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Wei Chen and Shaohou were both filled with shock. If it weren't for the Golden Wolf, they would have thought that the situation in the Witch Clan's Great Six was similar to that of the Endless Divine Realm and the Ancient World. The so-called Witch Beasts and magical creatures were merely ingredients used by humans for alchemy.
It was hard to imagine that there were still things in the vast universe that humanity could not conquer.
Especially in a formidable world like the Witch Clan's Great Six, how could there be a situation where the beast tribes dominated half of the territory?
Listening to the Golden Wolf, Wei Chen felt that his future was bleak!
Although his current goal was simply to cultivate to a certain level, return to the Endless Divine Realm, kill those from the Upper Realm, and destroy the Bloodshed Shop, in reality, as time went on, people's hearts would change. The Warrior's Heart and Strong Heart had already found a stronger path for cultivation; who would give up halfway?
The matters of the Endless Divine Realm and the Demon Domain could be temporarily set aside. Pursuing a stronger cultivation realm was the deepest desire within every warrior's heart.
Even though during quiet nights, Wei Chen would still think of the women waiting for him in the Demon Domain, without the most powerful strength, what could he do upon returning? When a great crisis looms, one realizes that strength is always paramount. Powerful strength can protect everything; without it, one has nothing.
So even though his heart was filled with longing, Wei Chen would not inexplicably return, especially in the Witch Clan's Great Six. Listening to the Golden Wolf's tone, it sounded fraught with danger!
However, Wei Chen did not care about any of that. In fact, only in places filled with danger could opportunities for growth arise, right?
At the same time, a sword path Peak Expert destined to encounter Wei Chen was awakening on their journey—a sword path Peak Expert even more formidable than Shaohuang God King.
The Golden Wolf had left; it was a night filled with distant thunder.
In the northeast corner of Right Holy City stood a modest courtyard owned by the Yang Family, which had operated countless shops within Right Holy City.
Inside a dilapidated woodshed lit by an oil lamp, a weak flame flickered, revealing a thin yet somewhat handsome young man named Yang Liao. He was seriously chopping wood with an axe.
Despite having the bloodline of the Yang Family flowing through him, his status within the intricately factionalized Yang Residence was lowly—no different from that of a servant.
"What kind of scoundrels are they? If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be chopping firewood right now!"
Yang Liao straightened a round log, gripping the axe tightly in both hands, and brought it down with force. With a loud crack, the log split into two pieces.
That swing seemed to cleave away the evil in Yang Liao's heart, bringing a smile to his face.
"Father, it's not that I don't want to avenge you. In the Yang Family, I can barely fill my stomach, let alone practice martial arts."
"Mother, I want to find you, but I don't know where you are."
Yang Liao recalled the year he turned four when his Father and Mother took him to their estate in Mirror Lake Town to collect rent from their fields. On the way back, a group of formidable individuals killed his Father and took his Mother away. Despite her desperate pleas, they spared his life and flew off on a beast hundreds of times larger than an ordinary eagle.
Later, the Yang Family found him and brought him back to Yang Residence. After fruitless inquiries, they gave up. Yang Liao's father was merely a collateral branch of the Yang Family with average strength and low status. Without his Father's protection, Yang Liao gradually became a helper in the firewood shed.
"Next is the Family Test. Over these years, I've treated chopping wood as training; I must have gained at least ten thousand pounds of strength by now. When the time comes, I should stand out and the family will grant me a bedroom and enough food."
"After all, with ten thousand pounds of strength, I can be called a Witch. It shouldn't be too difficult to receive the same treatment as those Guardians."
A Witch, Middle Witch, Great Shaman—these were stages before reaching Shaman level and were hardly significant. However, in the Witch Clan world, it was a necessary step for young people aspiring to become Shamans. Wei Chen and Shaohou had already reached Shaman level upon arriving in the Witch Clan world, skipping over the stages of Witch, Middle Witch, and Great Shaman entirely.
Golden Wolf did not grant Wei Chen and Shaohou those three stages because he simply did not care about such low-level ranks.
As Yang Liao envisioned a life where he had his own bedroom and could eat until full with meat on his plate, two Guardians from Yang Residence pushed open the door.
"Brother Liu, Brother Lin, what brings you here?" Yang Liao quickly stood up, axe in hand, eyeing the two men warily.
The two Guardians often bullied Yang Liao under the pretense of being Lady Wei's confidants.
"Yang Liao, I'm sorry, but your brothers are here to send you off," Brother Liu sneered as he stepped forward, gripping Yang Liao's right arm and snatching the axe from his hand. Brother Lin quickly covered Yang Liao's mouth, raining punches down on his abdomen.
Yang Liao let out a few muffled sounds through his nose before losing consciousness from the pain.
"Don't leave any blood traces; just pour this poison down his throat."
Brother Liu took out a vial while Brother Lin pried open Yang Liao's mouth, allowing the toxic liquid to flow into him.
Moments later, Brother Liu pressed his hand against Yang Liao's neck. "No pulse. We need to hurry."
Brother Liu hoisted Yang Liao up, with Brother Lin leading the way. They turned several corners and dashed out of the Yang Residence, climbing into a horse-drawn carriage.
