The Witch Clan—mountain-like towering bodies, peerlessly domineering strength, savage and rough ways, and fiery, irritable tempers...
Even though the Witch Clan had vanished from the world for countless millennia, and despite their great achievement of fighting for the beings of all worlds until the last drop of blood in that final battle long ago,
in the hearts of countless living beings across the Myriad Worlds today, the impression of the Witch Clan still remained fixed in the era when they ate raw flesh and drank blood, casually shattered mountains and split seas, and wreaked havoc. They were like a group of bombs that could explode at any moment. Anyone who got too close to them had to live in constant fear, never knowing when they might be blown up!
And in the eyes of the high-level cultivators from the various sects present, the Witch Clan still inspired both respect and fear.
They respected the achievements the Witch Clan had established in ancient times and admired their courage in fighting to the death.
They feared that the Witch Clan would once again run rampant as they had in ancient times, become one pole of Heaven and Earth, contend with humanity for supremacy over Heaven and Earth, and share Heaven and Earth's resources with the various sects.
To the high-level cultivators of the various sects, the best outcome for the Witch Clan was for things to remain as they had been before.
Everyone could record their deeds in Dao tomes, countless people could sing their praises, and the Witch Clan's achievements could be passed down through generation after generation. It was best if they existed only in everyone's memories.
For the Witch Clan to take tangible form and revive in the present age was, in truth, an outcome that most forces throughout