Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 73 The Great Shaman of the Yan Tribe
In the desolate south, the land stretches endlessly barren, dotted with numerous volcanoes.

On this vast land shrouded in endless fire elemental power and earthly turbidity.

It is home to a primitive tribe built from the bones of countless giant beasts and black volcanic rock.

Its style is rugged and wild, full of primitive and untamed power.

This place is the Yan tribe, a great witch tribe under the command of the ancestral witch Zhurong.

The character 猒 originally means to be satiated or satisfied, and also has the meaning of devouring.

This tribe of witches does not engage in farming or production.

From the day they were born, their people have considered hunting their sacred duty.

The entire tribe's food and cultivation resources come from hunting various demonic beasts and ferocious creatures in this vast southern wilderness.

At this moment, on a vast plain covered with lava and scorched earth.

A bloody and primal hunt is unfolding.

Dozens of burly Yi tribe shamans, their bodies branded with ferocious flame totems, formed an ancient battle formation, trapping an incredibly large and terrifying monster in the center.

The prey was a ferocious beast nearly ten thousand feet tall, covered in crimson scales, hornless and beardless, and shaped like a dragon.

This demon is named Qiu Xu.

Although it has the form of a dragon, it does not possess the supernatural powers of dragons to summon wind and rain.

However, its origins are also extraordinary.

Legend has it that during the first calamity of the ancient Dragon-Han era, after the fall of the Ancestral Dragon, a section of its spine fell into this southern land, absorbing endless war-related evil energy and a trace of the earth's turbid energy. It took several eons before it was fortunate enough to be born as the first Qiuxu.

This is why this demon is born with the ability to manipulate the laws of the earth and stir up war and evil energy.

Its physical strength is so formidable that it perfectly inherited the immortal characteristics of the ancestral dragon's spine.

At this moment, Qiu Xu, whose cultivation had reached the late stage of Golden Immortal, was roaring deafeningly at the sky.

Its sound was like the clanging of metal, filled with endless killing intent.

With a single sweep of its massive tail, the earth within a radius of a hundred miles cracked open.

Countless jet-black spears, formed from the earth's turbid energy and the killing intent of weapons, sprouted from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, shooting out in all directions.

Around it, a dozen or so burly Wu tribe warriors, their bodies branded with the Yan tribe totem, formed a seemingly loose yet subtly mysterious encirclement, constantly entangled in battle with it.

The strongest of these sorcerers was only at the Golden Immortal realm, while most of the others were at the Profound Immortal realm.

But they worked together seamlessly and were fearless in the face of death.

Faced with that malevolent spear that could easily pierce through the protective divine light of an ordinary Golden Immortal.

They didn't dodge or evade; instead, they pushed their surging, furnace-like physical energy to its limit and used their powerful witch bodies to smash it to pieces!

Their attack methods were extremely simple and brutal.

There are no dazzling supernatural powers, nor any profound Taoist methods.

All that exists are fists and feet powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and shake the void!

Each punch caused the void to tremble, as if an invisible divine mountain was crashing down upon him.

Each kick cracked the earth, exuding a pure and extreme sense of power.

Even though Qiu Xu's physical body was strong and he was protected by the laws of the earth, he was still in danger.

Under the siege of this group of witches, he was forced to retreat step by step, and clear cracks appeared on the sturdy crimson dragon scales on his body.

Ma Yuanli stood at a distance, nodding repeatedly as he watched.

"What a powerful witch body! What an overbearing fighting style!"

He was filled with admiration.

He could clearly feel that with each punch and each block from these sorcerers, the Pangu bloodline within their bodies was operating in a mysterious way, unleashing the power originating from the depths of their bloodline in the most efficient manner.

"This observation has greatly benefited me in perfecting my Daoist body."

Ma Yuan watched with great interest, finding the profound application and development of the physical body mutually reinforcing with his own harmonious Daoist body of the Three Powers.

He felt that his understanding of the physical body had improved considerably. However, as he became engrossed in reading, he completely forgot himself.

At the time, they were trying to deduce more secrets of the witch body from the battles of these witches.

A sudden surge of fighting spirit, without warning, erupted from the depths of the witch tribe below!

Ma Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly turned his head.

Below, a tall and robust figure in crimson was charging straight toward the cloud above them at an incredible speed!

The visitor was a female member of the witch clan.

His height was so tall that it even surpassed that of most male shamans.

Unlike the rugged appearance of ordinary witches, her features were quite delicate, and her brows carried an innate arrogance and majesty.

What was most unusual was her attire.

She did not go topless like other sorcerers, nor did she cover her body with animal skins.

Instead, she wore a magnificent robe meticulously woven from countless shimmering phoenix feathers.

Each feather retained a trace of the unique Daoist essence of the Southern Ming Fire, perhaps a trophy woven from the feathers of countless powerful Phoenix Clan members he had personally hunted.

"Discovered?"

Ma Yuan frowned slightly, though he was startled, he remained calm.

He thought his method of concealment was extremely clever, but he didn't expect that the other party would still discover him.

Seeing the opponent's aggressive approach, filled with undisguised fighting spirit, Ma Yuan no longer hesitated.

He did not choose to back down.

Instead, he leaped up from the solitary peak amidst the clouds and revealed himself to meet that figure.

The female witch clan member wearing a phoenix feather robe instantly unleashed a terrifying fighting spirit in her eyes upon seeing Ma Yuan appear!
Her tall figure strode over, and in no time she appeared in front of him!
He did not use any supernatural powers, nor did he utter a single word.

She simply gathered all her vast, ocean-like energy into her right fist and unleashed it in the purest and most domineering way possible, striking Ma Yuan head-on!

This punch seems simple.

Yet it seemed to contain the supreme power to shatter the ancient divine mountain!
Wherever the fist passed, the void shattered inch by inch, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden!
"Well done!"

Seeing this, Ma Yuan's fighting spirit also rose.

Since attaining the Taiyi Dao Fruit, apart from slaying the Taiyi ferocious beast Taotie, he has never truly used his full strength.

Today is the perfect day to use this mysterious powerful witch to prove the results of my tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation!
He didn't dodge; it was just a thought that crossed his mind.

"rise!"

The divine light of the Three Powers, which had long been in harmony with his mind, was born in response to his thought!

"Om-!"

The three-dimensional canopy, about an acre in size, with the Daoist principles of water, fire, and earth constantly rotating on it, as if forming a small world of its own, instantly appeared above his head, firmly protecting him within it.

However, the next moment!
"boom--!"

That seemingly simple punch landed heavily on Sancai's head.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled boom like the beating of a drum.

Ma Yuan felt an indescribable, terrifying force being transmitted through the three-tiered canopy to his body.

That power was not just brute force; it contained a trace of the power of law that seemed capable of burning everything!
His Three Talents Canopy was powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal and was impervious to all magic.

Under this punch, it actually emitted a cracking sound as it could not withstand the pressure!
Several crystal-clear cracks, like a spider web, instantly spread across the shimmering canopy!
Ma Yuan's body was sent flying thousands of feet backward by the force of the punch before he finally regained his footing in the void.

He forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, and a trace of undisguised horror was revealed in his calm and still eyes!

One punch!
Just one punch!
He almost shattered his most relied-upon protective divine power on the spot!
What terrifying physical strength!
Ma Yuan raised his head, his gaze fixed solemnly on the Phoenix Feather Witch who was slowly withdrawing her fist and ceasing her pursuit after the attack. His heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

This person's strength is definitely far beyond that of an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal!
"A Grand Shaman of the Witch Clan at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level!"

(End of this chapter)