The entire dojo had fallen into a long silence.
Though this place had grown quiet,
the Primordial World was undergoing countless changes.
Within Mount Buzhou, inside Pangu Great Hall,
Di Jiang gazed over the mountains and rivers of the Primordial World. These days had been his happiest.
Looking at his brothers again, each of them was diligently occupied with his own affairs.
Only Houtu spent every day cultivating within her tribe, never leaving her doors or claiming any territory.
Though he felt some resentment, she was his younger sister, so he said nothing more.
Yet as he watched his sister cultivate day after day, he had a vague feeling that things were not so simple.
A flash of silver light streaked past, and Di Jiang vanished from Pangu Great Hall.
In an instant, he arrived at Houtu's tribe.
When he landed within the tribe, many members of the Witch Clan respectfully greeted him, "Greetings, Clan Chief!"
Di Jiang merely nodded before entering Houtu's cave abode.
Seeing Houtu seated cross-legged, he could not help but sigh.
Then he began to speak.
"Houtu, why do you hide in your cave abode cultivating all day, casting the Witch Clan's grand plans aside?"
Houtu opened her eyes upon hearing this and looked at her elder brother.
After sighing, she rose and said,
"Older brother, we have occupied the Primordial World's lands and created so much slaughter. What should be done about this?"
Di Jiang froze at those words. Then he looked out over the Primordial World, his face carrying a trace of indifference.
"So what? We are descendants of Father God. We were meant to rule the Primordial World. This slaughter is necessary; there is no issue."
During her recent cultivation, Houtu had felt an inexplicable unease in her heart.
She constantly felt that