Chapter 2570 - 2568: Smuggling Across the Border
At the place where the Netherworld and the Immortal Realm intersect, nebulae were densely packed, and thick Chaos Qi permeated everywhere.
The two realms lay side by side, Yin and Yang colliding.
The space here was extremely unstable, locked at every instant in a great clash of lightning and thunder.
The Void was chaotic and disordered, with rumbling booms never ceasing.
Two streaks of red light could be seen cutting across the Void, shooting rapidly in this direction, like two world-cleaving axes splitting the Chaos Nebula here layer by layer.
With a final earth-shaking boom, the Void shuddered, tore, collapsed, and suddenly a vast, sea-like band of brightness burst forth.
Those two rays of light forcibly tore open a rift in this region.
Immediately afterward, from the Netherworld surged out dense swarms of black things, like clusters of bees, pouring through that opening into the Immortal Realm.
In just the span of a single breath, that rift was rapidly repaired by the Power of Laws.
The gate between the two realms closed once more, and the patch of brightness from just now returned to normal.
In the Immortal Realm’s Northern Jambu Continent, more than ten million Demon Race arrivals from the Netherworld excitedly sized up this world, then all threw back their heads and howled skyward.
One Demon King after another roared toward the sky, "The Witch Ancestors didn’t lie to us, we really have come to the Immortal Realm!"
"The Witch Tribe will rise again and rule the Three Realms with one palm!"
"Forefathers, we’ve come out of hell; you can rest in peace now!"
Some knelt on the ground, unable to hold back long, keening wails.
Someone shouted, "The Witch Ancestors’ Divine Spirits said that once we got here, Ancestor Xingtian would come to guide us. Ancestor Xingtian was sealed away—could it be he’s already broken free?"
"Yeah, the Immortal Realm is so vast, where are we supposed to find Ancestor Xingtian?"
"Did the Witch Ancestors’ Divine Spirits get it wrong?"
"Don’t doubt it—Witch Ancestors would never deceive us."
A Demon King barked out.
Before their words had even fallen, a series of sky-breaking booms came from the nearby mountain peaks.
It was as if someone was stepping down through the Void, each step setting off thunderous explosions.
Fierce winds swept all around as two figures descended through the air, appearing before the throng of Demon Race.
The four of them locked eyes, all equally taken aback.
The Demon Kings of the Twelve Clans stared at the three-zhang-tall, headless, elephant-muscled Divine Being before them, their eyes all going wide in shock as they shouted in unison, "You are Ancestor Xingtian?"
From the giant’s navel protruded a human face; cold light flashed in its eyes as it said, "Who are you?"
The Demon Kings of the Twelve Clans all dropped to their knees, crying out to him, "Ancestor above, we are the descendants of the Witch Tribe that withdrew to the Netherworld back then!"
"You?"
Xingtian and the Jiufeng beside him both started in shock, then hurriedly asked, "How did you come here?"
A Demon King promptly reported, "We all came under the guidance of the Witch Ancestors’ Divine Spirits. It was the Witch Ancestors’ Divine Spirits who opened the gate between the two realms and led us here."
Jiufeng cursed, "Nonsense—what Witch Ancestors’ Divine Spirits?"
The Demon King said, "It’s true. The Divine Spirits of the Twelve Witch Ancestors manifested in the Netherworld a long time ago, guiding our clansmen in tempering their bodies, purging the Netherworld’s yin-fiend bloodline. If not for that, how could we easily endure the Spiritual Energy of the Immortal Realm?"
"That’s right, we’ve lived in the Netherworld for ages. Without the Witch Ancestors’ guidance, coming to this Immortal Realm really wouldn’t be easy—we’d at most be able to withstand the Human Realm’s environment."
"The Witch Ancestors also said that once we arrived, Ancestor Xingtian would come to receive us. Hasn’t Ancestor truly come now?"
"..."
They chimed in one after another, leaving Xingtian and Jiufeng both stunned.
The Twelve Witch Clans had all perished during the Witch-Demon Tribulation; there should be no Primordial Spirits of them left in the world.
