"Houtu, you truly remain untouched by even the slightest Yinguo," Houtu suddenly remarked.
Then she tilted her head and finally took out a drop of blood.
"Our Witch Clan is not skilled at using Spiritual Treasures, so I naturally have nothing suitable for you. But this is precious to all living beings of the Primordial Wilderness."
"I call it Ancestor Witch Origin Blood. It was formed by fusing the essence blood of my eleven siblings and me, and it contains a trace of Pangu Dao Rhyme."
Houtu pushed the Ancestor Witch Origin Blood forward, and it landed in Fang Xun's hand.
"This..." Fang Xun's heart skipped a beat. He sensed the majestic Dao Rhyme within it—vaster than the Primordial Wilderness, deeper than Chaos—yet he could not perceive it clearly. Through the haze, he could vaguely make out an immeasurably vast and towering figure standing at the Source of Time.
That was Great God Pangu!
"This..." Di Jun's reaction was even greater than Fang Xun's. His gaze turned grave as time flowed slowly around him. Before this moment, this Quasi-Saint had no idea how many years of calculations he had undergone.
Like Fu Xi, who possessed the companion River Diagram and Luo Book, Di Jun was skilled in deduction and calculation.
All the information calculated through time converged upon Di Jun at this moment, giving rise to a sudden understanding within him.
"Houtu, your talent is truly astonishing. I am inferior," the Demon Emperor suddenly sighed.
"Daoist Di Jun, you flatter me," Houtu said modestly.
...Fang Xun rolled his eyes slightly. Houtu was paying him, but she was also taking this chance to intimidate Di Jun.
Everyone in the Primordial Wilderness knew that the Witch Clan did not cultivate primordial spirits. After the Purple Cloud Palace lectures, how could these Ancestral