"Hahaha! I've cultivated my Visualization Method for over a thousand years! At last! Hahaha, I've finally reached this day!"

"Rising into the Heavens! A Witch God Guard! Finally, I can finally serve by my god's side!"

"I'm off!"

「The Western Border of the Flame Race.」

On a different mountain peak, less than a hundred li from the Flame Race's Witch God Hall.

Above the Frost Silkworm Race's Witch God Hall, an old man with a head like a silkworm's roared with laughter.

For at that very moment, a seven-colored radiance scattered across the entire sky.

The radiance covered such a vast area that it even enveloped the sky over the Flame Race's Witch God Hall, a hundred li away.

A sky filled with seven-colored light—it was a truly divine scene.

However, the expressions of the three Flame Race Great Witches hovering in the sky were grim.

With their power, they could naturally see the situation a hundred li away.

Right now, the old man from the Frost Silkworm Race was enveloped in an intense, seven-colored beam of light.

Within this light, his figure was being guided, step by step, into the Celestial Realm.

The three Flame Race Great Witches watched the old man as he was lifted by the radiant light.

Although the old man was ecstatic that he was about to ascend to the Celestial Realm, he didn't forget to cast a glance in the direction of the Flame Race.

The corners of his insect-like mouth curled up into a slight smirk.

Then, his mocking voice drifted over.

"Witch Slaughter, it seems the grudge between us can only be settled in the Celestial Realm."

"I'll be waiting for you in the Celestial Realm. I only hope you don't disappoint me!"

"Oh, right, I almost forgot something."

"Your Witch God seems to have been severely wounded by our god. He's already fled like a beaten dog, hiding in some unknown corner of the Celestial Realm."

"Haha, worshipping such a useless god can't be a good thing."

"If you ask me, Witch Slaughter, you all should just switch your faith and worship my master."

"If you keep following him, I reckon that even if my Frost Silkworm Race does nothing, your own extinction won't be far off! Haha!"

"..."

The Frost Silkworm Race elder laughed smugly as he was lifted by the seven-colored light.

His expression was one of utter self-satisfaction.

In contrast, Witch Slaughter's side...

Witch Slaughter's face was ashen, and he said nothing.

But Wu Tao and Witch Spirit both shouted curses in response.

"Old bastard, stop running your mouth!"

"You're just a Witch God Guard who's barely entered the Celestial Realm, yet you're talking so big! Be careful, or when our Master returns, He'll swallow you in one bite!"

"..."

Wu Tao and Witch Spirit traded insults with the old man across the distance.

Behind them, the hundred or so Little Witches of varying cultivation levels also wore grim and bewildered expressions.

In the mortal realm of the Witch God World,

there were only two common designations for a Witch:

Great Witch and Little Witch. It was a simple binary division.

However, those who could be called Great Witches were always among the strongest in the practice of Witchcraft.

This was roughly analogous to High Tier individuals at Tier Seven or above in the Star Empire.

As for Little Witches, that referred to those below Tier Seven.

The Witchcraft of this world wasn't divided into overly detailed ranks.

In short, that was more or less the gist of it.

The Little Witches currently able to hover in the air were, for the most part, similar in strength to Middle Tier beings.

It was easy to understand why their morale was low and they felt so bewildered.

After the great war thirty years ago, not a single Great Witch from the Flame Race had managed to ascend to the Celestial Realm in all these years.

On the contrary, many Great Witches had died on the battlefield thirty years ago.

No fewer than a hundred in total.

This had caused the number of Great Witches in the Flame Race to fall to fewer than fifty.

With such a number, they were only slightly stronger than a small or medium-sized race.

Were it not for the fact that, as a major race, the Flame Race still had a vast number of Little Witches, their situation would be even more dire.

As for the Frost Silkworm Race?

Although they too had lost many Great Witches in the war thirty years ago, they had now recuperated, thanks to their larger population and the resources gained as victors.

In these thirty years, a significant number of their Little Witches had been promoted to Great Witches.

It was even enough to make up for their initial losses.

However, it seemed that because the Frost Silkworm God had lost a large number of Witch God Guards during the war of Deities in the Celestial Realm, he had been bestowing many boons as of late. He had already successively guided over fifty Witch God Guards into the Celestial Realm.

But in any case, the number of ascended Witch God Guards from the Frost Silkworm Race had now exceeded fifty.

Meanwhile, the Flame Race had zero.

From this alone, it was clear the power balance between the two races had become severely lopsided.

If not for the fact that so many of the Frost Silkworm Race's Great Witches had ascended in recent years, they would have likely moved against the Flame Race in the mortal realm long ago.

Therefore, understanding this harsh reality and now witnessing a Great Witch of the Frost Silkworm Race undergo the Rising into the Heavens, the blow to the morale of the West Border Witch God Hall was self-evident.

Witch Slaughter remained silent.

He was well aware of his clan's situation, so there was nothing to say.

After all, they lacked the foundation to speak from a position of strength.

Tough words couldn't change reality; it would be nothing more than impotent rage.

No matter how unwilling he was or how foul his mood, Witch Slaughter could only watch helplessly as the old man from the Frost Silkworm Race, Wu Shun, finally vanished into the seven-colored radiance high in the sky.

And right after this sacred scene of Rising into the Heavens—perhaps seeing the powerful blow to morale that their Great Witch's ascension dealt to the Flame Race—the Witches capable of flight from the Frost Silkworm Race's Witch God Hall, a hundred li away, flew directly toward the Flame Race's Witch God Hall!

There was nothing more to be said.

Next, a fight was naturally unavoidable.

But as was customary, both sides knew to stop before things went too far.

They would simply have a dozen or so Little Witches from each side enter the field for a few duels, and then things would quiet down again.

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