Insect Valley.
Dark green mountains churned the wind and clouds as they descended from the sky into the valley, fitting seamlessly into the terrain and filling its gaps, turning valley into mountain. Black Curse Script spread and grew like tree roots, covering the ground.
Venomous creatures of every kind poured from cracks in the mountains and crevices in the rocks, teeming like an ocean tide. White miasma rose and shifted like gauze curtains, seeming for a moment to twist into human figures, yet a closer look revealed nothing at all.
In the Great Void around Witch Mountain, many Divine Abilities shone from a considerable distance. No one dared approach for fear of falling victim to Witchcraft, and even more kept their mouths shut, afraid of giving offense.
At the summit stood an altar.
The enormous suspended head finally began to change. Layers of blue-black carapace formed over its surface as though it were molting, then gradually turned to drifting ash. A black mass fell from the bloody opening at its neck.
Xu Xuan stood in the northern sky without saying much.
Those beside him were silent as well, all watching the changes on the summit with intense concentration.
This was an attempt at seeking the golden position, something unseen for countless years. Moreover, both the Bing Fire and Gui Water Dao Lineages had ties to Witchcraft, giving them all the more reason to study it!
"Here it comes."
Xu Xuan's gaze deepened as he looked through the Great Void. The black mass on the summit finally took shape and became distinct.
It was an old shaman, clad in black robes and wearing a Ghost Mask, with scarcely any flesh on his bones.
Yuan E.
He knelt before the enormous bronze cauldron, raising both hands high to hold up an object.