Could this really be seeing ghosts—or had the Witch Ancestors actually manifested?
For over ten million members of the Witch Tribe to suddenly arrive in the Immortal Realm would at least require a Saint-level intervention.
Otherwise, no one could even open the barrier between the two realms.
Jiufeng asked, "Where are the Witch Ancestors’ Divine Spirits now?"
The Demon Kings all shook their heads, only saying that the Twelve Divine Spirits rarely manifested, and had previously always remained in closed-door cultivation within their clans’ Divine Temples.
Xingtian secretly sent a voice transmission to Jiufeng, "Should we trust them?"
Jiufeng replied, "Right now we need strength to establish ourselves in the Immortal Realm; their arrival is perfect timing. Whoever is arranging all this from the shadows, at least for now it’s to our advantage."
Xingtian frowned. "This is an open conspiracy. Whoever it is has calculated that we can’t refuse."
"Then ride the momentum and go with the flow; at this point we have no choice."
Jiufeng nodded, then gave orders to the Demon Kings, "No matter what happened before, from this moment on you all are the subordinates and subjects under Great Witch Xingtian. From now on you will obey orders without mistake. Any who defy them will be killed without mercy."
More than ten million Demon Race members dropped to their knees in unison, bowing to Xingtian and Jiufeng and shouting, "We accept the command!"
Southern Observation Continent, Liangshan Island.
After Lin Yingying and the other two rode the carriage back, Long Fei had already returned ahead of them.
They got out of the carriage and went over to ask Long Fei, "Is everything taken care of?"
Long Fei nodded, gesturing for them to sit as he asked with a smile, "How did things go on your side?"
Lin Yingying lifted her teacup and took a sip. "Just as you guessed, Senior Sister does indeed want us to form a marriage alliance with Mount Li."
"And did you agree?"
Long Fei’s expression was calm, as if he had already expected this.
Lin Yingying sighed. "How would I dare refuse? I originally said the Kylin already had someone he liked. Who knew Senior Sister would say cultivators aren’t bound by such mundane etiquette—if one won’t do, then marry two. With the words said to that extent, I couldn’t refuse even if I wanted to."
Wang Xiaoya laughed. "Senior Sister is still as forceful as ever."
Lin Shanshan curled her lip. "Back on Jade Isle, we were often bullied by them."
Lin Yingying and Wang Xiaoya exchanged a look and both burst out laughing, memories of their previous life surfacing. It was as if it had been them, and yet as if it had nothing to do with them at all.
Long Fei left this matter in Lin Yingying’s hands and fully assumed the role of a hands-off shopkeeper.
He had just received an invitation and needed to go out for a trip.
With Lin Yingying around, he didn’t have to worry about matters at home.
After Long Fei left, Lin Yingying summoned Little Kirin and He Tiantian over together.
Wang Xiaoya and Lin Shanshan sat to Lin Yingying’s left and right, both wearing fairly solemn expressions.
Little Kirin and He Tiantian knelt side by side, asking timidly, "We don’t know what Mother has called us here for?"
He Tiantian had a faint premonition; her face reddened as she lowered her head to the floor.
Lin Yingying said, "You and Tiantian have been fond of each other since childhood, and you’ve reached the age of marriage. I, your mother, plan to arrange your wedding, so I called you here to discuss it."
Little Kirin had been a bit hesitant before, always feeling he treated He Tiantian as a younger sister and not knowing whether he should like Zixuan instead.
Now, with Lin Yingying speaking, the stone in his heart actually settled.
Either way, marrying someone is marrying someone—there was no difference to him.
He knelt and kowtowed. "I will follow Mother’s arrangements in all things."
"I will leave everything to Mother’s decision."
He Tiantian also knelt and kowtowed.
Just as Little Kirin was letting out a breath of relief, Lin Yingying added, "There’s one more matter. When we went to Mount Li earlier, your mother and Lady of Mount Li also arranged another engagement for you. You know the girl—she’s that Fairy Zixuan. At this grand wedding, you will be taking two wives."