Stealing the Spirit Herb

"The path of a Shaman... as those immortal cultivators would put it, allowed one to command water and fire, balance the many kinds of earth... and even had ties to metal. It was profoundly mysterious."

Outside Fengdu City, Man gazed at the gray-black dusk clouds overhead and brooded: Ever since Eastern Sovereign Taiyi took the Fruit Seat, we practitioners of Shamanism have stood at the forefront of the world... We need fear no opponent, and we excel at curses and blessings alike... Unfortunately, the one we've encountered now is also a Shaman God!

Had he not been certain this Shaman God could not leave Fengdu, he might never have dared attempt to steal the Deathless Grass.

More likely, before his life ran out, he would have risked everything on one last breakthrough and gone up like a dazzling firework...

"Hm?"

Just then, delight flickered across Grand Witch Man's face as he looked toward the Great Void.

The Great Void blurred, as though someone were about to leap out of it.

That person was also a Grand Witch. Though he had only recently advanced, capturing him alive, placing him under a restriction, and forcing him to enter Fengdu and risk his life had still cost Man considerable effort.

"Save me!"

Chunks of flesh fell from the Grand Witch's body, and venomous insects crawled out of them.

Even his organs seemed to have been eaten clean by beetles of every color.

Yet in his hand was a small black cauldron!

Ancient in design, it carried the heavy aura of Earth Virtue, while dark yellow energy churned faintly within it.

It was the Dark Shaman Cauldron, the treasured inheritance of the Shaman Terrace that had once cooked a Great Sage!

"Haha... Ji, you've brought out the Dark Shaman Cauldron as well. What an