Cycle of Reincarnation, Ancestors Drop Dead

With a thought, Ling Xiao's Karma Thread disappeared from his eyes.

He has now grasped the basics of the law of Karma.

Previously, Ling Xiao had tried more than once to use the Chaos Bead to comprehend the Karma, Fate, and other transcendent principles.

These laws are extremely profound and mysterious; even with the Chaos Bead, they are not easy to comprehend and require a specific opportunity to begin understanding them.

The saying goes, "You may plant flowers with care, but they may not bloom; you may plant willows without intention, and they may thrive."

With this in mind, Ling Xiao began to refine the law fragments rewarded by the system.

He already possesses over a dozen laws at the peak of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm. If he happens to be one of them, he might be able to obtain a second law to break through to the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.

"Let me see what kind of law you are."

Ling Xiao's magical power sank into the fragment of law and began to refine it. At the level of Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, refining a fragment of law was as easy as drinking water.

"Buzz..."

A gigantic wheel embedded in the void whizzed around, and even though it was just a phantom, it still had an irresistible urge to draw people in.

"The Law of Reincarnation!?"

Ling Xiao's expression froze, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed, and the roulette wheel shot out six beams of divine light like the Milky Way.

At the same time.

Behind his head, six halos of light rotated, supporting a vast galaxy, Reincarnation, dark and profound.

"At the same time, they actually obtained two top-tier laws!"

A look of joy appeared on Ling Xiao's handsome face. At his level, he should have been able to keep his emotions hidden, but he couldn't help but smile at such a delightful event.

Although his understanding of the laws of Karma and Law of Reincarnation is not yet very deep, it is only a matter of time.

With this thought, Ling Xiao rose, transformed into a stream of light, and stepped into the Reincarnation.

In the Primordial World, ever since the loss of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Witch Clan has suffered a great calamity. Without high-end combat power, even though their numbers are considerable, they are still repeatedly defeated by the remaining Demon Clan.

Besides Baize Jimeng, Jiuying Guiche rose up again, leading the demons to utterly defeat the Witch Clan.

This is a major counterattack by the demon race against the Witch Clan, to avenge the massacre they suffered in the past.

The territory of the Witch Clan continued to shrink until it was reduced to only a corner in the eastern part of the Primordial World, where they held out desperately in the Mount Buzhou area.

Just as the demon race assembled their army, intending to deliver the final blow to the Witch Clan.

A scene that shook heaven and earth and all living beings unfolded.

Above that dome, a blood-stained Divine Hall was slowly flying towards the Primordial Land.

Ancient and imposing, yet exuding a menacing aura, the Divine Hall grew larger and larger as the distance decreased, like a world unto itself.

At this moment, all the creatures that witnessed this scene felt their scalps tingle and their hearts filled with terror.

"The Pangu Temple is back!?"

"No way! Wasn't it destroyed by Ling Xiao?" A powerful figure from the demon race exclaimed in shock, already considering retreating. This was a fear etched deep into their souls.

We've really been terrified of being beaten over the years.

"Don't panic. Look, the outside of the Pangu Temple is covered in blood. Maybe all the Ancestral Witch inside are dead," a powerful figure said with a smile, though the smile seemed somewhat forced.

I comforted myself by thinking it was true.

"Boom!"

The Pangu Temple slowly descended to the ground, landing precisely in front of Mount Buzhou. The earth trembled, raising clouds of dust hundreds of millions of feet high.

Chaos energy permeated the air, accompanied by a dense aura of malevolence, soaring straight to the heavens.

Countless living beings watched this scene intently; the world was silent, as if awaiting judgment.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar like that of an unparalleled ferocious beast emanated from the Pangu Temple, shaking the universe and reaching every corner of the world.

"The Ancestral Witch is not dead!?"

This roar shattered all hope in their hearts.

"Run!"

On the demon side, the powerful figures such as Guiche Jiuying immediately issued orders and fled without looking back. The demon army began to withdraw from the Eastern Wasteland like a tide.

They didn't know exactly how many Ancestral Witch were still alive, but that was far beyond the current capacity of the demon race to bear.

With Kunpeng fallen and Nuwa nowhere to be found, plus Fuxi, the rest were all worthless and no match for the Ancestral Witch.

In contrast, the remaining Witch Clan presented a completely different picture.

Overjoyed, she wept.

It's already Chinese New Year.

With the return of the Ancestral Witch, they finally had a leader to rely on.

Instantly, countless Witch Clan knelt down and kowtowed towards the Pangu Temple, respectfully welcoming the return of the Ancestral Witch.

Inside the Divine Hall at this time.

The Ancestral Witch have awakened. They had been knocked unconscious by Ling Xiao and only recently regained consciousness.

What they found most unbearable was that several of their brothers seemed to have left them forever.

Zhu Jiuyin, Rushou, and Jumang, already severely injured, were completely killed by Ling Xiao, their life force extinguished, and even their bodies exploded.

The three Ancestral Witch could not piece together a complete Ancestral Witch.

Their Ancestral Witch cultivated the physical body, unlike other living beings. The body was everything to them. The great battle was too tragic, exhausting all their vitality.

"Damn it, damn it, what a disgrace!" Zhurong roared, his anger almost setting him ablaze.

"Revenge! We must get revenge!" Gonggong roared, even though he was almost beaten to death, it couldn't extinguish his unruly spirit!

"With three brothers gone, we can't set up the formation. How can we take revenge?" Qiangliang said, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Sigh, I ran for my life, but in the end I still couldn't save them!"

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch fell silent, despair spreading through them.

With three Ancestral Witch gone, their greatest reliance was lost, and they could no longer set up the Twelve Divine Gods and Demons Formation.

The hall fell silent. Just then, a Great Witch requested an audience.

Dijiang waved his hand, and the Great Witch Xingtian arrived in the main hall.

"Vomit..."

As soon as Xingtian entered the hall, he smelled an incredibly strong stench of blood, mixed with various other strange odors.

Even though he was a seasoned warrior who had seen countless life-and-death situations, the smell almost made him vomit.

The flavor is too strong!

"Speak quickly if you have something to say." Dijiang was in a bad mood and signaled to Xingtian to get to the point.

Xingtian had the same idea and wanted to leave the main hall as soon as possible, so he quickly recounted the recent events.

Avoid the trivial and focus on the important.

In summary, there were two major events: the fall of Ling Xiao and the counterattack of the demon race.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent again, followed by a burst of noise.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Ling Xiao is dead!?"

"This must be the will of the Father God!" Zhurong and Gonggong shouted the loudest, almost laughing hysterically.

The other Ancestral Witch also showed joy on their faces.

Even Dijiang couldn't remain composed; his mouth was practically splitting open to his ears.

I was just worrying about setting up the formation when I never expected that Ling Xiao had suddenly died.

In that case, even if we can't set up the formation, it won't be so unacceptable.

The atmosphere of death surrounding the three Ancestral Witches, Zhu Jiuyin, seemed to fade considerably in an instant.

"Heh, the demon race dares to retaliate? This time I will annihilate their entire race!" An Ancestral Witch sneered, his cruelty extreme.

Just then, an aura of supreme power and boundless divinity descended.

Dijiang's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly.

"Who... is about to become a saint?"