novelraw Chapter 105 The Witch Clan is stunned; the entire clan is wiped out?
Chapter 105 The Witch Clan is stunned; the entire clan is wiped out?
Chapter 105 The Witch Clan is stunned; the entire clan is wiped out?
Inside the palace, the great shamans saw their own corpses lying on the ground like dead dogs, ignored by everyone.
They were incredulous; their eyes widened!
How could the people of the Witch Clan be in such a miserable state?
This is...the future?
The numerous Ancestral Witches rose to their feet, staring in disbelief at the sky where, apart from the twelve Ancestral Witches, the eleven Ancestral Witches had all transformed into twelve giants, gazing towards Mount Buzhou. Their overwhelming aura was gradually dissipating.
They didn't even have time to think about why Houtu wasn't among them.
At this moment, I am witnessing firsthand the fall of the Ancestral Witches one by one.
"This can't be real!"
Houtu wept bitterly, "Senior, how could my entire Wu tribe have been wiped out?"
None of the witch clans believed it.
The strength of the Wu tribe is evident to all races.
Such a powerful race should not perish from the world.
Ling Xiao remained seated calmly, gazing upon the assembled ancestral witches, and declared, "The course of Heaven is constant; it does not exist for the sake of witches, nor does it perish for the sake of demons!"
"This is a small fragment of the future that I have captured from the long river of destiny."
"If all of them were to manifest, I would surely be condemned by heaven and earth."
He's lying again.
The goal is to make the Wu tribe aware that the eventual annihilation of the entire tribe is an inevitable outcome.
We also need to make them understand that only by changing can we perhaps change the future.
"I must find out exactly what happened in the future—the Witch Clan was wiped out!"
Dijiang's body radiated bursts of light; he was about to unleash the laws of space to return to the future.
however.
An ancient will has sealed off endless spatial dimensions.
Since Dijiang cannot find a spatial foothold, he naturally cannot travel to the future.
who is it?
Dijiang suddenly looked up, his expression furious.
Ling Xiao withdrew his thoughts from the Heaven-Deceiving Demon Lotus and said, "There must be a powerful figure blocking you. As for the future, it's best not to look forward to it."
Dijiang suddenly knelt down and said anxiously, "Please, senior, help us save our Wu clan! We are willing to pay any price!"
In an instant, all the ancestral witches bowed and paid homage to Lingxiao.
When it came to the survival of their race, they were momentarily at a loss.
All we can do is place our hopes on the god of fate.
Ling Xiao told them to get up, then sighed, "This matter isn't difficult in itself, but I need some time to think of a solution that satisfies both sides."
The ancestral witches were overjoyed.
then.
Lingxiao lived in the Wu tribe for another three hundred years.
During this time, the entire Wu tribe treated him with utmost respect.
The treasure trove of the Witch Clan is always open to him.
Houtu and Xuanming also developed feelings for each other through their interactions.
Ling Xiao was well aware of this, but he pretended not to have heard anything.
Heroes are often short-lived, and lovers are often deeply attached to each other; either one can be fatal!
This is the painful reward I gained from being hurt by a senior in college in my past life, and then taking a year to recover.
later.
Ling Xiao achieved great success and became invincible in the business world!
He entered the dating scene alone, and he was a dragon among men; beauties from different social classes fell at his feet.
He embraced beauties and indulged in revelry every night.
Ultimately, it's a transaction of power for sex and money for sex, disguised under the confusing concept of love.
I can never recapture that heart-pounding feeling from that summer when I kissed her cheek when I was seventeen.
The body experiences nightly pleasures, while the spirit remains trapped on an island of solitude—this is a contradiction, an inescapable state.
But the more he did this, the more he avoided talking about love and preferred to talk about money.
now.
The sunset glows and the lone wild goose fly together; the autumn waters blend seamlessly with the vast sky.
Riverside.
Lingxiao explained the key points of the Rain and Ice Law to Xuanming Houtu.
For the past three hundred years, he has been working to enhance the strength of the Wu clan before moving on to the next step of his plan.
