to draw talismans. We had to wash our hands, burn incense, recite incantations and meditate with a clear mind. Most importantly, we had to complete each stroke in one breath without stopping.My broth...Xianfan had a distinction, and Mu Wanchen had never thought of becoming a divine witch-like figure.

"He is the Great Shaman, he should act as a bridge between the spirits and the people. If he leaves the people, a new shaman should arise... perhaps the spirit realm already knows." The little boy peeked at my stomach secretly.

"So what if we know Let's get back quickly. We shouldn't stay on their turf. They are my and Mu Wanchen's children! Do they still want to point fingers and give orders Calling themselves a witch king, just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm under a huge cauldron, suffocating." I find that title utterly disgusting.

Mu Wanchen, you must be so tired. With so many people, no matter big or small, looking to him, it must be exhausting. It's better to quit and come with me. Let's live our own little lives.

This idea has popped into my head more than once, but I can't bring myself to say it out loud.

Now when I think back to our time staying in that small palace in the Wu Wangcheng, the warmth it held feels like a distant memory.

He held me as we walked among the misty mountains. Stepping outside, we could catch the wind and admire the moon, while inside there was a warm bed and soft pillows.

You can gaze at the Milky Way cascading like a waterfall in his embrace, or fall asleep peacefully in his silence.

This kind of life is my utopia.

Black clouds press down upon the city, a hush falls like towers.

It was supposed to be a breathtaking sight of the Sea God Mountain and the Immortal Palace of Lang Huan, yet it was haunted by wailing ghosts and spirits, swirling like an underworld where the gates of hell had opened.

The sky on the horizon was painted with the reddish hues of sunset, while behind us, clouds of gloom and sorrow hung heavy.

The clouds in the sky were hanging upside down, like an inverted volcano, poised to erupt with molten lava onto the ground.

Mu Wanchen stood alone on the city wall, with the Yinglong behind him stirring wind and thunder. He faced the endless sea of ghostly phantoms within.

We were far apart, only able to see the mirage dragon's body gradually hidden in the soaring mirage. I vaguely saw Mu Wanchen wielding his sword, the cold light like stars.

My heart is breaking, but I can't stay by his side.

Why didn't I take my apprenticeship seriously back then Even if I only knew a little bit of exorcism magic, it would have been useful!

For so many years, I've never thought that one day I would face this situation – to watch the lonely back of my loved one and hate my own weakness and cowardice.

We flew towards the sunset and soon saw the coastline. Mu Wanchen stood alone on the towering city wall with his sword, and even the mirages couldn't surpass him.

As we approached the seaside, the golden eagle landed on a cliff face. Before we even touched down, we heard faint music coming from above.

What a sight this is.

Amidst the mountains, clouds billowed and mists swirled, while a radiant glow of sunset painted the sky.

The trees rustled and shed their petals as if in response to the sound from above.

Her garments are the rainbow, and the wind her steed, The Lord of Clouds, coming down in a swirling dance.

Though perhaps an exaggeration, they weren't exactly riding on clouds. They rode upon strange, fantastical beasts, each bird white as snow, like waves of swirling clouds around them.

I was stunned. These large birds all had people on their backs. They wore flowing robes and looked like celestial beings, but they were all... wearing plain clothes.

Only the azure bird in the very center...

"Wow... who is that person riding the blue bird..." the young boy whispered. "Could it be some big important person has arrived"

"The mountain of three perils, with its three green torii gates... it's the mount of the West Queen Mother's divine bird. This person who came here must be one of the Ten Witches of Ling Mountain, right Besides them, who else could ride this divine bird" Luo Hu Xingjun narrowed his eyes slightly.

I strained my eyes to look over there, and on the bluebird's back was a huge awning.

The thatched roof looked very ancient, like a giant pine tree with its strong branches stretching out.

There were white, gold-colored flocs on top, and below the flocs there was a seat.

It was a very ancient and wide couch, carried by an old tortoise. It seemed that the pine trees, tables, and chairs were all growing on its back.

On the branches of a tree, white fluff fluttered in the sunlight. A gentle breeze ruffled the leaves, revealing a person sitting inside.

The white bird faces the phoenix, surrounded by people.

All gathered around the giant blue bird, like stars orbiting the moon, surrounding the person calmly seated on the turtle's back.

This must be the God Shaman himself.

“......Should we hide Though I don't think it'll do any good…” the young boy murmured.

It's no use. These people, appearing in the midst of a grand spectacle, have long since seen us.

But their formation remained completely unruffled. Those white birds seemed to act as escorts, flying precisely around the bluebirds, oblivious to our presence even after they had discovered us. They continued to fly forward as if nothing had happened.

" ...If, if they don't give us trouble, let's just slip away" The young boy hesitated and looked at Lord Luohu: "After all, with Lord Ji Du and the little princess here, a direct confrontation is unwise..."

Luo Hu Xingjun sneered: "Even if it's the Ten Witches of Ling Shan, so what This star lord would still be afraid of them"

"You're not afraid, we are! Okay!" The little boy stamped his feet in a hurry: "I'm outnumbered, and besides, we're on someone else's turf. If we've found the Star Official of Jie, we should get out of here as fast as possible. Don't start a direct conflict right now."

My gaze was fixed on the bluebird in the middle.

The blue bird carried a giant turtle on its back, and on the turtle's shell was a couch. Beside the couch grew strong pine branches, with silken curtains swaying from them.

A gentle breeze brushed past, and I faintly heard laughter.

This sound comes from the mind, as if there were wind all around me, carrying these distant voices.

Music drifted softly, the curtain billowed in the wind, lifting at a corner.

Despite the distance, I felt your gaze.

A pair of dark eyes peered at me from the crack.

At that moment, I was swept away by a dark current into the abyss. Goosebumps erupted all over my body, and I felt myself being irresistibly pulled forward.

"...Little Princess!" I was suddenly pulled back and came to my senses. I found the little boy clutching my back collar with both hands.

Before me stands a sheer cliff, towering thousands of feet high, with trees as numerous as the sea.

If this were to fall down...

How did I end up walking to this cliff I rubbed my Qiming point, trying to wake myself up.

Those eyes seemed to be smiling, seeing my embarrassment, they then disappeared behind the fluttering curtains.

"Those people aren't headed to the Great Shaman, are they" The little boy looked in their direction: "Did they make too much noise and alarm the Shaman God Even if it meant risking crossing the Tribulation, he'd have to come down from his mountain"

"What are we going to do Let's go back and take a look" I was anxious. If it was just a mirage, I wouldn't be so worried, but if these people came and blocked Mu Wanchen's path, how would he meet up with me

As soon as the words left his mouth, the clouds in the sky suddenly changed shape, and the wind abruptly shifted direction —

Just now a group of people flew past us, and they...changed direction and are coming towards us! form wavered under Jiang Qiyun's imposing aura, unable to solidify. Her body became somewhat blurry, only her head remaining crystal clear, and within it, one could see the surging black blood tears....