It was completely different from when Li Shun had absorbed it.
Li Shun's mortal flesh simply could not withstand the power of the Elder Witch Clan.
At the time, his entire body had seemed to be roasted by raging fire. Had Cold Mountain Soul not protected him, he would have been burned to drifting ash in an instant.
Yet Fang Han cultivated the Ten Witches' inheritance, the Azure Wood Invocation, and had already gained a firm grasp of it, condensing a true Witch Clan body.
This degree of scorching heat was just right for him!
Fang Han only felt waves of heat rising from his limbs and bones. It was as though his entire body had been immersed in a hot spring. Not only did he feel no discomfort, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
The warm heat spread from his body into his soul.
In a daze, Fang Han seemed to have returned to the ancient barbaric era.
Three different figures and three different scenes appeared before his eyes at once.
In the first scene, a young, valiant member of the Witch Clan fought a six-winged golden lion to the death.
The golden lion's six wings were purple, azure, white, blue, green, and red. Each wing possessed a different divine ability—lightning, wooden shackles, water blades...
Though the Witch Clan warrior held a slight edge in strength, those divine abilities still forced him into a rather sorry state.
The second scene showed a steady middle-aged member of the Witch Clan confronting a god.
This god was not an Outer God from Chaos.
It was a lifeform known as a god, one that had stood alongside witches and demons in the Elder Primordial Continent.
Though their strength was not as terrifying as that of the Outer Gods, they still wielded