Chapter 537: Witch

"Sacrificing an entire domain just for Wuji Jun’s immortality? You are absolutely insane!"

Duran glared at Brand, his deep blue gaze seemingly trying to see through his soul. "Whose idea is this? Is it your own... or Wuji Jun’s?"

"This isn't a question of whose idea it is; we are complementary," Brand said unhurriedly. "Lord Wuji Jun possesses the authority to toy with matter but cannot maintain his spirit; our alchemy, while childish and ridiculous in front of Wuji Jun, uniquely possesses the method to carry a spirit...

We cooperate with each other. Lord Wuji Jun can achieve immortality, and we will become the masters of this eternal domain!"

"It seems you were the one who proposed the 'Philosopher's Stone' plan," Duran’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Chairman Shang’s death and the turmoil among other mysticism schools in the domain must have something to do with you?"

"Duran, you can't say that... Our Witch God Path has too many complex branches. Since ancient times, wherever civilization has sprouted, professions related to 'Witch' have emerged—the Eastern shaman dances, gu-poison arts, feng shui masters, sacred music dances; the Western alchemy, black magic, and even more ancient priests and shamans...

In this city, there are at least dozens of different paths, and the personalities and philosophies of the witches in each path are different. It’s normal for there to be some friction, and not everyone can understand the importance of Wuji Jun.

As for Shang Shaoquan, he only knew how to refine those useless pills every day, was indecisive, and even tried to stop my plan with Lord Wuji Jun..."

Brand smiled and pointed to the gold covering the ground beneath their feet.

"In the end, he was naturally dealt with by Lord Wuji Jun... It can be considered a contribution to the Wuji Domain in a different way."

So Wuji Jun killed the original Witchcraft Association Chairman Shang Shaoquan and purged the other mysticism schools in the Wuji Domain? He is the culprit behind all of this?

Duran’s heart sank. He had originally thought that Wuji Jun was likely seduced by Brand and indulged him in reorganizing the Wuji Domain. Now it seemed that this Wuji Jun himself was no saint.

"Duran, to be honest... there aren't many alchemists left in the Wuji Domain now. We urgently need manpower," Brand walked forward slowly, his eyes fixed on Duran’s, speaking word by word.

"Do you choose to join us and become one of the creators of the eternal domain... or become a part of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Brand finally dropped his disguise, revealing his hideous fangs. The gold spread out beneath their feet reflected his face, making it look increasingly cold... In the center of the cathedral, the mercury moon with the eyeball was also silently watching him.

Duran knew that he was likely in grave danger this time.

His hands within his sleeves slowly opened, and wisps of electric arcs danced along the patterns on his palms. Just as he intended to make a final desperate struggle against Brand, the mercury moon floating in the air suddenly had its pupil contract slightly, looking toward the edge of the cathedral!

At this moment, Brand also seemed to notice something and turned to look.

They saw a passerby in plain clothes standing in the corner of the cathedral, his face so ordinary that one would forget it after a single glance... He stood there quietly, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. If Wuji Jun hadn't detected his presence, Brand probably wouldn't have noticed a person there even until dawn.

"Who?! How long have you been there!" Brand’s body tensed up, and he growled vigilantly.

"So I was seen through after all... As expected of a Ninth-Rank Demigod," Mo Jiao huddled in the corner and sighed helplessly. "But this trip was worth it; I witnessed an incredible scene."

Mo Jiao’s appearance caused the atmosphere in the cathedral to freeze instantly. After all, they hadn't expected such a confidential conversation to be overheard by an outsider. Brand’s face turned as ugly as iron.

But before he could act, Wuji Jun moved first. Thousands of mercury hands emerged from mid-air, grabbing toward Mo Jiao’s body from all directions. The Ninth-Rank pressure descended suddenly!

The next moment, Duran seized the opportunity, raised his hands without hesitation, and clapped his palms together!

Clap—!

With a soft sound, a whirlwind of ash surged around him, covering most of the cathedral, and he fled outward through the chaos without hesitation!

"Trying to run?!" Seeing this, the malice in Brand’s eyes intensified. His figure turned into a black shadow, chasing rapidly in that direction!

Mo Jiao, on the other hand, was the calmest person on the scene. He just watched as thousands of mercury hands wrapped around his body. Under their touch, his figure was gradually converted into other substances, decaying and rotting.

"We at the Twilight Society have never participated in affairs between domains," Mo Jiao looked calmly at the mercury sphere in the cathedral.

"However, we will definitely recover the corpses of the Nine Sovereigns. No matter how you struggle, the result will not change... I look forward to attending your funeral."

Mo Jiao’s avatar disappeared rapidly under the conversion of countless mercury hands, eventually turning into a handful of dust that drifted lightly in the air.

In the cathedral, Wuji Jun’s pupils narrowed slightly...

……

Boom—!!

With a giant wave crashing against the reef, Chen Ling’s figure was swept into the seabed again!

"Nineteenth time." Outside the projection, Wenren You bent down another finger, his expression complex. "He’s been sent flying nineteen times in a row, yet Junior Brother’s movements still haven't shown a shred of hesitation... It seems he’s really giving it his all."

"This is just the beginning," Ning Ruyu said calmly.

"According to my estimation, he won't even grasp the key essentials before being sent flying fifty times, and even if he does, he might not be able to release it successfully... Even with Junior Brother’s terrifying talent, he should need to be sent flying seventy or eighty times before succeeding."

Luan Mei pondered for a long time and shook her head:

"I feel... he won't need that many times."

"Oh?"

"Haven't you noticed?" Luan Mei pointed to Chen Ling’s hands. "He is no longer deliberately imitating Senior Brother’s gestures, which means he has likely guessed the essentials and is in the stage of attempting to release it..."

"He guessed it that quickly?" A flash of surprise crossed Wenren You’s eyes.

Ning Ruyu watched Chen Ling’s hands with full concentration. After the latter was sent flying for the twentieth time, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Junior Sister is right; he has indeed achieved enlightenment... Next, it depends on how he chooses to do it."

Meanwhile.

Amidst the turbulent waves, a scarred hand reached out, gripping a protruding reef tightly, and then a bright red figure slowly climbed up...