Chapter 484: The Return of the Witch God

“After 4.3 million years, I’m back!”
Hearing these words, coupled with the fact that this person had taken away the Mi Xian Realm from him, Su Che was 100% certain that this was the ruler of the Witch Clan—the Witch God!
He knew that his control over the Mi Xian Realm was only 30%, and that was merely external control; the remaining 70% belonged to the Guardian of Mi Xian. And since the Guardian of Mi Xian was created by the Witch God, it was no surprise that the Witch God could easily take the realm away from him.
Moreover, thanks to the spatial positioning of the Mi Xian Realm, the Witch God could easily find him—this also wasn’t surprising.
After realizing all this, Su Che said nothing further and asked no questions. With a thought, he summoned Tian Yin from within the Palace of Wealth. Tian Yin would surely make the final judgment on whether this fake Qing Yun was indeed the Witch God.
When Tian Yin appeared, she was taken aback by seeing the fake Qing Yun across from her. She then asked tentatively, “Lord Witch God?”
The fake Qing Yun nodded with a smile, then transformed into another appearance: muscular, with a stern face and sharply defined features, exuding a strong masculine aura.
Although his height and build remained normal, and although he didn’t deliberately project an overwhelming aura of power, this appearance clearly matched what a leader of the Witch Clan should look like.
At this point, Tian Yin had no doubts left. She bowed respectfully and said, “Congratulations, Lord Witch God, on your return to the realm of cultivation. The great plan for the rise of the Witch Clan is now within reach.”
“Tian Yin, you’ve worked hard these years,” the Witch God said gently.
“It wasn’t hard at all,” she replied, shaking her head lightly. Her gentle gaze fell on Su Che as she said to the Witch God, “Over the years, I’ve hardly done anything. It’s been Su Che who’s rushed around, taking on all the difficulties and obstacles for me. Lord Witch God, it’s Su Che who deserves the greatest credit for your return.”
“I know,” the Witch God nodded, his gaze also fixed on Su Che. “I know much about many things, even if I haven’t seen them with my own eyes.”
Su Che nodded at him lightly, but inwardly felt that the Witch God’s words seemed to carry a double meaning.
“Su Che, is there any problem?”
Noticing Su Che’s unusual expression, the Witch God asked with a smile, “If you have any doubts, just speak up. It’s okay.”
“There’s no problem.”

Su Che shook his head and said in a low voice, “I just found it too sudden. Moreover, the return of the Witch God is vastly different from what I had imagined. I was momentarily stunned.” At this moment, Su Che was telling the truth. He had originally thought that the return of the Witch God would be something earth-shattering—darkness covering the sky and sun, the entire cultivation world trembling in shock, even countless stars in the sky being destroyed, shattered, and vanished… But instead, he simply appeared before him in a quiet manner. The only thing unusual was that he pretended to be the leader of the Qingyun Sect to bid against him for treasures, playing a small trick. Was he really the Witch God? Or was he just an avatar or projection of the Witch God, with the true body still in the Immortal Realm? In Su Che’s imagination, the Witch God was the sole leader of the entire Witch Clan, a top-tier existence even in the Immortal Realm. He should have seemed supremely majestic and awe-inspiring, making one too afraid to look directly at him. A mere insignificant person like himself would have trembled in front of him, not even daring to lift his head… But now, even though he had revealed his true form, he seemed so ordinary, so unimposing. His presence wasn’t even comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator in the cultivation world—at most, he resembled a so-called brave general appointed by some dynasty in the mortal world. Could such a person really be the Witch God? This was the sense of confusion Su Che felt at that moment. The Witch God smiled faintly, seemingly guessing Su Che’s thoughts, and said, “The one standing before you now is indeed my true form. At the same time, there is another me in the Immortal Realm—just an avatar created to deceive others.” Tian Yin also whispered in Su Che’s ear, “Considering the timing, the Witch God returned to the cultivation world sixty years earlier. To conceal his intentions, this return had to be kept completely secret.” Hearing Tian Yin’s explanation, Su Che finally understood completely. Indeed, the Witch God’s tactics were truly formidable—he had even deceived heaven itself. The tremors in the heavens served as a warning, signaling that a great calamity would strike within a hundred years. But since the Witch God had returned to the cultivation world sixty years ahead of time, it meant the great calamity would also arrive sixty years earlier. So, Su Che asked curiously, “Witch God, didn’t the immortals in the Immortal Realm notice your early return at all? Or, with their wisdom, could they really not guess it?” “Whether they noticed or could guess it—none of that matters.”