The carriage raced onward, heading straight for a mass grave located several miles from Right Holy City. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed as darkness enveloped the area, with crows cawing incessantly, creating a grim and terrifying atmosphere.
The two men felt a chill run down their spines as they quickly dug a shallow pit and tossed Yang Liao into it, covering him with a thin layer of dirt before making their escape.
As dark clouds clashed above, lightning illuminated the sky until finally, a torrential downpour began to fall.
A stream of water gathered, washing away the dirt that covered Yang Liao.
In the void above, two massive storm clouds seemed to glare at each other before swiftly colliding.
From the gap between them emerged a white Thunder Dragon, illuminating the space as brightly as day and casting light upon a pale face.
As if drawn by some mysterious force, the enormous Thunder Dragon suddenly dove down and struck Yang Liao with tremendous force. Strangely enough, instead of blasting his body apart, it flowed down like a waterfall into a pool of water.
Yang Liao's body was that very pool.
The moment it touched his body, everything was drawn into him with a single breath. A sphere of light, escorted by the Thunder Dragon, dove into Yang Liao's Sea of Consciousness.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion jolted everyone in Eastern River County from their slumber.
The immense sound caused the sphere of light deep within Yang Liao's Sea of Consciousness to suddenly burst, shooting out countless streams of sword energy!
Each stream of sword energy was a thought, wildly crashing against Yang Liao's Sea of Consciousness.
At the same time, within Yang Liao's Dantian, the Thunder Dragon roared and thrashed violently, gradually taking on a true dragon form!
The Silver Dragon let out a fierce roar, opening its mouth to unleash a sword that seemed both real and illusory!
The Earth Witch Power that already existed in Yang Liao's Dantian seemed unwilling to accept the invasion of this outsider. They gathered together, forming a sphere that spun faster and faster until it became frenzied!
At this moment, the Earth Witch Power within a ten-mile radius converged around Yang Liao as if moths drawn to a flame, rushing into his body. After circulating through his meridians, they surged into the Dantian, merging with the sphere and causing it to grow larger.
Provoked by the spinning sphere, the Thunder Dragon opened its mouth and unleashed bolts of lightning that struck fiercely at the Sphere.
Soon after, the illusory sword began to attack the Sphere as well.
Under the assault from both the Thunder Dragon and the sword, the Sphere exploded violently, revealing a Black Axe within Yang Liao's Dantian.
The Black Axe, Silver Dragon, and illusory sword engaged in a fierce battle inside Yang Liao's Dantian.
In the end, neither could overpower the other; they each claimed their territory, dividing Yang Liao's Dantian into three distinct parts.
Within Yang Liao's Dantian, three strange colors emerged.
Amidst the silver lightning, the Divine Dragon soared back and forth, occasionally roaring to vent its violent emotions.
In the black mist, an axe quietly hid, seemingly fearful of the Thunder Dragon.
In another area, a hazy aura concealed the shape of a sword, making it difficult to discern its presence.
Yang Liao remained lying still.
...
The torrential rain continued until noon, when the clouds parted to reveal sunlight that shone down on Yang Liao.
He lay in a muddy pit at the foot of the mountain, his body submerged in mud, with only his head exposed.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, then squinted slightly as two beams of light flickered and vanished.
"That large hand brought me into this body and left behind the words 'destroy the Witch Clan,' then just abandoned me?"
"To forcibly extract my soul, tear open space, and send me into this body with lightning—its owner's strength must be beyond comprehension."
"Compared to that person, what am I, Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai?"
At this thought, Yang Liao painfully clutched his head. "Fellow, in this life, I will be called Yang Liao. The name Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai will never be mentioned again."
As he spoke, his headache faded away.
“Soul Fusion... I can't believe this actually exists!”
He sat dazed in the mud, reminiscing about the glory of his past life.
“Debuting at eight, wielding a fierce and sharp sword, I competed with the heroes of He Shuo before reaching adulthood, never tasting defeat. Later, I switched to a soft sword and made a name for myself throughout the Western Regions.”
“Then I took up a blunt heavy sword and roamed freely. By the age of forty, I could turn anything—grass, wood, bamboo, stone—into a sword. Invincible in the martial world, I retreated into the mountains, no longer needing any sword; winning without a sword was better than having one!”
“I traversed for over thirty years, eliminating enemies and traitors, defeating countless heroes and champions. There was no one left to challenge me. In my life, I sought a worthy opponent but could never find one; being invincible is the loneliest state!”
“Yang Liao,” he murmured to himself, recalling that enormous hand.
Before his death, an aged and pale hand tore through the void and forcibly pulled his soul from his body.
He felt no fear or doubt; having returned to his true self long ago, he was like an observer watching that hand extract his soul and bring it to this world.
Before that great hand vanished, it transformed into the words “Destroy Witch Clan.”
“Witch Clan... Heh, according to Yang Liao's memories, Witch Clan should be a formidable race. That great hand brought me here to destroy Witch Clan; it truly holds me in high regard!”
Suddenly frowning, he thought again: “The owner of that great hand also sent me to the so-called Right Holy Academy to find someone named Wei Chen. Is that person supposed to be my ally?”
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