Chapter 52 A great victory
The three ancient witches immediately felt a powerful force entering their bodies, sealing their consciousness in an endless dark space.

In the real world, the three ancient witches who were struggling desperately suddenly froze up and finally collapsed powerlessly on the ground. Nuwa looked at Hengming with surprise. She knew that fate was mysterious, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.

A drop of sweat slowly ran down Hengming's forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't just stand there and watch. Take action quickly! I can't block their consciousness for too long!"

Nuwa then woke up as if from a dream. She waved her jade finger and the furnace of creation immediately sucked the three ancient witches into the furnace. A fierce flame of creation ignited. The consciousness of the three ancient witches was still constantly sealed, so they were naturally unable to resist the burning of the flame of creation.

But in just a moment, pieces of charred black appeared on the bodies of the three ancient witches, and drops of blood flowed out, turning into a long river flowing in the furnace of creation.

Hengming seized the opportunity and immediately threw out the life map. The life map then turned into a stream of light that constantly shuttled through the bodies of the three ancestor witches, absorbing their essence, blood, and luck.

He did not forget that his luck would still be in a low state for the next 20,000 years, and he could only rely on the luck of Mount Hua and Mount Heng to slowly replenish it, while he himself could not produce any luck at all.

Otherwise, he would have climbed Mount Buzhou long ago. There would be no need for him to wander around nearby. However, seeing that his luck was low and fate also dictated that even if he managed to climb Mount Buzhou, there would be no good treasures to find. That's why he just wandered around nearby casually.

If we want to end the 20,000-year period of low luck as soon as possible, we must use luck to make up for the consumption. What could be better than the luck of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?
Rich luck was forcibly sucked out by the fate diagram. If it were any other innate great god, it would certainly not be so easy, because they could use magic treasures to suppress the luck. Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were deformed and had no soul and could not use magic treasures to suppress the luck, could be absorbed by him in this way.

Hengming slowly closed his eyes. Twenty thousand years, fifteen thousand years, ten thousand years, five thousand years, two thousand years, until the last year of luck was repaid successfully. He suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart, as if a huge mountain had been unloaded from his back. Naturally, he felt extremely relaxed.

"Finally, the downturn in my luck is over. I can go up Mount Buzhou to look for my opportunity!" Heng Ming said with emotion. Although the downturn in his luck only lasted for a few thousand years for him, the heavy feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

It is naturally wonderful to be able to repay it in advance now.

But the absorption of the fate chart has not yet ended. More luck is sucked out of the fate chart and transformed into Hengming's own luck.

The luck that was originally just a small wheel expanded rapidly and turned into a long river that kept rushing. Finally, strands of luck like jade ropes stretched out from the long river and spread to the invisible depths.

Each jade rope represents an opportunity for eternal life, but some jade ropes are as thin as silk, while some are as thick as pillars, representing the depth of each opportunity.

Originally, Hengming had no way to manifest the jade rope, and could only look for opportunities based on guidance from the unknown. However, after experiencing the ups and downs of luck, he understood many principles of fate, and was able to manifest it and finally look for it carefully.

One of the thickest jade ropes extended to a towering sacred mountain, which was Mount Buzhou.

Before Hengming could carefully see what this opportunity was, the power of destiny in his body began to dissipate suddenly. This was because the three ancient witches were struggling to break free from their restraints and did not want to be imprisoned anymore.

"Stubborn!" Heng Ming was unhappy about being disturbed, but he also knew that he could not trap these ancient witches for too long. Finally, he let the life map suck a lot of it and released the consciousness of these ancient witches.

At the same time, he did not forget to send a message to Nuwa: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I can't control myself anymore. Let them go quickly, otherwise your companion spirit treasure will be hurt." Nuwa was also immersed in absorbing the power of the three ancestor witches. After hearing Heng Ming's words, although she was reluctant, her reason was greater than her greed. The furnace of creation immediately spewed out the three ancestor witches, and finally they staggered towards Nuwa.

The Creation Furnace was flying slowly, swaying from side to side as if it was drunk, and it was obvious that it had gained a great benefit.

As soon as Xizi and the other two regained consciousness, they immediately felt that their real bodies were extremely weak. Not only had they lost 30% to 40% of their essence and blood, but even their luck had been lost greatly, at least 50%. They couldn't help but feel very angry.

However, they were unable to do anything to Nuwa Hengming even when they were in their prime, let alone in their current half-dead state. Seeing the fierce looks on the two men's faces, the three of them did not hesitate any more and immediately crushed a talisman. A chaotic force of time and space appeared and quickly took them away.

Jiufeng Houyi, who was ignored by these five people, also took out a similar talisman and left this place of trouble quietly, leaving behind some witches who set up a formation to trap Lingzhuzi.

In this ambush on Nuwa, the Witch Clan suffered a great defeat. Not only did they fail to gain any results, but their three ancestor witches were seriously injured. It was a total loss.

Heng Ming did not want to stop the three ancestor witches. After all, they were now near Mount Buzhou. It was simply wishful thinking for him to want to kill the ancestor witches. If the twelve ancestor witches were forced out, he and Nuwa would be the ones to escape.

Nuwa also understood this truth. Although she was reluctant to let the three ancient witches leave, she also knew that this was the best way to deal with it.

So he didn't get angry, but just waved his hand and the gloomy-looking boy was immediately freed.

When Lingzhuzi saw that the formation that trapped him was broken, he immediately jumped out of the formation with joy. Then he angrily threw the spirit pearl in his hand at the witches below, turning them all into ashes before he showed his joy again.

The Qingluan girl also transformed into her true Qingluan form again and came to Nuwa's side.

Lingzhuzi happily jumped up to Nuwa and opened his mouth to say something, but Nuwa didn't look happy. She just snorted coldly, "Lingzhuzi, you were so foolish this time and almost put Qingluan in danger. Do you admit your mistake?"

Lingzhuzi was stunned after hearing this. He didn't understand what he had done wrong. It was clearly the witches who trapped him, so how could he be the one at fault?

But seeing Nuwa's angry face, Lingzhuzi did not dare to refute, and immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Lingzhuzi knows his fault, please forgive me, madam."

Nuwa said coldly: "If it weren't for the help of fellow Taoist Hengming today, I would have met with an accident. It seems that I am too good to you on weekdays. Today I will take away your spiritual pearl and send you to Fengqi Mountain to calm down for ten thousand years. When you truly know your mistakes, then come out, otherwise you will never come out in your life!"

Lingzhuzi was startled, but before he could say anything, Nuwa had already taken the Lingzhu off his head. She then turned to Hengming and said, "Fellow Daoist Hengming, please follow me to Fengqi Mountain. Our discussion has not yet ended. Why not continue?"

Heng Ming smiled and said, "Of course."

(End of this chapter)