Immortal Father
Chapter 690 - 690 242 The Ancestral Witch of Rain!

690: Chapter 242: The Ancestral Witch of Rain!

690: Chapter 242: The Ancestral Witch of Rain!

Last time in our tale:

In the land of witches, Ping’an and Immortal Huanglong first teamed up;

To slay the demonic fiend, the Western Honored One sought to frame them.

Li Ping’an had transformed into a little bee, hiding safely in Immortal Huanglong’s sleeve, as Huanglong weaved through the poisonous miasma clouds, inching cautiously towards the heartland of the Witch Clan.

Li Ping’an mulled it over carefully.

It remained uncertain whether the Honored Qia Feng was the same Da Luo from the enemy side whose Primordial Spirit had escaped during the calamity that befell the Wanyun Sect last time.

—After all, the attacker from the Wanmo Heaven had come to strike in stealth and was not likely to announce his identity.

However, Li Ping’an had already used the power of the Heavenly Dao to ‘lock onto’ the Primordial Spirit of the opponent’s Da Luo, so as soon as he saw this Honored Qia Feng, or if his Immortal Consciousness caught a glimpse of this figure, Li Ping’an would be able to sense whether there was the power of the Heavenly Dao within him.

When it came to the power of the Heavenly Dao, he now considered himself somewhat of a master, unmatched in the vast wilderness of Heaven and Earth.

“Eh?

Is it starting to rain?”

Immortal Huanglong muttered to himself, looking up above the poisonous miasma clouds.

Looking up, he saw a fine drizzle like threads, falling softly from above the poisonous miasma clouds, penetrating the higher layers of the miasma.

Looking down, the miasma clouds began to release droplets of rain too, but the raindrops below carried a strong corrosive quality, causing many of the poisonous creatures to scamper about in confusion, seeking the protection of special spiritual plants from the toxic rain.

The slightly stronger poisonous creatures could ignore the erosion from the toxic rain.

Suddenly, Li Ping’an sent a telepathic message: “Slow down, Honored Uncle, I need to contact my father and the others.”

“Okay,” Immortal Huanglong telepathically replied, “Don’t worry, the Primordial Spirits of these Witches are not very strong, and their ability to probe our strength is quite weak.”

Li Ping’an said, “I’ve heard that there are injured Ancestral Witches sleeping deeply within the Witch Clan, one must be wary.”

“Ancestral Witches, eh…”

The voice of Immortal Huanglong wavered slightly, but as he thought of the current scene and the people present, he immediately regained his composure.

“Rest assured, even if we encounter an injured Ancestral Witch, this Poor Daoist has some confidence in escaping with my life.”

Li Ping’an chuckled, the little bee’s front legs moving continuously as it consumed a Jade Talisman for textual communication.

This text-based communication Jade Talisman was devised by Li Dazhi himself.

Typically, paired communication Jade Talismans, which were expensive to manufacture, required a long wait before they could be used a second time after a single use.

Li Dazhi, inspired, adapted the ‘real-time calling’ function to ‘text transmission,’ enabling multiple uses of the spiritual power in the communication Jade Talisman.

Shortly after, Li Ping’an said, “You can continue on our way, Honored Uncle.”

“Ah,” replied Immortal Huanglong, “We’ve already arrived at their battleground; let’s check it out from underneath the clouds.”

“Be careful.”

“No problem!”

A dragon and a man quietly approached the battlefield below, where the sounds of explosions, the shaking of the earth, and the howls of rage greeted them head-on.

Li Ping’an scrutinized every detail, quickly noticing two abnormalities.

On the hillside below, hundreds to thousands of members of the Witch Clan were engaged in a fierce free-for-all brawl.

The Witch Clan liked to fight with both feet on the ground, absorbing spiritual power from the earth, thus those who could fly through the sky or tunnel through the earth were rare, with most merely skimming the low skies.

The purest and most extreme forms of combat, often seen in original Witch Clan battle techniques, were brutal hand-to-hand encounters and extreme confrontations.

This place seemed to have been in conflict for quite some time, with the hill already severely damaged, and riddled with pits and large holes everywhere.

The two abnormalities were:

First, the combat strength of most of the Witches engaged in the battle here was on par with that of the Human Race’s Yuan Immortals and True Immortal realm Qi Cultivators.

Second, despite the seemingly fierce fighting and the number of Witches laid out on the ground, there did not appear to be any casualties among them for now.

Neither side was fighting to the death.

Behind the hill, there was a large forest of giant trees, and on the branches at the edge of this forest stood many figures, gazing at the chaotic battle on the hill.

Most of the giant trees here were Beihai Giant Pines, which could block the miasma and resist the poison rain; Li Ping’an had seen such giant trees during his time as Mo Linyuan’s ‘guest.’

Li Ping’an’s Immortal Consciousness swept over and saw innumerable tree houses and thatched cottages within, as well as a large formation covering the ground, beneath which seemed to be a giant cavity.

The ancient Witch Clan lived in burrows, staying close to the earth.

After estimating the number of these tree houses and cottages, Li Ping’an realized that this forest alone could house hundreds of thousands of people on the surface, but currently, there were only about a thousand Witches fighting chaotically on the hill, and the number of figures standing at the edge of the forest was merely in the tens of thousands.

All the tree houses were empty…

“Something’s not right,” Li Ping’an’s telepathic message came through faintly, “Let’s back off, Honored Uncle, and return the way we came.”

“Ah, okay.”

Immortal Huanglong didn’t ask for details, but quietly retreated back into the poisonous miasma clouds.

Just then, a loud roar came from below: “Stop fighting, all of you!”

Immortal Huanglong asked, “Should we watch the commotion?”

“No, keep retreating,” Li Ping’an’s voice transmitted, “It’s the battle Witch who fought with the centipede spirit, along with a dozen of his followers.

Let’s retreat to the area where we ambushed the centipede spirit and see what the situation is like there.”

“Alright.”

Immortal Huanglong, not understanding the full picture, simply followed the instructions.

The shouts below grew fainter, and the thick poisonous miasma clouds blocked out the voices of the Witches.

“Stop it!

What the hell are you doing?!”

“Witches do not fight Witches!”

“Everyone stop!

Otherwise, I’m going to hit you!

Dammit!

Does nobody listen to me anymore?

Am I not a great Witch of the top ten?!

Bloody…”

The battle Witch who boasted the strength equivalent to a Great One Golden Immortal seemed to have thrown himself into the fray.

‘Top ten Witches?’

Li Ping’an repeated these words in his mind; as he was just about to consult with Immortal Huanglong, his Dao heart trembled for no apparent reason.

Immortal Huanglong’s Dao Body suddenly became exceedingly rigid.

Li Ping’an felt an alarm from the Heavenly Dao within his Dao heart.

Both the dragon and the man sensed it at the same time: a shadow seemed to loom over their heads in the poisonous miasma clouds, a sinister, icy gaze filled with hatred, as if it was right above them.