In the Witch God’s faint smile, a hint of arrogance shone through: “This plan has been in preparation for eight million years—now no one can stop it.”
Su Che nodded silently, feeling a great deal of admiration in his heart: “Eight million years ago, the Witch God had already begun to plan and strategize… They say nothing is impossible in this world, as long as one has the determination. Over such a long period, with his wisdom, he must have accounted for everything, considered all possibilities, and planned everything out. In both the immortal and mortal realms, what force could stop him?”
Lao He also muttered softly in the Immortal Prison: “Surely, the Witch God has anticipated every possible obstruction from the immortals in the celestial realm and must have prepared countermeasures in advance. This is true foresight—there are almost no gaps. Spending eight million years planning one thing—how could it not succeed? Such a person is truly the most terrifying in the world!”
It’s a truth understood by all: often, the power of wisdom is more terrifying than that of fists.
Tap! Tap!
The Witch God tapped twice on the completely invisible Mi Xian Realm and said to Su Che, “Mi Xian Realm, I want to take it back. Is there anything else you want here?”
“Yes!”
Su Che replied shamelessly, “I still haven’t collected all the magical artifacts left in the Mi Xian Realm. Moreover, I haven’t obtained many true treasures either.”
It had been over thirty years since he obtained the Mi Xian Realm, and during that time, Su Che’s quest to gather treasures never ceased. He had found countless spiritual treasures and materials, even hundreds of extremely precious immortal crystals. Yet, among the Dao artifacts, he had only acquired a dozen or so, and all of them were of lower or middle-grade.
Su Che had reason to suspect that the truly valuable items were hidden by the Witch God. After all, four million years ago, the Witch Clan had killed so many powerful cultivators at the Lingxu stage or above—there couldn’t possibly be only a few Dao artifacts…
In front of the Witch God, he openly displayed such a greed-driven attitude. Even Tian Yin, standing nearby, couldn’t help but blush secretly, cursing inwardly: “Can’t he be more subtle?”
The Witch God laughed heartily several times and nodded, saying, “Good. I really like your straightforward personality.”
“Thank you, Great Witch God, for your tolerance and generosity,” Su Che bowed in gratitude.
Tian Yin, however, curled her lips secretly, scoffing in her heart: “What’s so straightforward about it? It’s just thick-skinnedness.”

Of course, though she thought that way, deep down she still favored Su Che. Even if Su Che didn’t mention it, she would find an opportunity to ask the Witch God to award all those treasures to him. After all, those things were useless to the Witch Clan as well…
Huh!
Under the Witch God’s control, the Mi Xian Realm expanded significantly, and silently, an entrance appeared.
“It’s been four million years since I last entered the Mi Xian Realm. Is it still the same?”
Before entering, the Witch God glanced at Su Che, as if to say, “If you want the treasures, come with me.”
Whoosh!
Su Che and Tian Yin also disappeared, entering the invisible Mi Xian Realm.
Su Che had entered this vast world within the Mi Xian Realm countless times, but today it felt different—its true master had returned, and from now on, he would be completely cut off from it.
“Witch God!”
As soon as he entered, he saw the phantom of the Mi Xian Guardian bowing deeply to the Witch God. Although the Witch Clan’s etiquette wasn’t as strict as humans’, prostration was still practiced.
The Witch God nodded slightly and, with a casual gesture, swiped his hand, causing the phantom of the Guardian to vanish into his palm. Presumably, through such fusion, he could instantly learn everything that had happened in the Mi Xian Realm over millions of years.
A few moments later, the Witch God turned around and gave Su Che a strange smile.
Su Che was stunned, not understanding why he was smiling—what was there to laugh about?
“I’ve searched for decades without finding those worthless magical artifacts. You’re quite foolish,” the Witch God said in a deep voice. “Do you really think such low-grade stuff is worth my effort to hide?”
The treasures that Su Che considered precious—top-grade, supreme-grade, even ultimate-grade Dao artifacts—were, in the Witch God’s eyes, nothing but trash. No one in the world would waste effort on a pile of junk.
“That’s strange,” Su Che said, frowning slightly. “Why haven’t I been able to find them? Even that Guardian knows nothing…”
Clearly, the Witch God didn’t have the patience to explain this trivial matter to Su Che. With an indifferent wave of his hand, Su Che witnessed a truly spectacular scene.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Hundreds of magical artifacts fell from above, indeed like a pile of trash dumped from the void.
“Are these the Dao artifacts I’ve been searching for?”
Watching this pile of various magical artifacts emitting powerful auras, Su Che’s heart raced—he was extremely excited.

Hundreds of magical artifacts, with the worst ones still being top-grade Dao instruments, among which there are many supreme-grade Dao instruments, and it’s even possible that there are ultimate-grade Dao instruments as well…
Yet they just fell before our eyes with a clattering sound, like a pile of discarded trash!
Such a scene—far from the cultivation world—would probably be extremely rare even in the spirit realm, right?