every corpse along the road to usurpation had become an invisible chain, tightening around the Witch Clan's lifeline inch by inch.
The Witch Clan now relied entirely on the Twelve Ancestral Witches to guard the four quarters and painstakingly accumulate Heavenly Dao Merit, barely preserving a thread of fortune. Yet Chi You's reckless strike had torn open another bloody wound, and the turbulent currents of karma were already growing like poisonous vines.
Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan had proven the Tai Huang fruition, destined to cultivate the righteous fruit by treading over mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The Nine Li uprising was itself a whetstone laid down by the Heavenly Dao—if humanity wished to truly shoulder the backbone of Heaven and Earth, how could it avoid taking a few cuts and spilling a few pools of blood?
Jade had to be carved to become a vessel; people had to endure tribulations to reach the summit. The flames of war in troubled times were the true fire that tempered the protagonist.
Su Yang swept his gaze around and saw the members of the Witch Clan trembling like autumn leaves. Beads of sweat rolled down their necks and backs, gathering into trickles at their feet that wound into streams and soaked the ground.
His tone eased slightly. "Since this situation was decreed by Heaven, I shall no longer interfere. As for the struggle between the Nine Li and the You Xiong Tribe, weigh it carefully and deal with it yourselves."
As soon as his voice fell, a glimmer of Eerie Light flashed through Chi You's eyes, and his thoughts began stirring again.
"However—" Su Yang suddenly turned toward the Witch Clan's ranks and