Witches Enter the Demon Realm!

When the Saints heard this, none understood what it meant. Grand Supreme Elder Lord asked Mu Jizi, "All Beings Sect Master, could you explain?"

Mu Jizi merely smiled without speaking. The Saints had no choice but not to press him further. After exchanging farewells, they returned to their respective abodes.

When Mu Jizi returned to Two Sages Island, he waved his hand. With a whoosh, mystic light swept across the air, releasing the Witch Race members he had seized from the Witch-Demon Battlefield. Then he revealed his auspicious cloud, stepped onto it, and sat down cross-legged.

Seated upon the auspicious cloud, Mu Jizi looked down at the surviving Witch Race members and asked, "Is there anyone in charge?"

The witches stirred restlessly. Then Zhou Yi, a Great Witch, pushed through the crowd, lowered his head, and bowed to Mu Jizi. "This minor witch, Zhou Yi, is now the Witch Race's adviser."

Mu Jizi nodded. "Do you have anywhere to go?"

Zhou Yi said, "The Witch Race has now fallen into decline. We have nowhere to go for the time being."

The Witch-Demon War had ended, and the Witch Race had declined. All eleven Ancestral Shamans had died cleanly, while even the Witch-Gathering Formation had been destroyed. Only a handful of surviving Witch Race members remained. Though they could still survive in the Primordial Wilderness, they no longer possessed their former glory. Given the Witch Race's nature of fearing neither Heaven nor earth, they would surely be unwilling to accept this. By then, some great cultivators whom the Witch Race had offended in the past would certainly come to kick them while they were down. Even if the Witch Race could withstand those great cultivators' vengeance in the end, they would likely lose more than half their people—or perhaps even be