The world rang with the Witch Clan's cheers, but when Houtu gently raised a hand, every sound was suppressed, displaying her absolute authority within the Witch Clan.
At the same time, the cheering Pangu Hall also fell silent as Dao Xuanhuang Qi slowly coiled around Houtu's body.
"From this moment onward, every witch must obey my commands. Do you have any objections?"
No witch spoke in opposition. Even the Ancestral Witches acknowledged Houtu's strength, and the strong were naturally entitled to such authority.
"Furthermore, by refining the blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, I have forged Ancestor Witch Origin Blood and created a Mystic Art from it. From now on, every member of the Witch Clan may cultivate it freely."
"Houtu! Houtu!" Houtu's decision to make the Mystic Art available caused the previously quiet Witch Clan to erupt in thunderous cheers once more.
Who wouldn't want a Mystic Art that brought them closer to Father God Pangu?!
"Good!" Houtu clenched her fist, and the Witch Clan fell silent again.
"All Ancestral Witches will begin cultivating the Mystic Art, then be responsible for teaching the Great Witches. The Great Witches will be responsible for teaching more witches!"
With a flick of Houtu's finger, eleven balls of light flew before her siblings. Within them seemed to be the phantom of tiny figures standing tall between heaven and earth—the analysis and summary Houtu had made of Great God Pangu's true form, an unsurpassed Mystic Art!
The Ancestral Witches accepted the Mystic Art without hesitation, while the other witches watched those balls of light with burning envy.
After today, the Witch Clan's strength would likely soar once more.
Of course, this had little to do with Fang Xun. What he needed to deal with was the Witch Clan Empress.
The moment he heard Empress