owadays, it’s impossible for us to stay hidden within our sect and live peacefully… Change will inevitably return. I have long sensed some shifts—perhaps a change in our way of survival, or perhaps an...The little boy was quite accustomed to the flying about, while I still felt a twinge of fear, clutching my husband's neck and daring not look down.

The woods below are filled with bizarre trees and plants I've never seen before.

Luo Hu Xingjun's sword qi split the forest into a chasm, his figure like a beam of light instantly catching up to us. But he had a perverse sense of amusement and deliberately didn't fly high, just above the trees. Seeing figures in dark green peeking out, he simply slashed down with his sword.

The splashing juice landed on the fresh leaves, emitting wisps of smoke.

"These juices seem poisonous." The little boy frowned and looked at me, "Little Princess, don't inhale the poisonous mist."

“…I should be fine, right You guys just be careful.” I held my nose.

But Luo Hu Xingjun's sword qi entered the mountain, and he didn't know what it struck. Suddenly, a large chunk of dark green water mist exploded!

The jungle beneath them stirred. A monstrous figure was struck by Lord Luo Hu, its flesh torn open and bleeding, letting out a pained roar before quickly fleeing into the swampy depths of the forest, stirring up a cloud of murky green liquid and mist.

When all those who were carrying me took to the skies to escape danger.

Only when I flew high enough could I see what lay beyond this sprawling forest.

The land stretches out vast and boundless, with dense forests and towering mountain ranges reaching into the distance.

The long river meets the rising sun, and the blue sea generates tides.

The wind howls like a lonely crane, clouds surge and tumble.

Strange and exotic flowers are everywhere, with rugged mountains and breathtaking scenery that hides dangers. There is a hint of otherworldly enchantment hidden within the bizarre beauty.

“This is the Desolate Realm of the Ten Witches on Spirit Mountain” Luo Hu Xingjun dodged the poison mist and flew to our side, saying with a hint of sigh.

"I guess so." I nodded.

Legend has it that the primordial ancestor god's essence returned to heaven, transforming into celestial gods. His body lay on the ground, his limbs and bones becoming dragon veins and mountains, his arteries and veins forming rivers of various sizes. A portion also transformed into divine shamans.

These shamans stood on the land, beginning to counter natural disasters against the people who lived off raw meat and blood. They later quelled man-made calamities, gradually merging with them.

From the initial heights of power, to later seclusion from the world.

It seems that the world today is no longer suited to such an ancient bloodline's thriving and prosperous existence, so the Shaman God left a contingency plan.

Here, the souls of all past great Shaman Kings return, not entering the cycle of life and death.

Thus, the bloodline of the Divine Shaman dwindled in the world, until it reached Mu Wanchen. It seemed there was only him left.

"And the child in your belly," the little boy reminded me.

"...If a child doesn't have a father, I wouldn't want to give birth." I muttered quietly.

"Humph." Luohou Xingjun let out a disdainful snort. "Women of your world, you always say one thing and mean another."

Oh, come on. Don't spoil it.

I really badly want to see the child's father right now, but I can't get too excited and lose my composure.

"By the way, Lord Rohga, which deity's territory is this" the little boy asked. "I heard that among the Ten Witches of Ling Mountain, there was one particularly powerful witch, and the only female one—"

"Witch," Luohu said coldly. "The dream goddess of that idiot Ji."

"Ah!" I and the little boy stared dumbfounded.

No way

The Heavenly Star, Ji Du Xing Jun, actually risked his life to transform into light and rush into the mausoleum, just to see the goddess!

It's impossible, it's impossible!

I've already started seeing Luohu Xingjun and Ji Dou Xingjun as inseparable, am I getting too into this

"Who is that sorceress" The little boy's thirst for gossip was even higher than mine. The female ghost didn't pursue any further, her gourd head turned to the side, and she inquired of the Star Lord Luohu.

Lord Rahu raised an eyebrow: "Legend has it that she was the only female among the Ten Witches of Ling Shan, and possessed great magical power. Her personality was eccentric, and she disappeared many years ago... There are many legends about her, but few can tell her story clearly..."

"If the Ten Witches of Mount Ling each had their own territory, wouldn't the Witch-Gu be the queen of one country" The child's eyes sparkled with gold.

The Rakshasa Lord gave him a withering look: “Queen That’s putting it mildly. What happens when there’s a gathering of talented individuals, and only one woman stands out”

"That must be the most popular one, adored by everyone!" The little boy suddenly understood.

"...So, this 'pilgrimage' of the Star Jun of Ji Dou, I'm afraid it would be mobbed" I shrank my neck.

The little boy smiled awkwardly: "No, most celestial beings and divine immortals can transcend petty love and affection, transforming it into great love. Of course, they still have their own emotions, but they've already seen through them."

He continued, "Little Princess, let me tell you, even the Emperor himself, if one day something happened between him and the Empress, he could handle it with ease... and calmly dispose of the Empress."

I rolled my eyes, duh.

The Red Lady Ghost was here like she was back in her own home, her form flickering and vanishing behind the mountain ravine.

She was once an important figure in the Si clan and knew some secrets—for example, the resting place of the souls of all the generations of Witch Kings was here. Those who wanted to live and enter this true "paradise" of the Witch Clan could only get the remaining bracelet and then seize the opportunity to open the tomb.

The old monster concealed this segment of the legacy, and later generations of witch kings were unaware of it.

Even if they knew, everyone within the Mi Jiang Fa Men would be scattered.

"Hey hey..." The little boy chased to the mouth of the valley, suddenly a black mist billowed out from inside, scaring him to a halt.

A chilling sensation enveloped everything, a dark mist revealing a city within. The city gates stood wide open, spewing out an icy aura. The female ghost quickly vanished into its depths.

"This is a ghost city, their place of reincarnation. We can't go in... This place isn't under the Emperor's jurisdiction." The little boy backed away repeatedly.

"What shall we do" I looked at Lord Luo Hu.

Luo Hu Xingjun sneered, "If you don't make a commotion, how will you get the people in charge to come out You are the emperor's disciple's wife, this black pot, I'll leave it to you."

What!

What is this tactic

The little boy nodded. "Okay, let's say this female ghost provoked the young princess, and then the young princess takes the blame. We'll stir up some trouble."

Lord Luohu gripped his sword, ready to cleave through the sinister energy. The city gate began to slowly close, already becoming hazy and indistinct.

A sudden gust of wind blew down from the sky.

"Watch out—" I tried to warn them, but my eyes were closed.

But the fierce wind behind me stopped.

Sweeping across with flowing clouds, scorching my skin.

I felt as if every pore on my body was open.

A fierce wind whipped up the clouds, blurring my vision. Through the swirling mist, I felt a patch of skin on my back, noticeably colder than the rest.

Immediately, I felt a big hand gently cover my mouth.

Lips touched palms, fingertips tracing cheeks.

The body recognized this "person" faster than the brain.

"Mu Wanchen!! You—— Mmmmmm…" area shouldn't be used to build more buildings. It could be used as green space or an auxiliary area instead. Building another large factory on this site would simply invite ghosts and spirits, would...