Across the Northern Continent, countless altars stood scattered about. The Witch Clan, an imperial clan famed for its mystery, stood above the hundred races in witchcraft, gu arts, sorcery, and martial arts. For hundreds of thousands of years, none had dared provoke them.
At the very heart of the Witch Clan's sacred land, surrounded by myriad altars, stood a colossal altar a hundred zhang long and wide. Beacon fires blazed around its platform, their flames soaring into the sky.
Upon the altar, the Witch Clan's Holy Maiden stood in a white palace gown. Her body danced like a startled swan, her graceful movements stunning all beneath heaven.
Witch Maiden Tian Xin had been born beneath auspicious signs, her body in harmony with heaven. She was the most gifted person the Witch Clan had seen in centuries. Even Gou Huang had praised her astonishing talent more than once.
However, war had already begun in the Primeval Demonic Realm, and chaos was about to engulf the world. In troubled times, no matter how monstrous a genius might be, without time to grow, they were useless.
Over the past year, the younger generation that had once shaken the world had gradually vanished from public sight. It was not that they were insufficiently brilliant, but because on the battlefield, no one cared about one's origins or talent. Only absolute strength was the sole guarantee of survival.
On the central altar, the radiance around the dancing Witch Maiden grew increasingly brilliant. Wherever it reached, darkness was driven away, bringing endless light to the human world.
As the Witch Maiden danced, purple fortune rose into the air from thousands upon thousands of altars throughout the sacred land, converging ceaselessly upon the central altar from all directions.
At this heaven-shaking sight, ten thousand Daos rang in unison.