Chapter 604

Chapter 604: The Human-Skin Witch Master, The Cannibal Conjecture

Deep in the disaster soil.

Xuan Ancestor held an ancient scroll in his hand. A nine-section golden whip revolved around his body, inscribed with nine divine patterns on its surface; it was truly an epochal treasure.

That scroll concentrated time itself, emanating a hazy aura of time and space; it was the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn that Xuan Ancestor had fished out from the River of Time.

He gazed with a solemn expression at an enormous figure.

That was an ancient being, bare from the waist up, wrapped in animal hide and exuding a savage aura; its eyes were large and its eyebrows thick, its presence terrifying and sinister.

Upon closer inspection, its body resembled an inflated balloon, with not a trace of essence or lifeblood detectable; it seemed like only skin, devoid of flesh, blood, or primordial spirit.

"Esteemed Witch Master, this junior is the senior disciple of the Primordial Dao God, and I have come solely for the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn. I humbly beg the Senior to show mercy and allow this small favor?"

Xuan Ancestor dared not be reckless; he spoke respectfully.

"Primordial Dao God?"

The Witch Master sneered, "Just a junior, yet you dare flaunt yourself before me?"

Xuan Ancestor’s expression darkened.

"You destroyed my sermon, ruined my grand scheme—I shall kill you today and absorb you into me," the Witch Master cackled eerily, his black hair streaming, his face as ghastly as an evil spirit.

Boom!

He pushed down with his palm; the river of Time and Space surged, and the Witch Master wielded the power of the disaster soil. Heaven and earth fell into extinction; all paths vanished, and the Great Dao perished.

The power of disaster and calamity from the disaster soil specifically suppressed all facets of the Great Dao.

"Since it must be so, this junior must offend," Xuan Ancestor said gravely, his gaze intense. He activated the nine-section golden whip; it clanged sharply, and countless Daos resonated as it met the Witch Master.

Crash!

The Witch Master struck down with one palm; the golden whip was hurled aside, and the power of disaster and calamity flooded into Xuan Ancestor’s body. In an instant, he sustained severe injuries and fled swiftly into the river of Time and Space.

"Running away?"

The Witch Master’s face was fiendish as a ghost; he swept out an enormous hand and lifted "Xuan Ancestor" from the river. Without a word, he swallowed "Xuan Ancestor" whole into his belly.

Boom!

The next moment, multiple sword lights erupted from the Witch Master’s body, riddling him with gaping wounds.

"He truly had no flesh and blood," Xuan Ancestor watched the scene in horror; the Witch Master was left with only skin.

"It hurts so bad!"

The Witch Master screeched in agony, like a fierce ghost; even his eyes bled black fluids, and he howled, "Junior, you injure me—I will devour you!"

"Ancestor!"

A trail of light sped from upstream of the River of Time. Witch Master Sixth stared mournfully at the Witch Master before them. "Ancestor, how could you become like this?"

Even without flesh and blood, Master Sixth could still sense the bloodline connection.

After all, the entire Witch Clan was birthed by the Witch Master; for the Witch Clan, the Witch Master was the creator, the divine dragon.

"Hehehe, another one arrives…" The Witch Master gave a maddened cackle, ignoring Master Sixth’s words entirely.

"Your flesh and blood feel familiar, delicious,"

the Witch Master greedily stared at Master Sixth. "Let me taste it!"

"If you eat me, will you come back?"

Master Sixth murmured.

"Yes."

The Witch Master nodded.

"Then eat me." Master Sixth spoke with righteous determination, not a trace of fear or reluctance.

"Daoist friend, you’re mad!"

Xuan Ancestor bellowed. "What’s here now is just a shell, a mind lost to madness. He is no longer the Witch Master. Don’t make this foolish mistake!"

"My clan exists because of the Witch Master; it is only right that we shed our last drop of blood for him." Master Sixth declared passionately.

"Creak… creak…"

The Witch Master opened his maw wide. The power of disaster and calamity churned violently within his form. In one swift motion, he snapped towards Master Sixth, intent on swallowing him whole.

Boom!

In the next instant.

