After several days, the Witch God Sect's new headquarters had been fully constructed. With countless divine arts and techniques assisting in its construction, it was naturally magnificent, like a dreamlike fairyland.
Several hundred miles from the center of the sect stood a secluded little mountain. It rose no more than a few dozen zhang, and was lush with trees, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Blossoms swayed in the breeze, making it a charming sight.
On the cliff, a waterfall poured down with a deafening roar, sending spray flying. When the sunlight struck it, a rainbow stretched across the sky.
Beneath the waterfall lay a clear, rippling pool. Several little golden fish chased and played in the water, lively and adorable. When the current surged, they scattered in all directions, lending the scene a hint of carefree charm.
At that moment, the Main Body, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on a smooth rock beside the pool. His expression was impassive. A gentle breeze stirred his snow-white hair.
Over the years, the Main Body's cultivation had grown increasingly unfathomable. No one knew how powerful he had become. Even when he had fought the Moon Emperor last time, he had revealed only a fraction of his strength.
The aura around him had now grown so obscure that it was almost impossible to sense.
At times, a wisp of terrifying, mysterious power would escape from him. It seemed somewhat different from the Forbidden Power—the power of doomsday—or perhaps it was an even higher power, one that had evolved from the power of doomsday.
It was midday. Golden sunlight poured down from the sky, turning the waterfall gold. The Main Body on the rock was bathed in the same light, faintly revealing a sacred air.
The Main Body twitched a finger. A dark, despairing