"Second Brother is right. We'd better not provoke the Witch Clan. That'd be no different from courting death. They could twist us to death with a single finger!" Long-Armed Ape Monkey said.
"So, does that mean we're not going to that secret land? I heard that every secret land appearing now contains the secrets of the Great Way. Take Lion Camel not far away, for example—he obtained an inheritance and is now frighteningly powerful!" Ancient Wind Leopard said.
"Big Brother, you don't really want to go, do you?"
Seeing Bai Qi merely drinking wine in silence, occasionally curling his lips, the three of them thought that the murderous madness of that God of Death had flared up again and began to worry.
"Hmph. I say you three are ignorant, but you refuse to believe me. What are the Twelve Ancestral Witches? And what are those two Golden Sun Crows? My master can suppress them with one hand! Besides, battle is the only way for me to advance in cultivation. Only after surviving nine deaths can I achieve the Desolate God Dragon Body!" Bai Qi said, a murderous aura radiating from him.
Somewhere in the center of the Primordial World, profound auras permeated the air, and countless powerful beings had gathered.
The Primordial Land stretched vast and boundless!
Immortal mountains and holy lands were countless, rivers were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, countless races flourished, and all kinds of strange life-forms dazzled the eye.
On this day, a million li north of the Sky Dragon Mountain Range in the Primordial World, there was a winding, twisting river. No one knew where it began, but it flowed toward the Eastern Sea.
The river churned with raging waves, while strange beasts surged within it. Some opened their enormous mouths