Kuafu Chases the Sun

The blinding sunlight shone directly into his eyes, Kuafu subconsciously squinted.

But the Peach Wood Staff in his hand still crashed down onto the great formation composed of ten golden crows.

Rumble!

The wooden staff collided with the golden crow.

Fire and meteors scattered in all directions.

It fell upon the earth and melted into mountains.

The immense impact released bursts of energy, and the resulting shockwaves shattered patches of void, giving rise to Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind.

However, the grand formation composed of the Ten Golden Crows remained intact.

"Hahaha."

"The grand formation personally deduced by Father."

"How could you, a mere Great Witch, possibly break through?"

Seeing that Kuafu's attack had failed and that the [Ten Suns Patrol Heaven] formation could easily block Kuafu's attack, the Ten Golden Crows were filled with boundless pride.

"The radiant sun shines in all directions."

"Throughout the universe, all worship the sun."

Each golden crow blazes with fighting spirit.

The True Sun Fire burned from the past to the future, from nothingness to reality, transforming the surrounding area into an endless sea of fire.

Kuafu bathed in the sea of fire, his long, jet-black hair shimmering with flames.

A wisp of earth energy enveloped his body, and an earthy yellow halo resisted the erosion of the True Sun Fire.

He gripped the peachwood staff with both hands, and the staff swelled upon contact with the wind, instantly becoming as imposing as an ancient mountain.

Rumble!

The peach staff was swung, creating a hurricane that shattered everything around it before resolutely crashing down onto the Great Sun Divine Shield.

The [Ten Suns Patrol Heavens ] formation can leverage the power of the sun, and for a short period of time, it can even block quasi-saint level celestial beings.

Although Kuafu was incredibly strong, as a member of the Witch Clan of the Houtu Tribe, his supernatural powers and combat strength increased by 50% when he stood on the earth.

But he was not Ancestral Witch.

The terms "Great Witch" and "Ancestral Witch" differ by only one character.

The difference between heaven and earth lies in this single word.

But Kuafu was an absolutely persistent person; his character possessed both the weight of the earth and the stubbornness of the mountains.

"Since I can't break through it, then I'll keep fighting."

"Fight until victory."

He struck again and again with the staff, one strike, ten strikes, a hundred strikes.

Kuafu's vital energy dissipated, his skin, as hard as ancient Divine Iron, glowed red, and even his hair began to burn and fall out.

But his eyes grew brighter and brighter, even outshining the blazing sun in the sky for a moment.

Because he sensed it.

Beneath his peachwood staff, the power of the ten golden crows slowly dimmed.

Borrowing the power of the sun comes at a price and has its limitations.

They can't hold out much longer.

"Elder brother, this can't go on any longer."

"I'll wait here and confront him head-on."

"Despite the sun's blessing, I fear not this fiend."

"But he also has the help of the earth."

"Only by fighting and retreating, slowly wearing down his strength, can we minimize our losses."

The ten golden crows looked at Kuafu, who was frantically attacking the [Ten Suns Patrol Heaven] formation, and a chill ran down their spines.

But in the next instant, the ferocity of a fierce bird and the pride of the essence of the sun shattered the momentary weakness.

The ten golden crows abandoned their urge to confront Kuafu head-on, but they had no intention of letting go of the giant who had fought against them.

Weakening the power of the Witch Clan is the only way to increase the chances of the Demon Clan winning the battle for supremacy.

Only the flesh and blood of Kuafu, and the death of a Great Witch, could fully demonstrate the nobility of the Ten Golden Crow Princes.

Only then can His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor be truly displayed.

"Retreat!"

With a command from the Great Golden Crow, the formation of ten Golden Crows flew towards the eastern part of the Grand Void.

It was clear that the Ten Golden Crows were about to escape.

Kuafu immediately became anxious.

"Evil creature."

"You scorch the earth."

"You have ruined countless sons of my Witch Clan."

How could I let you escape?

"Leave it here!"

Kuafu persisted relentlessly, pursuing the enemy without giving up.

Ten golden crows flew leisurely ahead.

He would occasionally unleash the True Sun Fire to burn down the Witch Tribes along the way, which enraged Kuafu even more.

Even his last shred of reason gradually dissipated during the battle with the ten golden crows.

Strands of Calamity Qi were generated in the Grand Void. Whether it was the ten golden crows or Kuafu, each of them had strands of Calamity Qi gathering on their bodies.

Both sides had only one thought in mind.

Kill him!

The Golden Crow fought and retreated, each time it spewed out the True Sun Fire, which could damage Kuafu's powerful physical body.

In contrast, Kuafu, when he swung his peach staff, missed nine times out of ten.

Without the speed and agility of the Golden Crow, how could he accurately strike ten Golden Crows?

As time goes by.

Even with the support of the earth and the continuous supply of its energy, Kuafu's nearly ten-thousand-foot-tall true form could hardly sustain such high-intensity consumption.

