A blazing sun hung in the sky. The blizzards and fierce winds of the past several days had finally ceased, which seemed like a good omen—especially to the villagers who had spent the entire night on full alert.
Most importantly, no villagers had died the previous night, and none had witnessed anything strange, apart from a fire caused by an accident.
Thus, as the fragrance of food wafted through the quiet village, it quickly came alive. Children shouted as they ran through the streets, adults talked among themselves, and the village elders took the opportunity to announce all sorts of conjectured conclusions.
In short, everything had already started getting better.
Only Zhang Yang stood in the pitch-black courtyard, looking up at the sun. After a long while, he let out a deep sigh. He could say with absolute certainty and full responsibility that the end of the Xing Clan's world was coming. He truly had no idea what the Xing Clan's higher-ups were thinking. They were actually allowing the changes in the Heavenly Dao to grow increasingly violent. If this continued, once the spiritual qi stored within the Heavenly Dao Barrier like water in a reservoir leaked out on a massive scale, all manner of demons and spirits would reveal themselves along with it.
"Father, I've broken through! I've awakened witch blood!"
Several courtyards away, a half-grown boy burst from his room in wild delight, rushed out of the courtyard, and shouted. His voice carried throughout the entire village.
In an instant, more than half the villagers gathered around. To the Xing Clan, awakening witch blood was as rare and glorious as a boy from Zhang Yang's hometown being admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University. It meant that he could soon master intermediate witch speech, and might even touch upon