The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 197 - 143: Chaos Crystal Wall, Witch Tribe Predicament

Chapter 197: Chapter 143: Chaos Crystal Wall, Witch Tribe Predicament

Based on the vague sensations transmitted from the Three Corpses Body in the Primordial World, Li Qingming knew that the spatial barrier must be deep within the Chaotic Void.

The vast Chaotic Void was pitch black, appearing as a sprinkling of distant stars at ground level when gazing at the sky. Yet within the void, it was extraordinarily cold, devoid of any living beings and completely lacking in the rocks of metal and wood.

In this expansive space, there was not the slightest trace of life. Li Qingming moved through the chaos like a swift fish, quick as lightning. The infinite Chaos Qi enshrouded him layer by layer. The gray Chaos Qi, full of eroding power, tried time and again to penetrate the Yuqing Light Screen protecting Li Qingming’s body, but each attempt was in vain.

"The Chaotic Void is too vast, everywhere is a deathtrap, eternal and boundless, yet it is difficult to find a source of life!" Li Qingming sighed lightly. He had departed from Earth in the Human World and had been traveling alone for an unknown length of time, all he encountered was darkness and biting cold, without a sound, an eternal solitude through the ages.

Suddenly, a "sizzling" sound came from the front, and the endless Chaos Qi began to surge wildly, rushing like swallows returning to their nests towards a point not far away.

At that point ahead, there were no stars, no light, nothing was visible—pitch-black as ink, so dark one could not see their own fingers. A silent point was swallowing Chaos Qi, and a vast spatial barrier, invisible in form and matter, became more concentrated and solidified under the reinforcement of the Chaos Qi.

"Hu! Finally arrived!" Li Qingming gently touched the crystal clear, glass-like spatial barrier and sighed softly, "I didn’t expect that what connects this world to other parallel worlds is merely this thin layer of spatial barrier. Interesting!"

This dark expanse of starlight stretched on indefinitely. To bypass this layer of spatial barrier seemed to Li Qingming a blind and unwise choice. Now, the only method was to discern the direction first, then forcibly blast open the spatial barrier. The long-remembered Chaotic Channel was fresh in Li Qingming’s memory. That bleakness and chillness were enough to drive one insane. He was not about to act recklessly before determining the direction.

"Boom!"

Li Qingming’s eyes sparked like lightning, his blood roaring like a tsunami, deafening. Waves of powerful Yuqing Qi tumbled furiously like streams of green Immortal Fire, illuminating the entire depths of the Chaos.

"Break!"

Behind Li Qingming, a virtual image of a panda suddenly formed, its fur flying, its presence majestically towering, as if an eternal Barbaric Beast lay dormant there. With Li Qingming’s shout, the panda suddenly raised its right front paw and brutally stomped towards the Chaos Crystal Wall ahead.

"Boom!"

A violent roar stirred up layers of waves, and the powerful Qi Force shattered the space within tens of miles. The gray Chaos Qi tumbled and leaped, replenishing the attacked point on the spatial barrier. The spatial barrier, barely breached, was restored in the blink of an eye to its original state and even became more solid than before.

Li Qingming’s hair flew wildly, the Qing light in his palm instantly turned pitch black as ink, deeply imprinting in Li Qingming’s Primordial Spirit Sea the destructive attribute of One of the Escaped, once again revealing its power to the world.

"Again!"

The panda’s eyes shone brightly, its mouth agape. Above its head, an Eight Diagrams appeared. Inside the Eight Diagrams infused with the essence of Taoism, a Tai Chi Diagram emerged, with two Yin Yang Fish embracing each other, as if they had been there since ancient times.

At this moment, the space twisted, and the light was hazy. The Eight Diagrams’ runes for Qian, Kun, Xun, Dui, Gen, Zhen, Li, and Kan flashed brilliantly. Streams of Chaotic Spirit Qi, coming from an unknown source Jie Yin, were frantically absorbed by the panda’s virtual image. Columns of spirit Qi, thick as barrels, plunged deep into the Void. The panda’s virtual image raised its right front paw and started hammering furiously.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A powerful breath burst forth from behind the Crystal Wall, shattering the spatial barrier within ten yards. Li Qingming’s eyes flashed continually, reconfirming the direction before shooting forth.

Soon after Li Qingming departed, a burly man with knotted muscles appeared abruptly in front of the damaged Crystal Wall.

"Goddammit, why does there always have to be madmen destroying the Chaos Crystal Wall. The first time, it was a wretched old man with a yellow eel main body, and this time it’s a young, twisted kid! Life is unbearable like this!" The man shook his explosive arms, the light continuously flashing in his hands, and a simple axe appeared.

With a swing of the man’s axe, Chaos Qi from hundreds of thousands of miles around was sucked over and slowly took shape, ultimately forming a tripod furnace entirely made of Chaos Qi. The furnace was a hundred zhang tall, and the mouth was even big enough to swallow mountains.

The man waved his hand in the air, and rare Innate Refining Materials from the Primordial World flew out of his storage space and into the Chaos Tripod Furnace.

"You bastards are really pushing me! Today, I’m going to completely condense this boundless Chaos Crystal Wall once more. Nobody will even think about stepping into my Pangu World! Go to hell, damn it!" The man murmured quietly, yet his eyes were filled with madness and pride.