He was tired.

While passing through a Witch Tribe.

An elder of the tribe said with tears in his eyes:

"Great Witch Kuafu, please stop."

"The road ahead is dangerous; do not proceed any further."

Kuafu laughed heartily:

"It's alright, it's alright."

"Even if I cannot kill these ten monstrous beasts."

"But as long as we can drive them to the four seas and keep them away from the mainland."

"Then our Witch Clan will have fewer sons to shed blood."

He gazed at the pool of clear water surrounding the tribe, licked his parched lips, but turned back and continued chasing after the ten golden crows that had departed.

There is a severe drought and water resources are scarce.

How could he bear to occupy the waters of this Witch Clan?

After he left.

The Witch Clan of that Witch Tribe knelt on the ground, staring intently at the blazing sun in the sky, their eyes filled with a deep-seated hatred.

"Demon Clan deserve to die!"

Kuafu chased after ten golden crows and arrived at another tribe.

He looked even more disheveled.

His skin, as tough as Divine Iron, had begun to crack under the True Sun Fire.

A tribal child opened his eyes wide, looking at Kuafu with innocent curiosity and reverence:

"The Great Witch."

"The elders of the tribe say that you are doing something righteous for the sake of our entire Witch Clan."

"You are a great hero of our Witch Clan."

"Respected Great Witch Kuafu, please take a rest."

"You're too tired."

Looking at Kuafu, who was disheveled and not at all like the hero they had imagined, the children of the tribe had tears in their eyes.

They felt that Kuafu's figure was much taller than they had imagined.

Upon hearing this, Kuafu felt his strength surge even more.

He said gently:

"Grow up quickly, you all."

"When I grow up, I will protect the tribe and make our Witch Clan strong."

"Kuafu cannot stop."

"Every step I take that stops means a whole Witch Tribe might be slaughtered ahead."

"Kuafu dared not stop."

Having said that, he glanced longingly at the Witch Tribe.

This is the Witch Tribe under the rule of the Houtu Tribe!

I gazed at Kuafu's figure gradually disappearing into the horizon.

The children of the Witch Clan held the hands of their elders, their little faces stern.

"Grandpa."

"When I grow strong, I will surely slay the Demon Clan and sacrifice them to the spirits of my tribe!"

"To pay homage to the Great Witch Kuafu today."

Kuafu continued his pursuit of the golden crow.

His skin was covered in blood.

Golden witch's blood fell to the ground, nourishing the forest.

This was a gift he left to the Witch Tribe.

The Witch Tribes along the way gazed with reverence and sorrow at the Great Witch standing before them.

Some members of the Witch Clan even played war songs and danced war dances, their battle axes gleaming with a cold light that seemed to shine straight into the heavens.

Their respect for Kuafu was directly proportional to their resentment towards the Demon Clan.

This hatred is irreconcilable!

Finally.

Kuafu's vision became empty and desolate.

There were no more sprawling Witch Tribes, nor any tribesmen who perished in the fire.

A look of relief and peace flashed in his eyes.

Kuafu came to a riverbank, squatted down, and sucked the entire river water into his stomach.

He seemed to have regained some of his strength.

Gazing at the ten golden crows ahead, a chilling glint flashed in Kuafu's eyes.

He was going to shoot down those ten golden crows.

How could he bear to see these Witch Tribes under his protection suffer twice over?

Therefore, he was going to kill these ten wicked creatures.

Kuafu was severely dehydrated and unbearably thirsty; even the vital energy and blood in his body began to dry up.

But he persisted in his pursuit, relentlessly wielding his wooden staff. He saw a great river, drank the water dry in one gulp, and continued his chase.

With the support of the earth, his speed increased rapidly.

He caught up with the Golden Crow and fought a great battle with them.

After that great battle, he was even thirstier.

His body, under the pressure of endless fire energy, has already lost its balance of the five elements and is in danger of collapsing.

'Water Essence needs to be replenished to maintain the body's balance.'

Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on.

He made up his mind.

So he followed his memory and set out to drink from the great marshland to the north.

The Ten Golden Crows above the sky coldly watched this scene.

Today, Kuafu is doomed!

"Brothers, Kuafu is exhausted."

"We must act swiftly and kill him here."

Ten golden crows surveyed the sky, aloof and indifferent, while endless True Sun Fire crashed down like a waterfall, eternally scorching Kuafu.

"Ah!"

"I am not reconciled!"

The sun represents the extreme of yang.

The True Sun Fire is the most domineering of all fires.

Constantly burned by the True Sun Fire, even with the nourishment of the earth's energy, Kuafu's inner five elements were already destroyed.

It was already beyond saving, and there was no way to reverse the situation.

A painful and resentful roar echoed through the heavens, and countless members of the Witch Clan felt it. Their gazes turned to the far east, and tears streamed down their faces.

Kuafu stared intently at the golden crow in the sky.

