Witch Wind

Chapter 378 The Unrighteous Clan (Part 1)

The Tower of Creation, carried by the stardust wind, flowed into the battlefield, lightly passing by the warships.

No one knows.

No one noticed.

Xing Tianli frowned as he surveyed the fighting creatures.

Hmm, his facial features are similar to those of the Kyushu people, and he has a refined and handsome air about him, which fits the aesthetic of the Kyushu people.

However, they were all slender, even those body cultivators clad in heavy armor, their figures matching the ancient poem—"King Chu loved slender waists!"
This is an extremely elegant and intelligent race. In particular, both men and women have a pair of huge, emerald-green wings on their backs, with a wingspan as long as two or three times their height.

These wings are gorgeous, shimmering and colorful, and quite lovely.

The wings of those celestial beings were adorned with extremely dazzling feathers in shades of dark silver, light gold, and amber, making them appear even more ethereal.

In the mythology of Kyushu, the kingfisher is an extremely auspicious celestial bird. With its slender figure and beautiful face, Xing Tianli found them pleasing to the eye and longed to keep a group of them as servants.

However, for some reason, when Xing Tianli looked at these guys, he felt that there was a sinister aura about them that made people feel uneasy and disgusted.

The Tower of Creation arrived at the gate of the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple. Behind it, dozens of miles away, a female celestial being unleashed another powerful attack—whoosh! A sky full of multicolored flames rolled up strands of extremely fine light needles, which fell like meteors and enveloped dozens of enemy warships.

On average, each warship in both battle formations had two or three Celestial Immortals on board.

Upon unleashing this powerful attack, the opposing celestial being hastily summoned various dazzling and exquisite celestial artifacts to defend themselves. With a series of clanging sounds, the light needles struck the artifacts, exploding into countless dazzling points of light, much like fireworks.

The opposing celestial being was just a few unlucky souls whose cultivation was inferior to this female immortal. Their immortal artifacts were breached, and they were left covered in blood.

That's all.

However, the dozens of warships and millions of armored soldiers below were in dire straits.

A barrage of light needles rained down, indiscriminately covering the dozens of warships. Even with the celestial beings above blocking many of the needles, nearly a million armored soldiers were still struck. The needles pierced through their armor, riddling these physical cultivators with holes.

Those body cultivators at the Human Immortal and Earth Immortal levels possessed remarkably strong vitality and were fortunate enough to survive.

Meanwhile, the low-level body cultivators, who made up 99% of the total, were on the verge of death, their blood flowing continuously from the gaps in their armor, staining the dozens of warships red.

The other party, a celestial being, launched into a tirade of curses, hurling insults like "wicked woman" and "bitch."

Meanwhile, on the female immortal's side, several male immortals were also furious, gesturing wildly and hurling insults at her, such as 'difficult to cultivate,' 'resources of the sect,' 'too much consumption,' and 'the elders will blame her.'

The two sides were spitting at each other, making quite a scene.

Xing Tianli has arrived at the gate of Wanfo Leiyin Temple.

Upon reaching the palm of the reclining Buddha, one discovers that this small temple has a rather magnificent gate. The double gate alone is thirty zhang high and twenty zhang wide, and on the left and right sides of the gate stand statues of the Four Heavenly Kings and the Eight Vajras.

These twelve statues, radiant with light and faintly showing traces of array patterns, were clearly the key array elements of an extremely powerful protective array. However, at this moment, all twelve statues were broken, and the upper parts of several statues were shattered.

Even the two large doors had collapsed, and various through-and-through wounds, marks left by swords, lightning, and the like, were clearly visible on the doors.

Even the reclining Buddha that supports the temple, upon closer inspection, reveals that the reclining Buddha is covered in cracks from head to toe, as if it were a piece of porcelain that had been broken and glued together, and could shatter into pieces at any moment.

There was originally a very strong Buddhist aura remaining inside this reclining Buddha.

At this moment, Buddhist aura was constantly emanating from those cracks. According to Xing Tianli's judgment, at most three to five hundred years later, this reclining Buddha would completely collapse.

