Chapter 35 The Demon Race’s Heavenly Court and the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

Time froze.

Ling Chen looked at the battle scene he had visualized and nodded with great satisfaction. The Mythic Secret Realm system proved incredibly reliable. It not only perfectly recreated the prehistoric war he had imagined but also filled in numerous intricate details.

Even the fear of every tiny living being under the blazing light of the ten suns was vividly portrayed, making one deeply feel the terror and helplessness of all life at that time.

The system magnificently emphasized the unmatched divine might of the ten Golden Crow princes. Then came Hou Yi’s appearance—like a savior descending from the heavens. His figure was tall and majestic, like a mountain.

The grand scene of him shooting down nine suns in a row was so stirring that it left people breathless with excitement. Those ten Golden Crows, just moments ago so domineering and seemingly capable of destroying the world, were now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered beneath Hou Yi’s divine bow.

The stark contrast created a powerful emotional impact that stirred the soul. But what Ling Chen was most satisfied with was undoubtedly the final scene. The Demon Emperor Di Jun descended as the supreme Heavenly Emperor, bringing with him the sound of the Great Dao, revealing Hou Yi’s true origins.

He even summoned a golden hand large enough to cover the sky, piercing through the heavens in an attempt to strike Hou Yi down. Though Hou Yi’s body was incomparably tall, before that golden hand, he seemed insignificant—as if he were just an ant about to be crushed, utterly powerless to resist.

This intense contrast was enough to deliver an overwhelmingly powerful visual impact!

The visuals, the story, the suspense…

Almost all the elements were present, stirring the viewer’s emotions and filling them with wild imagination and speculation about what would come next.

But Ling Chen felt that something was still missing. He wanted to create an even grander scene. Under his envisioning, the previously frozen image began to move again. It was not a golden hand directly suppressing and killing Hou Yi—but rather, the scene zoomed out, farther and farther.

Some characters who had originally been outside the frame now began to appear one by one. Faintly visible, above the shattered sky dome, was a heavenly court as splendid as a fairyland, hidden among immortal clouds, looming in and out of sight.

Two incomparably massive three-legged Golden Crows stood side by side atop the heavenly court, with countless pure-blooded great demons—beings that had only existed in murals—arrayed behind them. The gazes of these demons were filled with anger and sorrow.

Especially the leading Golden Crow, wearing an imperial crown of purple-gold, whose deep eyes seemed to contain endless universes, constantly being born and destroyed.

The entire sky was affected by his will, radiating an overwhelming sense of sorrow. And on the other side, at the far, far edge of the horizon, twelve towering giants—like walls of iron—could be seen striding forth.

The first resembled a yellow sack, red as burning fire, with six legs, four wings, and a faceless, featureless body. The second was green like jade bamboo, with the body of a bird and the face of a human.

The third figure had a beast’s head and a human body, covered in red scales, with fire serpents hanging from its ears. The fourth had a human face and a tiger’s body, clad in golden scales, wings sprouting from its shoulders, and a serpent hanging from its left ear.

The fifth had a python’s head and a human body, draped in black scales, standing on a black dragon, with a green python coiled around its arm.

The sixth was a ferocious giant beast, its entire body bristling with bone spikes. The seventh had a human body with a snake’s tail, seven hands on its back, two hands on its chest, both grasping a soaring serpent.

The eighth held a serpent in its mouth and another in its hands, with a tiger’s head and a human body, four hoofed feet, and long elbows.

The ninth had a human head and a dragon’s body, completely crimson in color.

The tenth had eight heads with human faces, a tiger’s body, and ten tails. The eleventh had a human face and a bird’s body, with a green snake hanging from each ear and a red snake held in its hand. The twelfth had a human face and a beast’s body, dog-like ears, and green snakes hanging from both ears.

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Their appearances were clearly of the same lineage as the godly archer Hou Yi, yet each of them was countless times larger. The aura they emitted surged like vast waves of the sea, one crest following another.

It was the aura of war—blazing, unstoppable battle intent. It was as if their entire race had been born for war. Even the surrounding void couldn’t withstand their power and began to collapse inch by inch, forming terrifying black holes.

This power that shattered space itself only further emphasized their status as overlords of the land. A mere glance would make one feel compelled to submit.

“Whew…”

Ling Chen let out a long breath and directly brought out all the big shots of the Demon Race Heavenly Court and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. With this, the main characters of the great struggle between the Demon and Witch races were basically in place.

The Demon Race Heavenly Court had the Demon Emperor Dijun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the Demon Master Kunpeng, Fuxi, Baize, Jimeng, Yingzhao…

The Witch Race had the Twelve Ancestral Witches, including Hou Yi, Xingtian, Kuafu…

Ling Chen would gradually reveal the identities of these figures and the stories behind them. As each secret realm was unearthed and the truth came to light, these tales would connect together and fully present that ancient era to everyone. But that was something for later.

Though the story for the second layer of the Golden Crow Secret Realm was more or less finished, it still lacked the most important treasure.

Thinking back to the first layer, where he had taken ordinary Golden Crow essence blood and passed it off as royal blood from the Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan, Ling Chen couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

That girl Xiao Yueying had really been fooled by him—she naively believed she had inherited the legacy of the Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan and received a cultivation technique personally created by the Demon Emperor Dijun. But this was a hidden danger.

As more secret realms related to the “Great Demon-Witch War” were discovered, Xiao Yueying would inevitably notice something was off. Ling Chen couldn’t allow any holes in the myth he was crafting. So this time, he planned to patch things up—using the treasure of the second layer to create the illusion of time erosion.

He would indirectly suggest that the essence in the royal blood from the first layer had long since faded, its divine power less than one ten-thousandth of the original.

“Sorry… I’ll lie to you again next time.”

Ling Chen silently mourned for Xiao Yueying in his heart.