On Witch Island, deep within a dense forest, lay an enormous valley, perfectly round, like a volcanic crater that had been sliced flat.
Twelve enormous stone statues stood around the valley, each over ten thousand meters tall. They were so lifelike they seemed like real people, and together they encircled the valley completely.
Members of the Witch Clan streamed toward it from every direction. Though no restrictive wards barred the area, they all descended of their own accord as they approached, kowtowed toward the valley, then lined up obediently to enter.
This valley was called Panshen Valley, the sacred land of the Witch Clan.
Every member of the Witch Clan firmly believed that they had been born from the bloodline of Great God Pangu, and that this valley was his legacy to them. Thus, whoever came here behaved with utmost reverence, not daring to act out of turn.
Today was the annual Ancestor God Sacrifice, the day when the Witch Clan honored Great God Pangu. Anyone with even a little ability would find a way to come and attend the grand gathering. The young powerhouses, in particular, would never miss it, for this was also the day when the Witch Clan's High Priest bestowed blessings upon warriors.
Though the valley was vast, far too many people had come. Before the ceremony even began, it was already packed to bursting. Quite a few young powerhouses had even begun sparring with one another inside the valley.
A young member of the Witch Clan with black scales growing on both shoulders sat on a stone platform, looking ahead. He was Xiang Zhou, the one who had fought Lu Feng that day.
In the direction he was looking stood a tall, massive pillar, with a man bound tightly to it. It was Lu Feng.