Chapter 485: Return to Their Owners

Hundreds of high-grade Dao instruments lay before Su Che, treasures that he had spent over thirty years searching for in the Mi Xian Realm without success.
In such a situation, Su Che’s first reaction was to take them all into the Immortal Prison.
Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the fact that each Dao instrument possessed its own pride—just like those wealthy people who, faced with the pressure of a dozen Yuan Ying cultivators, would rather perish than surrender.
Thus, it was absolutely impossible for him to subdue so many top-quality, supreme, and even ultimate-grade Dao instruments solely with his own strength.
Would the Witch God help?
Su Che thought that with the Witch God’s lofty status and vision, how could he possibly help him “clean up trash”?
“There are still some changes!”
The Witch God hovered high in the sky, seemingly gazing into the distance. But with his terrifyingly powerful divine consciousness, it took him but an instant to thoroughly survey the entire million-mile area of the Mi Xian Realm, leaving no corner unexamined.
Su Che and Tian Yin both understood his remark: Four million years ago, when the Witch God led his people to ascend to the Immortal Realm, they were punished by the Heavenly Dao. The Mi Xian Realm was hit hardest, split in two—forming the Greater and Lesser Mi Xian Realms.
Now that it had recombined, the structure of its internal world must have changed.
As the master of this realm, it was only natural for him to express such thoughts upon returning home. Anyone would feel the same way.
Buzz…
The hundreds of Dao instruments piled before Su Che suddenly emitted intense vibrations. It seemed they had suddenly awakened from slumber, realizing something was wrong, and were about to go berserk in resistance.
Su Che frowned, thinking, “What a joke! Hundreds of Dao instruments? I can barely suppress even the lowest-grade ones—that’s already quite good. If they all go wild, there’s no way I can stop them…”
Lao Hei in the Immortal Prison was also very anxious and shouted, “This Witch God is really stingy! Doesn’t he understand the principle of seeing things through to the end? Why act so aloof here?”
As soon as he finished speaking, they saw the Witch God, who was facing Su Che sideways, reach out and say, “The Mi Xian Command Flag!”

Faced with the Witch God’s demands, Su Che would show no hesitation or resistance. To be honest, he didn’t even have the ability to resist—Su Che was only at the Yuan Ying stage in the cultivation world, while the Witch God was a peak warrior in the immortal realm. The gap between them was countless realms, far beyond anything that could be described as “world apart.”

In such a case, it was better to cooperate with him wholeheartedly.

Swish!

The Mi Xian Flag, which had been in Su Che’s hands for decades, was handed over to someone else for the first time. Of course, it also returned to its original creator, its true owner.

Things returning to their rightful owners!

Though it was returning to its rightful owner, Su Che still felt uneasy. After all, it was still a sense of “loss”—how could he feel comfortable?

The Mi Xian Realm was the only one of its kind in the entire universe of the immortal and mortal realms—it was an extremely special spatial magic artifact. Although Su Che didn’t care much about its internal space size, for now, it was indeed his talisman, a super treasure that helped him defeat enemies.

Including the deceased Jing Lan Shan, all four of his subordinates were captured thanks to the unique power of the Mi Xian Realm. In fact, without it, he wouldn’t even know how many times he had already died.

Yet today, such a talisman was to be completely handed over to someone else. Though it was true that borrowed things must be returned, the feeling in his heart was still unbearable.

Su Che would rather give up hundreds of Dao artifacts right now than lose the Mi Xian Realm. After all, though hundreds of Dao artifacts might seem impressive, they actually didn’t significantly change his strength.

During battles, how many magic artifacts could he control at once? How useful was more quantity?

Moreover, the powerful cultivators in the Spirit Realm also possessed top-tier and ultimate Dao artifacts. In this regard, he had no advantage. Without the Mi Xian Realm, how could he fight against them or defend himself from their attacks?

But it was useless to dwell on these thoughts. The Mi Xian Flag, which had followed Su Che for over forty years, and the Mi Xian Realm itself, which had existed for over thirty years, had now been handed over to the Witch God. From this day onward, the name “Mi Xian” would be completely severed from him!

Standing quietly aside, Tian Yin watched Su Che’s profile silently. It seemed as though she could understand the man’s feelings at this moment, but she couldn’t do anything to help him.

The Mi Xian Realm was a sacred place for the Witch race to compensate for their innate deficiencies and cultivate their spiritual essences. It carried the fate of billions of Witch race members and truly belonged to the entire race, not just one individual.

Even the Witch God, who created the Mi Xian Sacred Land with his own hands, would not dare to say, “The Mi Xian Realm belongs to me.” Yes, not even the Witch God could do that. At this moment, the Witch God gently stroked the Mi Xian Flag and said solemnly, “Su Che, since I first met you, I haven’t thanked you yet, have I? I want to express my gratitude now for helping us find the Mi Xian Flag and bringing the Mi Xian Realms together. Otherwise, my return would be delayed indefinitely.”

“Witch God, there’s no need for thanks. It was just a coincidence, purely the result of fate,” Su Che replied humbly.