After putting away the Tower of Creation, the group entered the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas Thunder Sound.

Upon entering, Xing Tianli suddenly felt a pang of unease. At his level, everything in the world, from a grain of sand to a leaf, could evoke inexplicable feelings and convey boundless information to him.

Upon entering the temple, Xing Tianli felt a strong sense of resentment, confusion, grief, and anger permeating the air.

The sound of chanting Buddhist mantras filled the air, and countless faint voices kept repeating, "Buddha is merciful, why is this? Buddha is merciful? What is it for?"

"Mercy, mercy!"

"Good, good!"

"Wrong, wrong!"

"Completely wrong, utterly wrong!"

"Compassion is unacceptable... Compassion is not allowed!"

"This world is so dark...this human heart is so treacherous..."

"I was wrong."

"This humble monk was wrong."

"This humble monk was wrong..."

"Wrong..."

"Wrong..."

"Wrong..."

In the air, faint, blood-soaked figures appeared, silently hovering and chanting Buddhist mantras. Thick blood gushed from their bodies like a fountain, their forms constantly collapsing and disintegrating, only to slowly, bit by bit, reform.

Xing Tianli looked at these blood-red figures.

They weren't even remnant souls; they were merely the overly intense resentment of certain cultivators before their deaths, which was fiercely etched into this space, into the bricks, beams, pillars, dust, and blades of grass nearby...

When Xing Tianli and the others entered, the resentment sensed certain qualities in them and was thus triggered.

These resentments seemed to want to say something to them.

But they aren't even remnants of souls, so what can they possibly explain?
Several exceptionally intense resentful spirits slowly drifted to the main gate of the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple, their eyes flashing with extremely venomous blood light, staring intently at the two fleets that were engaged in a fierce battle outside.

'Splash!'
Both sides have powerful celestial beings who can use magical arts to summon wind and rain.

The wind and clouds changed color, lightning surged, and raindrops fell like arrows, causing the two armies of body cultivators who were charging at each other to be in a sorry state. At least a hundred warships had their armored soldiers' formations broken. Amidst the urgent sound of horns, these warships, covered in thick blood and countless corpses, slowly retreated to the rear.

Xing Tianli frowned.

Well, those high and mighty celestial beings are all 'kingfishers' with wings on their backs.

However, among those heavily armored, frantically charging body cultivators, the most powerful and eye-catching Earth Immortals and Human Immortals all possessed a pair of enormous emerald green wings on their backs.

However, among those at the very bottom, among those low-level body cultivators, many were actually descendants of the Nine Provinces. The reason they looked as 'slender' as those winged creatures was clearly because they were extremely hungry, so hungry that they had become thin, skin and bones, with waists as slender as those 'kingfishers'.

Upon closer inspection, among the frenzied body cultivators charging forward, only about half of the low-level body cultivators possessed wings. The remaining 95% or more were descendants of the Nine Provinces.

Moreover, those half-formed kingfisher cultivators, their armor gleaming with gold, clearly belonged to generals.

The armor worn by the descendants of Kyushu was pitch black and had no markings; they were the lowest-ranking cannon fodder.

One powerful immortal technique after another descended, causing heavy losses to both sides. Just now, Xing Tianli's attention was focused on the celestial immortals on both sides, and he hadn't paid much attention to these lower-level body cultivators. But now, after taking a closer look, he realized that among those lower-level body cultivators, those generals in magnificent armor, even if they were hit by the immortal techniques, only one or two out of ten actually perished.

Those descendants of Kyushu fell like wheat being harvested by a sickle, falling in large swathes without any power to resist.

The warships of both sides slowly retreated. The two celestial beings seemed to have expended a great deal of magical power. They retreated thousands of miles and returned to an island that was floating in the air.

On both sides, a large number of warships stained with blood withdrew.

One by one, kingfishers with feathered backs flapped their wings and flew onto the warships. They took out gourds shrouded in spiritual light, pointed them at the warships, and the blood plasma and the essence blood from the corpses flew out, transforming into long streaks of bloody light that continuously flowed into the gourds of spiritual light.

