At the foot of Buzhou Mountain stood the magnificent giant city of the Witch Clan, like an ancient beast slumbering through the ages. It had stood here quietly for countless years, but now, as the center of one of the Primordial World's peak powers, it had long since become famous throughout the Primordial World.
The entire city had an imposing grandeur. Since its construction, countless temples had been added. Ancient, sacred temples filled every corner, and inside each one stood a Divine Statue with eight wings on its back and a blurred face. One could just make out the Main Body's silhouette.
After so many years of development, the Witch Clan's strength had grown at an astonishing pace. Aside from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hou Yi, Xing Tian, Kuafu, Jiu Feng, and others had also cultivated the Primordial Saint Body to the fifth level, entering the realm of Grand Unity Golden Immortal. With the combat techniques and divine abilities created by the Main Body, their fighting strength was even more terrifying.
Aside from the still loosely organized Demon Clan, the Witch Clan had no rivals in the Primordial World. They were the undisputed overlords.
On this day, the members of the Witch Clan were cultivating as usual when suddenly the winds rose and clouds churned. The clouds over every Witch Clan settlement vanished in an instant, revealing the tranquil starry sky of the Primordial World.
Every Divine Statue in the temples shone with boundless light. A vast Golden River stretched out from the depths of Chaos, moving at astonishing speed as it repeatedly crossed layer upon layer of space, appearing and disappearing from view.
"Gah, gah, gah!"
One end of the Golden River plunged into the Primordial World. A pitch-black rift, tens of millions of zhang long, split open above