He, the Wishing Witch God.
Had no desire for revenge, started giving up, and began a new journey as a wanderer on earth, hiding away.
For a time, it seemed the world had nothing to do with him.
After the fall of the Wishing Witch Country, a new second-generation Wishing Witch God appeared among the remnants.
This person's name is Qiu.
Qiu, simple and honest, with his heart caring for the people, began to lead the remnants earnestly in their counterattack.
He was an employee of the Oil Garden's heavy section, with an affinity reaching 89, considered excellent.
But their combat strength was greatly diminished, their good hand of cards ruined, leaving them only as a vassal state of the Witch Priest tribe.
Within the palace.
"We are willing to submit and hand over the Divine Object!" Qiu was forced to yield.
"Is this the power of the Wishing Witch God?"
The Witch Priest God Ji Qianfan looked at this Divine Object.
His name within the tribe was Huan.
After studying this Divine Object, he found he had absolutely no affinity, thus gave up the thought of seizing a second Divine Power.
Enslaving the second-generation Wishing Witch God will suffice!
Moreover, this Qiu before him, simple and honest, would not resist.
"Very well, second-generation Wishing Witch God, let's have a pleasant cooperation."
"Previously, this waste built a palace, indulged in debauchery, and neglected progress, ignoring several invitations to cooperate."
"Now, combined with both of us, our two Divine Spirits, we are certain to create a brand-new system!"
Though he spoke of cooperation, in reality, it was enslavement.
He began establishing a new system, researching the future path forward.
Because he had already reached fourth-tier in reality.
Here, it seemed as though he was aided by divine power, quickly restoring to fourth-tier, and had begun exploring a new path.
"I want to spread the method of cultivation to the world, the stronger they are, the stronger the soul, which is better for making blessed artifacts!"
He served as the Divine Object of the soul, naturally, the stronger the soul, the better.
Within less than ten years.
With the popularization of cultivation methods, the average level of human tribes elevated a notch.
And the Witch Priest God said: "Since their average lifespan has more than doubled, then, the extra portion of their lifespan belongs to me."
Originally, a human could live for sixty years.
After breaking through first-tier, they could live to a hundred and twenty years.
And now, he prepared to harvest their souls when the people reached sixty.
At this time, they were in middle age, with their souls at peak.
Harvesting earlier, the soul was not sufficient.
Harvesting later, the soul began to wither.
With no opponent, the Witch Priest God began acting recklessly.
He had never regarded himself as the same species as normal humans from birth, even determining whether his parents could sit at the table depended on his word.
Especially now?
They became the Witch Priest race, already divine and demonic beings, vastly different from ordinary human tribes.
In no time, millions of Witch Priests began heading to various tribes, harvesting souls.
"Why, why, let go of my father!" Several children emerged from the tribe, pleading desperately.
The leading Witch Priest held a white bone staff, speaking coldly:
"The Witch Priest God wants to summon your father, this is your fortune, he was supposed to die at sixty, now we're just taking back the lifespan that the divine granted him which he was supposed to die of old age."
The children were stunned, feeling it made some sense, yet something seemed off: "This, this..."
The Witch Priest continued: "Furthermore, he should actually be grateful for the divine's grace."
"Most people start aging in their thirties, but he, still very young at thirty, lived looking like a young man until sixty."
"Previously, one died at sixty, now also at sixty, the same sixty years of lifespan, you should be even more grateful to the Witch Priest God!"
Such occurrences were happening in every tribe.
Humans, used as livestock.
Divine Spirits, raising humans.
The Witch Priest path, cultivating soul Divine Objects, needed souls greatly!
Sixty years passed quickly.
The entire ground seemed to turn into a field of soul wheat, with Witch Priests becoming the farmers.
The gods, herding all living beings.
"We don't want to die so quickly."
"Why do you harvest us?"
"They treat us like straw!"
The tribe members gradually became dissatisfied.
Alas, no one was capable of opposing them anymore.
Some went to plead with the second-generation Wishing Witch God.
This one told them, "I am far from their match!"
"In the beginning, we held absolute advantage!"
"Oil was everywhere, but souls were scarce, our cultivation materials were not in the same quantity, even without the divine's help, we could crush them!"
"But now, souls are everywhere, their power has become unimaginable!"
The local tribal leaders returned in disappointment.
The Witch Priests were too powerful.
However, as time passed, with large numbers of young souls harvested, Witch Priest civilization began to thrive unprecedentedly.
The living populace was in immense suffering.
On the Divine Mountain of Witch Priests, some farsighted Witch Priest relatives suggested:
"Witch Priest God, the tribe's constant rebellion may eventually lead to disaster."
Some retorted: "We've prolonged their lives, naturally, we take it back, it's fair, they're truly ungrateful!"
"Enough!"
The Witch Priest God said, "In that case, let's disguise it."
"When they reach the age their lifespan should be taken, we will use soul-calling magic to remotely seize their souls!"
Thus, major tribes found that the Witch Priests capturing tribe members disappeared.
All the people had their related memories erased.
Yet things had become very eerie!
Lifespan ended, and death came suddenly.
Major tribes began circulating a tale of the Death God.
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