“Witch… Witch Envoy!” Xiang Fu and the older generation of Witch Clan people stared blankly at Ye Chu, their eyes wide. “I should have thought of it long ago. Suddenly appearing to save my Witch Clan, able to enter my Witch Clan city. What else could you be but the Witch Envoy? It is laughable that this old man failed to recognise the divine envoy…”
An Fu and the older generation cultivators knelt before Ye Chu, kowtowing to him as they said, “Witch Envoy, I beg you to help my clan, to let my clan rise again to glory.”
“Village Chief and elders, have you made a mistake? I am not some Witch Envoy.” Ye Chu reached out to help An Fu and the others up. He also had a headache dealing with these people. A group of people kneeling at every turn. Was this some kind of hobby of theirs?
“The Witch Clan heritage has survived until now, leaving almost nothing behind. But there is one sentence we remember very clearly.” Xiang Fu answered Ye Chu, “He who draws the altar pattern is the Witch Envoy!”
“I am not even one of your Witch Clan people. How could I be the Witch Envoy?” Ye Chu said to the crowd, “Have you made a mistake?”
An Fu shook his head and said, “My clan worships the Witch God. Below him is the Witch Envoy. During the Desolate Ancient period when my clan was at its peak, there were once over a hundred Witch Envoys. They were the strongest people of my clan. Only the Witch Envoys grasped my clan’s cultivation methods. And any Witch Envoy was judged by the standard of being able to draw the pattern on the altar. Since the young master can draw it, then you are my clan’s Witch Envoy. Heaven does not destroy my Witch Clan. The Witch God has actually dispatched a Witch Envoy to come help my clan revive.”
Ye Chu stood there dumbstruck, staring blankly at the excited crowd. Looking at the pattern beneath him, how could he accept that he had somehow become the Witch Envoy?
“I beg the envoy to grant my clan the cultivation methods!” An Fu prostrated himself on the ground, pleading with Ye Chu.
“Village Chief An Fu, you have not known me for just one day. Do you think I could possibly be your clan’s Witch Envoy?” Ye Chu shook his head. “I can draw the pattern because of other reasons. These reasons are not easy to explain to you, but I am absolutely not your clan’s Witch Envoy.”
“No matter which clan you belong to at this moment, as long as you can draw the altar pattern, you are the Witch Envoy.” Xiang Fu answered firmly, his eyes full of piety.
“Damn!” Ye Chu cursed in a low voice, thinking that these people were truly stubborn. Was faith really this strong? After so many years, a single sentence was still revered like a divine oracle!
“Later you will know I am not your Witch Envoy!” Ye Chu did not explain further. He continued to sketch out the unfinished patterns. And just as he finished sketching the patterns, the spring in his qi sea suddenly trembled. A strange power surged into the pattern. The pattern instantly blazed with light. At the altar, a huge vortex appeared. Within the vortex, a door stood upright upon the altar. As it slowly opened, ten thousand rays of light appeared.
“You truly are the Witch Envoy. If not for the Witch God’s messenger, how could you open the altar?” Xiang Fu and the others were extremely excited.
Ye Chu and Ye Jingyun also widened their eyes. Yang Hui was even muttering at the side, “Young Master, could you really be their Witch Envoy? Even their own clansmen could not open the altar, yet you actually opened it.”
“Damn, how the hell would I know the reason!” Ye Chu cursed in a low voice, thinking that he was definitely not that whatever Witch Envoy. Recalling the tremble in his qi sea just now, Ye Chu immediately understood. This should be due to the black iron.
“Let’s go in and look!” Ye Chu pulled Xiang Fu up, and together with them walked into the wide open door.
Walking inside, it was a huge space. And in this space, people stood on both sides. Ye Jingyun merely glanced at these people, and immediately cried out in shock, “Witch Clan!”
Ye Chu fixed his eyes and looked over. His heart was also incomparably shaken. The people standing in this space were actually Witch Clan people. Every one of their physical characteristics was identical to the Witch Clan. Various patterns interwove upon their bodies. Their bodies were strong. Standing there, they were like a great mountain, giving people boundless oppressive force.
“Ancestors!” An Fu and the others also could not believe it, staring blankly at these people.
“Something is wrong. They are not alive!” After the shock, Ye Chu again furrowed his brows, looking at those people standing there like wooden statues. Their eyes were all dim and without light. Their bodies had no vitality whatsoever. Apart from that Mount Tai-like terrifying oppressive force, there were no signs of life whatsoever.
Ye Chu stepped forward a few paces, wanting to look carefully at these people. But as soon as he walked a few steps, he felt a momentum suppressing down upon him. Ye Chu almost did not even have a chance to resist, and directly spat blood while flying backward.
A dignified sovereign, and moreover an Xuangu realm expert far exceeding ordinary sovereigns, yet he was suppressed by the other party’s momentum until he spat blood and flew backward. This was simply inconceivable. What kind of realm would one need to reach to accomplish this?
Ye Jingyun and the others tensed their bodies, pulling Tan Miaotong and preparing to flee. But they discovered that as long as they did not step into their area, these people would not attack. Each one stood there, just like bamboo.
Ye Jingyun and Tan Miaotong exchanged a glance. They suddenly thought of something, and simultaneously cried out, “They are Witch Guards!”
“What are Witch Guards?” Ye Chu used the liquid drops of the demon spirit bamboo to nourish himself, and only then did he stabilise his injuries. For Ye Chu to use demon spirit liquid drops to repair his injuries, one could see how great the damage was this time. And this was merely a strand of momentum. If they truly struck out, then this life would truly be forfeited here.
Xiang Fu stared blankly at these people. When he heard Ye Chu’s question while in a daze, he then answered, “After my clansmen die, they are refined by secret methods into Witch Guards. Because my clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, only cultivating the physical body. So after death, the Witch people look exactly the same as in life. Even their strength is preserved at eighty or ninety percent. My clan has a thin population, so after death, the Witch people will voluntarily transform into Witch Guards to protect the Witch Clan.”
“You mean, these are all dead Witch Clan people, and their strength is at eighty or ninety percent of what it was in life?” Ye Chu clicked his tongue, unable to accept this fact. How terrifying were the Witch people of the Desolate Ancient period? With eighty or ninety percent of their strength, that was simply heaven defying. No wonder the other party merely displayed a bit of momentum, and he was seriously injured.
Ye Chu looked into the distance. He saw that before these Witch people stood a huge stone tablet. Ye Chu could not see clearly what was written on the stone tablet. But he knew this was one of the Witch Clan’s most precious things.
“Village Chief, this time we truly cannot proceed further. These Witch Guards are too terrifying. I nearly lost my life just now!” Ye Chu sighed, not daring to step forward anymore.
“Witch Envoy need not worry. This old man can indeed lead you forward!” Xiang Fu suddenly laughed, looking at Ye Chu as he said, “Witch Envoy, follow me!”
Ye Chu frowned, watching Xiang Fu stride forward, not knowing what method he had to resist the Witch Guards.
“Be careful. You are ordinary people. If this momentum sweeps across you, you will certainly die!”