...

On the other side, the icy Chaos Channel was silent and boundless in darkness; the desolate ancient path through the void flickered with occasional starlight, which vanished in a moment. This was Li Qingming’s journey.

Once again traversing the severed Chaos Channel, Li Qingming walked with much more elegance and composure than his first time. A month ago, he returned to the real world reluctantly, dragging his battered body. Now, with cultivation that could rival Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun, it could be said that misfortune had turned into a blessing!

But could this fellow safely return to the Primordial World?

...

After Li Qingming disappeared, about a thousand years passed in the Primordial World. During these thousand years, nothing major happened between the Witch and Demon Clans; every day the Demon Race lived leisurely as usual. On the other hand, the Witch Tribe strictly followed the commands of the Ancestor Witches and mixed with the Human Clan.

Each day, Humans labored from sunrise, while the Witches hunted at the crow of the rooster. The Humans’ simple kindness and hardworking nature won the trust of the Witches, while the Witches’ sincerity, bravery, and hospitality gained the Humans’ favor. Between the two clans, there even appeared cases of intermarriage. It was hard to imagine how the burly and hot-tempered Witch men, or the beautiful yet warlike Witch women, managed to win the hearts of Human lads and lasses.

Regardless of how they did it, this was ultimately a good thing.

The intermarriage between Witches and Humans didn’t attract much attention from the Primordial Great Powers because they considered the extremely weak Human Clan to be insignificant, not only Di Jun but also the other great gods of the Primordial didn’t take Humans seriously.

That being said, some Primordial Great Powers still kept an eye on the Humans, like The Three Pure Ones, like Netherworld River, like the lineage of Penglai Island, and of course, Zhen Yuanzi. Besides these forces, there was also Nuwa from Outer Heaven.

Since creating Humans, aside from Laozi who regarded the establishment of the Human Clan as a means to achieve saintliness, Nuwa had not paid much attention to Humans. However, as the Human Clan developed steadily and their Qi Fortune grew increasingly dense, it also drew some attention from Nuwa.

One day, at the Ancestral Witch Hall of Mount Buzhou.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches, as usual, began their daily small-scale meeting.

Di Jiang sat firmly on his stone chair, but his brows were tightly knotted in apparent worry. Sure enough, Di Jiang lightly tapped the table and said: "Our Witch Clan is derived from the Essence Blood of the Pangu God; once our True Spirit perishes, it will completely return to the earth, unable to be brought back! Although the Primordial Continent is still relatively calm, the inevitable Catastrophe that occurs every Twelve Yuan Hui cannot be avoided. Now, our Witch Clan has only so many people. Moreover, it is difficult for Witch men and women to produce offsprings. Tell me, what should we do?

None of the seated Ancestor Witches had ever considered this issue. Yes! There are still eleven Yuan Hui before the second Primordial Catastrophe, and there is plenty of time. These fellows spend their days only cultivating and fighting, never considering such problems.

"Older brother, why don’t you enter the long river of time and take a look?" Upon hearing this problem, the first solution that came to Zhu Rong’s mind was to ask Zhu Jiuyin to spy in the river of time.

Zhu Jiuyin had no choice as his innate Law was the Way of Time.

The golden river of time was ever gushing, constantly filled with surging tides that covered the sky. When Zhu Jiuyin entered a trance and stepped into the river of time, the deafening roar of the waves rang out, accompanied by the near-audible sound of waves cleansing the world.

Zhu Jiuyin manifested the Ancestor Witch True Body, and the robust serpent deity traveled downstream along the river of time. Within the glittering river of destiny, images of Humans, Demons, and Witches appeared from time to time—an assortment of chaotic and jumbled scenes!

It’s unknown how much time had passed when suddenly, a scene caught his eye.

It was an ordinary Witch tribe, where the tall and burly Witches wore naïve smiles, going out with their petite and delicate Human companions at sunrise and returning at sunset, essentially living together in all aspects of life.

Several children who weren’t Witches but closely resembled them stood on a nearby hillside, practicing Martial Technique with Witch children and performing the exercises of the laws of attributes. They even cultivated True Yuan alongside Human children, deducing Taoism.

This scene greatly shocked Zhu Jiuyin; where did these children come from who were so intimate with the Witch young ones?

Moving forward without knowing the distance, Zhu Jiuyin found nothing. By the time he emerged from the river of time, he was drenched in sweat, his face pale as paper.

Ancestor Witch of Wood, Ju Mang, stepped forward a few steps and infused Zhu Jiuyin with life-filled Origin Power. After a while, Zhu Jiuyin’s complexion finally returned to normal.

"Older brother, how’s the situation?" Zhu Rong’s eyes blazed as he anxiously questioned.

Zhu Jiuyin glanced at the Ancestor Witches and exhaled a breath of stale air, saying, "From the river of time, I saw many children who were shorter than our Witch children, yet stouter than Human kids. They practiced Martial Techniques alongside our Witch children. They learned Taoism together with Human kids. I... I don’t know why!" freeweɓnøvel.com

The Ancestor Witches looked at each other, each seeing the confusion in the other’s eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend and vote monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)