I'm In Heaven, I Just Want To Work Overtime

Chapter 30: Demonic God White Bone

On the vast and desolate land of the primordial world, a group of giants over ten zhang tall were migrating. They were ragged, emaciated, and many among them were elderly, weak, sick, or disabled.

"Hehe, we've found another witch tribe. My Ghostly Blood Hand can finally reach perfection!"

In mid-air, a malevolent ghost stood tall, about ten zhang high, covered in pitch-black scales, with an ugly face and a powerful aura, possessing the strength to withstand a heavenly tribulation.

"Ah... it's the Asura Demon God!"

The giant tribe fleeing on the ground saw a demon god from hell suddenly appear in the sky and couldn't help but let out cries of despair.

One of the giants, a burly man, stepped forward, wielding a large axe in one hand and a shield in the other, roaring with indomitable spirit.

However, the man's cultivation was only at the Return to Void stage, and the difference in strength between the two was like night and day.

"Your witch blood is vigorous enough to qualify as the main soul of my Blood Slaughter Banner!"

The Asura demon sneered, curling his finger. The man's blood surged throughout his body as if it wanted to burst out.

Just then, a dark red-black cloud suddenly flew in from the horizon, as fast as lightning. At first, it was just a small dot, but in the blink of an eye, it grew as large as a mat, covering the sky and stopping in mid-air.

"Daring to massacre the people of my witch tribe, it seems that old man Minghe wants to go back to sleep again!"

A demonic god with a human face and bird body appeared in the black cloud, surrounded by a black aura.

The Asura demon was first surprised, then said, "Who are you? How dare you insult the leader!"

Di Jiang didn't speak, but summoned the Nether Iron Blade, unleashing an extremely sharp blade qi that seemed to cut the heavens and earth in half.

Without any surprises, the Asura demon was directly annihilated by the immense blade qi, his body shattered into pieces of ice debris.

"This... is the aura of the Ancestral Witch!"

The giant witch tribe present were excited, kneeling down and devoutly worshiping.

"Which tribe are you from?"

The giant holding the axe and shield kneeled down and said, "Xingtian pays respects to the Ancestral Witch. We are the witch tribe of the Baiyi tribe. Due to the persecution of the Demon Race, we want to migrate westward and find a place to settle!"

"Our Ancestral Witch has established the Pangu Hall on Shouyang Mountain, gathering all the witch tribes in the world. You can go to Shouyang Mountain and receive the bloodline baptism from the Father God!"

Afterwards, Di Jiang handed Xingtian several Wicked Poison Yin Thunder, saying, "These Yin Thunder can severely injure a Great Principal Golden Immortal and ensure your safety along the way."

"Thank you, Lord Ancestral Witch!"

Xingtian solemnly accepted them, his face filled with excitement.

Then, with a flap of his black wings, Di Jiang disappeared in an instant.

Shouyang Mountain, Pangu Hall.

A witch priest respectfully knelt and said, "Lord Ancestral Witch, the first batch of witch warriors has been selected."

"Good, let the inheritance ceremony begin!" Gonggong, the demonic god, nodded.

Soon, eight hundred witch warriors entered the majestic hall filled with the ancient aura of the primordial world.

Deep within the hall was a massive boiling blood pool.

In the center of the blood pool was a huge, damaged heart that continued to beat, its sound like thunder, echoing through the heavens and earth.

"Brave witch warriors, return to the embrace of the Father God and accept the baptism from the Father God!" The witch priest's face was devout.

Then, the eight hundred witch warriors lined up, ready to jump into the blood pool one by one.

At the front was Xingtian, wielding a large shield and axe. His bloodline intensity was the strongest among all the witch tribes, with limitless potential.

Without hesitation, he plunged into the blood pool.

Immediately, the blood water violently boiled, and strands of red bloodlines crazily merged into Xingtian's body like iron worms.

Xingtian let out a painful howl, his muscles bulging, filled with an unparalleled sense of power.

The large shield and giant axe, soaked in the blood water, emitted a dazzling light, undergoing great tempering.

Other witch warriors then jumped into the blood pool in an orderly manner.

Some witch warriors had their bloodlines greatly tempered, and their strength increased significantly.

However, a considerable number of witch warriors turned into blood water, leaving only their armor and weapons floating in the blood pool.

Out of the eight hundred witch warriors, less than one hundred survived in the end.

But those who successfully underwent the baptism experienced earth-shattering changes in their strength. Even the worst among them achieved a cultivation level equivalent to the mid-stage of the Void Return.

Especially Xingtian, his combat power was no less than that of the ancestral witch when Xia Yi first entered the Primordial World.

"Blessing from the ancestral god!"

The witch priest looked at the blood-stained witch warriors in front of him with excitement.

In the past, the witch clan had always been in a difficult situation in the Primordial World because they lacked the presence of ancestral witch-level powerhouses.

Due to their physical bloodline, they had always been used as refining materials by the Monster Race and the Asura Demon Race, and even as food.

As a result, the Yao Court and the Blood Sea had raised a large number of witch warriors for their own consumption.

Now, with the return of the ancestral witch, the situation of the witch clan had finally changed.

In the center of the Pangu Hall, Xia Yi sat on a sacrificial altar. Above his head was a cool and watery cloud light, with twelve black lotus flowers on it, and three demon gods sitting on them.

"Roar!"

Another black gas emerged from the black lotus, transforming into a man with a red-scaled body, a beast head, and two fire snakes pierced through his ears. He roared, shaking the heavens and the earth with his resounding voice.

He had also cut out a trace of evil thoughts, beheading Zhurong among the twelve ancestral witches.

"Now, only Xuanming, Houtu, Shebishou, Jumang, and Rushou have not been beheaded!" Xia Yi contemplated in his heart.

Each of the twelve ancestral witches that were beheaded had the strength to withstand the second Heavenly Tribulation, and among them, Zhujinyin even had the strength to withstand the third Heavenly Tribulation.

"With the six ancestral witch incarnations guarding the Pangu Hall, it should be enough!"

Thinking of this, he stood up and said to the air, "System, we can go back now!"

[The journey is about to end. Please prepare for the return journey.]

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery distorted instantly, like a kaleidoscope, and then shattered into countless fragments like glass.

After three breaths, Xia Yi appeared in the courtyard.

"Next year, when I enter the Primordial World, I must have the strength of an Earth Immortal, otherwise, I won't be able to suppress the indigenous Three Clearing Quasi-Deities!"

Xia Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.

The flow of time in the Little Primordial World was extremely fast, so the strength of the indigenous people there also improved rapidly.

Only the last six layers of the Yao Court ruins remained to be cleared.

Xia Yi, still the second Primordial Spirit, and the Golden Armored Divine Man took the lead, maintaining a steady pace.

Boom...

An ancient palace collapsed with a loud noise, and billowing dust surged out.

Just as he was about to clean up this ruin, Li Ran hurriedly walked over with an anxious expression.

"Lord Tianwei, someone has discovered a skeleton ahead. It has a strong aura, and no one can approach it. Please make a decision, my lord!"

"A skeleton? Could it be a quasi-demonic god?!"

Xia Yi was also surprised and quickly went to investigate.

Soon, the two arrived at a damaged palace, and Xia Yi carefully summoned the Mysterious Yin Pearl, transforming into his second Primordial Spirit.

In the center of the palace, there was a huge throne, and on it stood a white skeleton, ten zhang tall, with a horned head and a tail as long as a whip. It was impossible to tell what species it was.

In the center of the skeleton, there was an arrow made of wood, as if a tree branch had been casually broken and refined. It looked very rough.

(End of this chapter)