Witch Ancestral Land.
The lingering sound of the horn slowly faded among the mountains.
In the square of the holy mountain, all around it, and across the mountain ranges of the Witch Ancestral Land, the Witch Race People knelt prostrate.
They faced the Holy Hall, motionless, their faces full of devotion.
On the face, body, and limbs of every one of these Witch Race People, there were, to varying degrees, ugly marks left behind by the Curse Power.
Before the Holy Hall.
Yun Yao slowly lowered the horn in her hands, and the glowing totem patterns on it slowly faded.
This ancient horn, named the "Ancestral Witch Horn," had a uniquely profound connection with the Bloodline of the Witch Race.
Once blown, all members of the Witch Race, no matter where they were in the ancestral land, could hear its call.
And the only one who could blow it was the Holy Daughter.
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The sounding of the Ancestral Witch Horn meant that something monumental had happened to the Witch Race!