Soon, these warships were completely cleared away, and not a trace of blood remained in the gaps between the decks.

The kingfishers flew away carrying heavy gourds, while more armored soldiers silently approached from other warships. They deftly and mechanically removed the armor from the fallen soldiers and neatly stacked it aside.

The corpses of these Kyushu descendants, whose life essence had been drained, were thrown into large stone mortars shrouded in spiritual light.

With a series of 'bangs,' the shriveled corpse was pounded into extremely fine powder in a few strokes of the stone mortar. The mountain of powder was collected and handed over to a flock of kingfishers, who then carried it directly to the nearest star.

Both sides operated in this way.

The bodies of these fallen descendants of the Kyushu people were pounded into powder and scattered directly onto the nearest stars, into patches of vibrant fields. In those neat, crisscrossing fields, various crops grew exceptionally well.

It is believed that with the powder from the corpses of these descendants of Kyushu serving as fertilizer, these fields will become increasingly fertile, and the crops will naturally grow better and better. It will be overflowing with spiritual energy and rich in nutrients!
The kingfishers carrying gourds flew into the nearest stars.

They arrived at a towering stone peak, where clusters of lush green trees stood together, each with three to five nests. Inside each nest was a bird egg the size of a human head, and on each egg lay a delicate, weak female kingfisher, quietly resting.

These female kingfishers are clearly practicing cultivation.

They lay prostrate on the bird eggs, their bodies surging with magical power, and wisps of primordial energy within them circulated along strange trajectories.

The kingfisher, returning from the battlefield, flew over happily, carrying a gourd filled with the essence and blood of the Miao people from the Nine Provinces.

They approached the female kingfishers who were incubating their eggs and carefully fed them a small sip of the essence blood from the gourds. As a result, the females' aura suddenly strengthened, and the circulation speed of the primordial qi within their bodies also increased slightly.

They then dripped a few drops of their blood onto the incubated bird eggs.

These pale green bird eggs, with just a slight shake, allow the essence and blood to be quickly absorbed by the shell, thus strengthening the aura within them.

'Thump, thump thump!'
While these kingfishers were busy, in the void, on the battlefield, within the military formations composed of ten thousand warships spanning a hundred miles on each side, hundreds of warships slowly sailed out.

Large groups of body-cultivating armored warriors poured out of the ship's cabins, forming neat military formations, breathing heavily, and shouting battle horns as they quickly arrayed themselves on the twenty-mile-wide deck.

Each warship carried nearly 100,000 armored soldiers.

The two sides' hundred warships clashed fiercely, and arrows flew everywhere. Various ranged weapons spewed firepower, and javelins, discus, caltrops and other weapons crisscrossed the dense formation, tearing long streaks of blood in the process.

Behind the battle formation, on a floating island, a clear, silvery bell rang out.

Two or three hundred celestial beings from each side slowly flew out, forming groups of two or three, and each arrived at a warship, where they faced off against the opposing celestial beings from dozens of miles away.

Various immortal swords and artifacts, each carrying a wisp of light, pierced through the air to assassinate.

Slightly behind each side's camp, three to five celestial beings, under the cover of their companions, swallowed pills, chanted incantations, and formed hand seals, gradually accumulating magical power in preparation for unleashing powerful celestial spells.

Xing Tianli's face was gloomy.

Before he could speak, Liu Jing had already made her move. With a clap of her small hand, wisps of mist emerged from the wide sleeves of her black robe and quickly disappeared into the wind.

“These birdmen are so hateful. Those vicious hunks from Yaksha Star have to sneak around to eat something... But here, they do it so naturally…” Liu Jing was speechless and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

“It’s like an assembly line operation,” Xing Tianli said slowly. “We, the descendants of the Nine Provinces, have become their… fertilizer and baby formula…”

Xing Tianli gritted his teeth slightly.

As Liu Jing's cultivation level increased, the power of the witchcraft she casually unleashed naturally became more terrifying, and its variations became more unpredictable.