A Chaotic Divine Bell surged forth from the river of Time and Space. The Chaotic Ancient God gripped the bell’s handle, his mana surging torrentially. His physical body instantly expanded to infinite proportions. He hefted the Chaotic Divine Bell and smashed it down upon the Witch Master.

Thud!

Caught off guard, the Witch Master was smashed deep into the River of Time by the colossal bell.

"Senior, you are dead already. Are you still not truly extinguished?"

Emperor Ling strode across the surface of the River of Time. His fingers shaped like swords, his Peerless Sword Dao explosively manifested. Sword energy rent through the Witch Master’s skin, slicing towards his head.

Crack!

Furious, the Witch Master crushed the sword energy with one hand and hauled himself out of the River of Time.

His body resembled a sieve, the waters of time continuously spilling out from countless holes.

"Halt!"

Master Sixth’s expression turned grim. "If you strike again, do not blame this old man for showing no mercy!"

The Chaotic Ancient God and Emperor Ling exchanged a glance.

"Chaotic Divine Millstone!"

The Chaotic Ancient God channelled his mana. The River of Time churned violently. Chaotic energy surged and condensed into an enormous divine millstone that descended with crushing force upon Master Sixth.

In that moment.

Master Sixth’s vision was filled entirely by the colossal millstone.

He desperately channelled his techniques. His body surged upward and downward through heaven and earth, straining with monumental effort to hold up the immense divine millstone.

Crumble! Crumble! Crumble!

The divine millstone pressed down. Grand Daos intertwined, relentlessly grinding away Master Sixth’s life force and blood energy.

"The situation is far too chaotic."

Mu Fanyin was the last to arrive. She surveyed the Dao Ancestors fighting separately and knit her delicate brows.

"Is that the Witch Master?"

Ye Li hastily asked.

Feng Wuji looked in that direction.

The Witch Master was riddled with holes, his body oozing the power of disaster and calamity. There wasn’t a trace of blood or mana remaining, and his primordial spirit was nowhere to be seen. His state was extremely bizarre.

"If that is the Witch Master, things just got very interesting," said Feng Wuji.

"What do you mean?" Mu Fanyin frowned.

"In my years in the lower realm, striving for transcendence, I was reincarnated tens of thousands of times and conducted much research," Feng Wuji stated solemnly. "I gained profound knowledge of the physical structures of gods, demons, monsters, ghosts, humans, and aberrations."

Ye Li’s expression turned odd.

He had forgotten that Feng Wuji was an authority on human experimentation.

"You’re implying the Witch Master was also a research subject?" Mu Fanyin frowned, her tone grave. "Or was he dissected?"

"Neither," Feng Wuji shook his head.

"What is it then?" Mu Fanyin asked, displeasure on her face.

"He was likely eaten," Feng Wuji stated coldly.

"Eaten?"

Ye Li felt his hair stand on end. "Impossible!"

Regardless, the Witch Master was one of the most supreme figures in the Hongmeng Dao Realm, undying and imperishable. Even Heaven’s way couldn’t obliterate him.

Of course, if the heavenly ways of the yin and yang realms merged into one, it might be possible.

But currently, the yin and yang realms were separate—such a possibility did not exist.

"Continue," Mu Fanyin instructed.

She suddenly realized bringing Feng Wuji along this time was indeed a wise decision.

"The Master really is farsighted," Mu Fanyin admired.

"Senior, it’s just conjecture," said Feng Wuji.

His cultivation level was too low; he could only guess at the Witch Master’s condition based on his past experience.

Mu Fanyin nodded. "I know."

"With your cultivation level, seeing the truth would be impossible anyway."

"…"

Feng Wuji remained impassive. "The Witch Master probably has only his hide left. His actions are driven by obsession. Most of his memories likely vanished when his primordial spirit was consumed."

"But if we can soothe him, we might be able to extract some information."

"Impressive," Ye Li praised.

Feng Wuji’s analysis was thorough and logical. If Ye Li didn’t know Feng Wuji’s background, he might have suspected Feng Wuji was responsible.

After all, he was certainly capable of such a thing.

"You seem so familiar with it. Have you ever eaten someone like that before?" Mu Fanyin asked with a knowing smile.

"Eating people is too crude, utterly unrefined," Feng Wuji said gravely. "I only enjoy dissection for research."