Dijiang headed toward the Netherworld Office, brimming with confidence.
As he passed Mount Buzhou, he suddenly stopped.
Mount Buzhou was no longer what it had once been.
It had completely lost its former appearance.
Looking at the desolate expanse of Mount Buzhou, he was overcome with emotion and stopped, drawn by nostalgia.
He walked toward the broken remnants of Mount Buzhou.
Mount Buzhou had lost its grandeur of reaching into the heavens.
It resembled a dilapidated hill.
At the sight of this bleak scene,
he inexplicably thought of the Witch Clan.
Wasn't their fate exactly the same?
Suddenly, he heard a scream.
The voice was shrill and clear. His heart stirred, struck by an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Puzzled, he headed in that direction.
After an unknown length of time, he found the source of the screaming.
He looked around in confusion. There was no scene of a damsel in distress awaiting a hero as he had imagined, nor was there anything he could see. The place was utterly empty, yet the sound kept ringing out. This eerie sensation left him vaguely uneasy.
"Who are you? Why did you lure me here?"
He had not expected an answer. After all, there was no one here.
"Dijiang, oh, Dijiang. I've waited countless years for you. You've finally appeared."
Dijiang froze, surprise crossing his face.
Although the Witch Clan had withdrawn from the Primordial World long ago, he had visited Mount Buzhou many times back then.
Yet he had never discovered anything unusual. What in the world was this thing?
"What foul creature are you? How dare you disrespect an Ancestral Shaman! Have you grown tired of living? Do you really think the Witch Clan has no one left?"
Dijiang roared furiously, hoping to intimidate whoever it was into coming out.
Unfortunately,