Wisps of extremely faint mist enveloped the entire battlefield in an instant.

With a 'whoosh,' all the pure-blooded descendants of Kyushu on the battlefield fainted—this kind of voodoo was just the most common sleeping potion to the Kyushu bloodline; no matter how much they ate, a good night's sleep would make everything alright.

But as for other races...

On the battlefield, whether they were celestial immortals, earth immortals, human immortals, or even the 'kingfishers' among the body-cultivating generals, their bodies swayed at the same time. With a 'poof' sound, countless green blood blisters appeared on their skin. The 'slap slap' sound was incessant. Each thumb-sized blood blister burst open like a firecracker, and blood could spray seven or eight feet away.

Celestial beings fell, one after another.

Both sides, totaling four or five hundred celestial beings, let out mournful cries and fell from the sky like raindrops.

Those body-cultivating warriors, including human immortals and earth immortals, all perished one after another.

Soon, all the kingfishers' bodies collapsed, turning into pools of pus and blood that fell onto the deck of the warship.

In the distance, behind the battle lines of both sides, on two floating islands, powerful celestial beings took to the air. They sounded sharp horns in a state of shock and anger, and the warships of both sides retreated at full speed, leaving the battlefield in no time.

Several kingfishers, whose auras were nearly at the half-step Golden Immortal realm, arrived at the battlefield, bringing with them a wisp of emerald light.

Frustrated, they frantically formed hand seals and chanted incantations, sending wisps of dim immortal light descending from the sky in an attempt to cleanse the invisible, intangible aura of witchcraft permeating the battlefield. However, no matter their efforts, Liu Jing's cultivation was far superior to theirs, especially his mastery of the Dao of Poison, which far surpassed theirs.

Useless.

The celestial light cast by these kingfishers had absolutely no effect on dispelling the poison released by the banner.

In the short span of half a cup of tea, all the kingfishers on the entire battlefield, whether lowly ones, carrying heavy armor and fighting fiercely on warships, or high and mighty ones, carrying clouds, celestial birds, and celestial beasts, freely releasing celestial swords, celestial artifacts, and celestial spells in the air, as long as they had a pair of magnificent wings on their backs, were all poisoned, fell to the ground, and died.

Without exception, they all died suddenly.

This was still the case for Liu Jing, a newcomer who hadn't yet grasped the laws of this world, nor did she know what had happened here, what races existed, what bloodlines existed, or what had transpired. She had merely, on the most rudimentary impulse, casually sprinkled a wisp of the most primal voodoo...

And so, this is the effect.

On both sides, there were more than 10,000 warships, each about 100 miles long, with seven to eight celestial beings on each warship taking turns fighting... In total, more than 200,000 celestial beings perished.

Around the battlefield, bugle calls sounded continuously, and urgent shouts and cries rose incessantly.

Xing Tianli pointed towards the battlefield outside and gently tapped Black Hyena's chest with one finger. Black Hyena nodded vigorously, walked out of the Wanfo Leiyin Temple with its head held high, and stood upright at the temple gate.

He carried a thick, heavy mace, a Taiyi Immortal Soldier-level weapon, and exhaled wisps of hot air. His eyes were filled with fervor as he watched the chaotic battlefield, where the two opposing camps were in disarray. At this moment, Black Hyena wished that the kingfishers would form an array to attack him, so that he could digest more of the World Mother Tree's primordial liquid stored in his body and become even stronger.

Xing Tianli, accompanied by Liu Jing and the three women, and Zhong Nu, stepped into the Wanfo Leiyin Temple.

Following the slightly moss-covered stone path, Xing Tianli and his entourage moved slowly forward.

Around them, the lingering resentments let out low sighs. They drifted towards Xing Tian Li, reached out, and gently touched Xing Tian Li's limbs. A faint, eerie light gradually flowed into Xing Tian Li's body, and then the figures formed from these resentments completely dissipated.

The further Xing Tianli went, the more intense his anger became.

(End of this chapter)