He took one last, deep look at the land that belonged to his Witch Clan.

His body transformed into a faint silver glow, returning to the embrace of the earth.

The bamboo staff in his hand transformed into a peach orchard.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, a dazzling sight for miles around.

"Dead."

"Hahaha."

"The Great Witch of the Witch Clan died under the True Sun Fire, which belonged to our brothers."

"Our father and mother will be so proud of us."

Ten golden crows cheered in unison.

But the next moment...

The ten golden crows all changed color.

Rumble!

Above the heavens.

The four symbols of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise are revealed amidst various unusual phenomena.

A chilling killing intent locked onto the ten golden crows.

"Whoosh~"

A piercing sound rang out, and a sharp divine arrow, carrying the power of the Four Symbols, suddenly ripped through the void, transcending time and space, and shot towards the ten golden crows who were cheering and celebrating with extreme speed and killing intent.

"Xiao Jiu!"

"Don't want!"

"Little Jiu, hide quickly!"

The golden crows' eyes were bloodshot and bulging with fury.

They looked in horror at the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Arrow that was aimed at the Ninth Golden Crows.

That arrow traversed the universe and time, from nothingness to reality, from the past to the future, all obscured by the sharpness of the arrow.

Ninth Golden Crows ' golden feathers exploded, and he flapped his wings and flew swiftly, condensing the brilliant True Sun Fire into a shield.

But he was facing the world's number one archer.

Even the Ancestral Witches had to be extremely cautious when facing Hou Yi's arrows.

Not to mention the Golden Crow Princes who have not yet attained the Dao Fruit.

"Bah!"

With a mournful cry of pain, golden blood descended from the Grand Void, staining the peach grove crimson.

The arrow pierced through the abdomen of the Ninth Golden Crow Prince, carrying with it an aura of annihilation and death.

"Xiao Jiu."

"Ninth Brother!"

Ah~

"Don't want!"

The golden sun set from the sky.

This scene shocked the Witch Clan on earth.

But the next moment, the many Witch Tribes cheered in unison.

"Good, good riddance!"

"Hou Yi, the Great Witch, was incredibly brave."

"Kill the sun to avenge the Great Witch Kuafu."

"Witch! Witch! Witch!"

The entire Witch Clan gazed with utmost reverence at the figure that shot down the sun.

The moment Kuafu died, their hatred for the Demon Clan reached its peak.

Hou Yi gazed sadly at the peach grove that Kuafu had transformed into, and a peach blossom drifted down before him.

The imposing man, with a longbow in hand and a quiver on his back, looked up, his eyes sharp as arrows, cold and ruthless, filled with murderous intent.

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

A magnificent aura suddenly arose, and the surging blood and energy, as intense as the blazing sun, shot straight up to the heavens.

Hou Yi stood on the earth, surrounded by the four symbols.

His bright eyes were filled with desolation and ruthlessness.

"Roar~"

"Sing~"

"Hoo~"

The Azure Dragon swishes its tail, the Vermilion Bird holds a knife in its mouth, the White Tiger roars, and the Black Tortoise hisses.

Amidst the boundless divine light, Hou Yi drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his resolve unwavering.

"Whoosh~"

The bowstring twanged like a thunderclap.

The moment the arrow was released, the heavens and earth trembled.

Due to the death of the Ninth Golden Crow Prince, the power of the [Ten Suns Patrol Heaven] formation was greatly reduced.

How could this possibly stop the number one person below the Ancestral Witch?

Hou Yi had already gone very far in the realm of Great Divine Ability User.

"Little Ten."

Just as the sharp arrow piercing through the Grand Void was about to strike the Ten Golden Crow Princes, the Great Golden Crow felt a pang of pain in his eyes, and a look of determination and regret flashed across them.

If only I could stop my younger brothers, if only I could listen to my father and mother, if only...

With a sharp and resounding cry, the Great Golden Crow First Prince transformed into a rainbow of light. This was the Golden Crow Clan's innate divine ability, the [Golden Crow Transformation Rainbow Technique], a renowned escape technique in the Primordial World.

The Ten Golden Crows were still young when they were cultivating in Tang Valley, and they were still struggling to use this supernatural power.

But at that moment, the Great Golden Crow First Prince suddenly rushed towards death at a speed that surpassed time, blocking the path of the Ten Golden Crow Princes.

"Big brother."

"No."

One by one, the golden crows cried mournfully.

The Ten Golden Crow Princes shook his feathers, a crimson glow emanating from them.

Golden blood splattered across the sky.

He carried the gradually fading corpse of the Great Golden Crow First Prince on his back, howling towards the sky, filled with endless hatred.

"Whoosh!"

The crimson arrows gleamed with a chilling light, piercing through everything in their path.

"Little Ten!"

"Run!"

"Go to the depths of the sun."

"Go find your father!"

Amidst the cheers of the witches on earth.

Another golden crow died in front of the Ten Golden Crow Princes.