Only by gaining the complete trust of the Witch Clan can one gradually transform the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan into a military alliance.
At this moment, as Ling Xiao finished speaking, Hou Tu and Xuan Ming benefited greatly.
The love in the two women's eyes could no longer be hidden.
In the primordial world, although the term "marriage" does not yet exist, the concept of "Daoist couple" has long existed.
However, how could they not know that marrying the Deity of Fate was a high-minded act?
But when emotions run deep, it's hard to control oneself.
Houtu was not in her original form at this moment. She was wearing a light yellow dress, and her appearance was absolutely stunning.
She came to Ling Xiao's side, looked up at the white-clad young man who was much taller than her, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with stars.
"Someone like you should have a child to inherit your skills... cough, forgive my bluntness, but do you have such a thought?"
Houtu, with her big, clear, yet somewhat foolish eyes, and her two small hands, held a flower and kept picking its petals...
Xuanming stamped his foot and transmitted his voice, "How...how could you ask that?"
Houtu's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she said, "Alright, then if it were you, how would you ask?"
"This isn't something to ask! First, find an opportunity to touch his hand. If he doesn't resist, just kiss him! Do I need to teach you what to do next? If you probe like this and he says he doesn't have that idea, you've both revealed your need and given him the opportunity to reject you."
Xuanming put his hand to his forehead and shook his head with a troubled expression.
It's hard to imagine that a group of great shamans would know that a beautiful ancestral shaman named Xuanming, who is as cold as an iceberg, would actually talk about these things.
If they knew, they would probably be speechless.
Even more unimaginable is that Houtu, the most beautiful ancestral witch among the witch clan, actually developed a love-struck mind...
Houtu was stunned after hearing what Xuanming said.
Touching hands, then kissing...
Two steps.
it is good.
I've noted it down.
Looking at the endless sunset, Ling Xiao slowly said, "Wish me to be full of vigor and ambition, but don't wish me to have a son soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure vanished from the spot.
On his way back to the Witch Clan Temple, Ling Xiao glanced at the distant Chaos.
If one possesses supreme divine power in this lifetime, one can ultimately destroy Hongjun and imprison the Heavenly Dao!
Only then can one slowly seek, beyond power, money, status, and all worldly concerns, the legendary... love.
It should be pure, it should be spotless!
Only then could he be worthy of that seventeen-year-old boy whose eyes held the stars and the sea.
riverbank.
Xuanming's pretty face was filled with melancholy as she stared blankly at the sky and sighed, "Little sister, next time you want to do something, why don't you discuss it with your older sister?"
She truly loved the God of Fate.
I want to be with him.
Every time she was close to him, she felt her blood boil.
She couldn't explain why.
All I know is that a day apart feels like three autumns...
Later, she wanted to keep the God of Destiny permanently within the Witch Clan.
Upon hearing this, Houtu's beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she said, "I have a plan that can restore the sight of my sisters and me from the shadows!"
Xuanming looked at her with surprise, remaining silent in thought.
Houtu beckoned to her, and Xuanming leaned closer, feeling a warm breath on her ear, accompanied by whispered secrets...
After a long while, Xuanming, his face beaming with joy, placed his hands on Houtu's shoulders and said, "Good sister! You are truly a genius! Alright, let's do as you say. Let's split up and get to work!"
"After we win him over, we'll divide the time into ten thousand years. The first five thousand years will be with me, the next four thousand years with you, and the last thousand years we'll spend together with him. He'll be so lucky."
"Fine! What can I do? I'm the younger sister."
……
As soon as Ling Xiao returned to the Witch Clan Temple, he felt familiar auras spreading out from him.
He suddenly looked up, and when he saw that it was the two brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
Good guy!
You brothers were sent to the Eastern Lands to abduct disciples, so what are you doing here?
"Demon of Fate, come out and face your death!"
Just as the many ancestral witches were about to welcome and receive Zhunti, they heard Zhunti let out a thunderous roar that resounded throughout the entire Buzhou Mountain.
(End of this chapter)