Not long after, Yi Xia found one of them shining with a faint golden light in the endless spiritual light.

It is so different from other auras, gentle and peaceful.

Yi Xia looked at it and found that it led to a more brilliant and bright idea.

In the sea of ​​consciousness that is full of ferocity and destruction, it seems so out of place, yet so natural.

Yi Xia suddenly had some vague idea, some idea.

It seems a bit abrupt, but it doesn't go beyond Yi Xia's philosophy.

He can become a witch not only because of his bloodline or network.

His will and thoughts are also consistent with the path of witchcraft.

Just like he walked on this land cautiously but wantonly.

This is his home, the place he swore to protect.

Under some kind of bright, warm light, a dog-like star spirit with leopard prints sneakily emerged from the dark sea of ​​stars.

Surrounding it is endless ferocity and destruction.

It trembled through it and gradually merged into Yi Xia's sea of ​​consciousness.

It is not powerful, but it means "good harvest"...

When the world no longer needs the light of "stars" to dispel darkness, witches can still revive life with the bright morning light.

A war witch full of destruction can also use his rough and battle-scarred palms to carefully twist a scattered seed.

That is the belief of witches.

It connects the heaven and the earth, talks about ghosts and gods, and guides human beings throughout ancient and modern times.

But now, it is just starting again after endless years...

Maybe, this is my path?

The legendary way of fighting witches is also a gentle watch.

Yi Xia closed her eyes.
Chapter completed!