Reincarnated as a Mosquito, I Sucked the Reborn Empress to Tears

Chapter 554: Chapter 553: Mosquito, Become Lord of the Witch Race!

Suppressing his towering rage, Chu Sheng’s thoughts once again exploded like thunder in everyone’s minds.

"I’m fucking asking you a question!"

"A bunch of fucking idiots! From the moment I entered this place, you’ve been running your mouths! Do you really think I *have* to save you?"

"Now, *I* am the master of this world! You’re the outsiders here! You think I won’t kill every last one of you?!"

As his emotions fluctuated wildly, the very world around them began to shift!

The sky instantly darkened. Fierce winds howled and dark clouds roiled with lightning and thunder, as if the apocalypse was upon them.

The remaining Witch Race People, scared witless, trembled uncontrollably. They finally understood the situation they were in.

They were wrong. So terribly wrong.

The mosquito before them was no longer some "Saint Mosquito" they could judge and question.

It was the one and only god of this land!

Fear, an unprecedented terror, washed over them and submerged every heart.

THUMP! THUMP!

No one dared to remain standing. One by one, their legs gave out and they crumpled to their knees, bodies trembling like leaves in the wind.

"Lord Saint Mosquito, spare our lives!"

"We were wrong! We’ll never dare again!"

"Please, spare us!"

Cries for mercy rose one after another. No one dared to question the mosquito’s authority ever again.

Yun Yao stood at the front of the crowd, her expression incredibly complex.

She watched the mosquito hovering in midair, radiating an aura of absolute power, and her heart filled with a whirlwind of emotions.

’I thought this was just a transaction. We’d invite it to lift our curse, and in exchange, it would get the secrets of the Ancestral Hall.’

’And what happened?’

’Our Ancestral Hall—the very heart of the Witch Race’s faith for ten thousand years—was just... stolen? By this mosquito?’

’Now, the entire Witch Ancestral Land has become its personal domain.’

’This deal... no matter how I look at it, we got fleeced!’

’But what could she do?’

’Refuse?’

’She just had to look at what happened to the Zhurong chief to know the answer.’

’In this world, the mosquito was the absolute sovereign, a true god.’

’To resist was to die.’

Yun Yao sighed bitterly. ’Forget it. As long as my people can survive, as long as we can be free of this damned curse... what does it matter if we give it this entire Ancestral Land?’

"I’ll ask one last time: what is this Spirit Realm? Does anyone know?"

Chu Sheng’s telepathic message, sent via his Soul Power, was filled with impatience.

The crowd looked at each other, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, the eldest patriarch of the Houtu clan spoke, his voice trembling. "Re-reporting to you, My Lord... we... we’ve truly never heard of any Spirit Realm."

"It’s true, My Lord. We of the Witch Race have lived in this Ancestral Land for ten thousand years, completely isolated from the outside world. We truly don’t know the place you’re talking about."

The others quickly chimed in with agreement.

Chu Sheng: "..."

He was truly speechless.

’What a bunch of useless trash!’

’They call themselves some ancient race, always going on about their ancestors, but when I ask a simple question, they know nothing!’

’Forget it. Relying on these idiots is useless. I’m better off relying on myself.’

He forced himself to calm down from his rage and helplessness, his mind beginning to race.

’Those three women...’

’They said Gu Yuexi is... the reincarnation of Immortal Venerable Shi Xi?’

’Immortal Venerable Shi Xi?’

A memory surfaced in Chu Sheng’s mind.

Back in the Celestial Trace Abyss Secret Realm, he had been pulled into an Illusion Realm by a mysterious black stone slab. There, he had seen a memory belonging to "Xiao Hei," an Emperor Realm expert from ten thousand years ago.

In that memory, he saw a mysterious woman who looked exactly like Gu Yuexi!

That woman was powerful beyond imagination. The feeling she gave off was far more terrifying than the three women from the Spirit Realm combined.

’Could it be... that woman was Immortal Venerable Shi Xi?’

’And Gu Yuexi is her reincarnation?’

The moment the thought appeared, Chu Sheng felt it was almost certainly true.

’Shi... Xi...’

’The name itself seemed connected to time.’

’The Time Law...’

’Rebirth...’

At Chu Sheng’s thought, the ancient Time Trace Hourglass slowly materialized and floated before him.

His compound eyes stared intently at the object, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

’Gu Yuexi said that in her past life, after she died during her Celestial Tribulation, this thing absorbed her consciousness. And then, she was reborn...’

’This thing... could it be connected to her past life’s past life? The one called Immortal Venerable Shi Xi?’

Chu Sheng didn’t have the answer, but it seemed to be the only clue he had.

Perhaps if he could figure out the Time Trace Hourglass’s true purpose and unravel the mystery of Gu Yuexi’s origins, he could follow the trail to find out what and where this "Spirit Realm" was.

After all, those three women from the Spirit Realm were obviously very familiar with Immortal Venerable Shi Xi. The two had to be deeply connected.

’I have to try it. I need to see if the core of the Ancestral Hall can power this Time Trace Hourglass...’

Chu Sheng made up his mind.

He didn’t plan on trying it here, though. Now that he had absorbed the Ancestral Hall into his Primordial Grotto Heaven, he could draw upon the power of its core from anywhere.

This Witch Ancestral Land wasn’t safe anymore.

Heaven knows if those three women might change their minds and launch a surprise counterattack.

To be safe, it was best to return to Blue Star first.

Having made up his mind, Chu Sheng’s gaze fell once more upon the kneeling Witch Race People below.

He looked at the dense web of curse marks covering their bodies. After a moment’s thought, he sent another cold, telepathic message.

"All of you have two choices. Either you use the Witch Race’s Secret Technique to sign a master-servant contract with me, just like your Holy Daughter did."

"Or you can get the hell out of my world."

"The choice is yours."

"Oh, and by the way, if you sign the contract, as your new master, I can lift those curses for you."

’These people could still be useful.’

’Once they sign the master-servant contract, they’ll become my eyes and ears in this world.’

’If anyone else from the Spirit Realm shows up, they can use the contract to notify me immediately.’

Chu Sheng’s gaze finally landed on Yun Yao.

"And you. That temporary contract we made? Make it permanent."

"Also, didn’t you take a Witch Ancestor Stone Statue from Secret Realm Zero? Give it back."

Yun Yao: "..."

’Is he for real? Taking everything and then some?’

Hearing this, the Witch Race People below were so angry they could have cried.

’What does he mean, *his* world?! This is the Ancestral Land our Witch Race has lived in for ten thousand years!’

’And what’s this about "giving back" the Witch Ancestor Stone Statue? It’s the *Witch Ancestor* Stone Statue! It’s a sacred relic of our race! How is it his?!’

’This is too tyrannical! It’s completely unreasonable!’

But... did they dare resist?

A glance at the still-wet pool of blood on the ground was enough to silence them all.

Combined with the immense temptation of having their curses lifted...

Most people didn’t hesitate for long before choosing to submit.

Of course, a few strong-willed individuals refused to yield. With cries of grief and indignation, they chose to take their own lives, vowing to defend the honor of the Witch Race to the death.

Chu Sheng glanced at the bodies, rolled his eyes, and couldn’t resist retorting, "This place of yours is just a fragment of the Map of Mountains and Rivers that evolved into its own little grotto-heaven."

"And that so-called Ancestral Hall? It’s just a palace from the Map. What the hell does it have to do with your Witch Race?"