“That’s right, it indeed was fate’s arrangement,” the Witch God nodded. “If, on the contrary, fate had made you hide the Mi Xian Flag, preventing the Mi Xian Realms from ever being united, then the future of the Witch Clan would be bleak. It is for this reason that I am grateful to you—you have brought good fortune to the Witch Clan, haven’t you?”

Su Che smiled and nodded, acknowledging it. What the Witch God had said made perfect sense. If fate hadn’t led Su Che into the Lesser Mi Xian Realm, the Mi Xian Flag might have remained sealed away in the Immortal Prison forever. After all, once anything entered the Immortal Prison, its connection to the outside world was completely severed, making the unification of the Greater and Lesser Mi Xian Realms impossible to predict for a long time.

Swish! As he spoke, the Witch God waved his hand casually. It was unclear what method he used, but the hundreds of restless Dao artifacts nearby immediately became quiet. Then, a silver light sphere appeared and sucked them all in. The silver sphere slowly floated toward Su Che, and the Witch God said, “This is just a minor spatial spell. Those treasures are temporarily suppressed inside, and they won’t be able to escape for ten years.”

Su Che didn’t need him to explain further. He could guess that as long as he controlled the silver sphere, he could release the Dao artifacts one by one and subdue them. Ten years was more than enough time.

After expressing his thanks, Su Che stored the silver sphere in the Giant Wealth Palace, planning to transfer it into the Immortal Prison at an appropriate time. This was because he didn’t dare to use the Immortal Prison to take in items in front of the Witch God, fearing he might discover its existence. In the presence of someone at the Witch God’s level, everything related to the Immortal Prison required extreme caution.

After that, the Witch God said to Tian Yin and Su Che, “Wait here for a few days while I go make some preparations.” Tian Yin and Su Che nodded in agreement, fully understanding the significance of his words about “preparations.”

In a few days, a great calamity would strike the world.

The Witch God vanished in an instant, leaving no trace of where he went in the Immortal Realm or what he intended to do. These were his secrets, and Tianyin and Su Che truly had no right to know them.
After the Witch God left, Tianyin’s gaze at Su Che carried countless words—some of comfort, some of apology.
“I’m fine.”
Su Che held her small hands in his own, speaking softly, “This day would come sooner or later, wouldn’t it?”
Tianyin nodded gently, slowly leaning into his arms, and whispered in his ear, “From today on, I’m just a human.”
“Good!”
Su Che smiled happily and held her tightly…
“From today on, I’m just a human.”
Tianyin’s words meant that the Witch God’s mission to return had been completed. From now on, as a human, she would live with Su Che from a human perspective and no longer interfere in matters of the Witch Clan.
The mission she had undertaken in her past life was finished; in this life, as a woman, she had found a goal that mattered more to her—this man she wanted to rely on for life…
During this waiting period, Su Che couldn’t always be affectionate with Tianyin, as they were in the Immortal Realm, where every move could be seen by the Witch God. Intimate gestures between a man and a woman would surely seem highly awkward to outsiders.
So, the two descended to a mountain peak and continued to meditate separately, each busy with their own tasks.
Su Che didn’t practice cultivation but used this time to study the ancient weapon-refining talisman.
Whoosh!
The ancient weapon-refining talisman was transferred from the vast storage space into the Immortal Prison.
“A mighty Witch God, an old creature that has lived for tens of millions of years, actually goes to an auction hall to compete unfairly with you? How utterly boring!” Old Black muttered, holding the talisman in his hand.
Of course, the real reason he was so dissatisfied with that Witch God was that he had “stolen” his master’s Immortal Realm.
Su Che chuckled inwardly, “No matter if it’s tens of millions or billions of years, one should always maintain a sense of innocence. Otherwise, life becomes dull, and once everything seems unimportant, where’s the joy in life?”
“Makes sense! I, Old Black, will keep my innocence forever!”
Old Black weighed the talisman in his hand, felt it carefully, and soon reported, “Master, this thing can indeed be fused, but whether it will produce the effect we hope for after fusion remains uncertain for now.”

Su Che didn’t rush things but asked carefully, “Which layer of the Immortal Prison will be used for the fusion?”
“The third layer of the Immortal Prison,” replied Lao Hei.
Su Che named the third layer the Pill Realm. It was originally designed for alchemy, but it also had the function of refining and purifying various materials. Using this layer to fuse the weapon-refining talisman made perfect sense.
“I once promised a wealthy man that I would upgrade it to an elite Dao artifact, even a top-tier Dao artifact, and one day, perhaps even elevate it to the rank of an immortal artifact…”
Su Che silently prayed to the Immortal Prison in his heart: “I hope the Immortal Prison Pagoda can fulfill this wish of mine; I hope that after fusing this ancient weapon-refining talisman, the third layer of the Immortal Prison will possess the magical ability to upgrade treasures…”
Now that he knew the Immortal Prison could be shaped according to his own needs, at such a moment, Su Che was determined to make his wishes clear to the Immortal Prison Pagoda.