Within Yun Hua Grotto-Heaven, Li Cha narrowed his eyes, seeming to savor the fragrant tea he had just drunk, or perhaps merely dozing. Only a faint wisp of divine sense at his brow had long since pierced through the Grotto-Heaven's barriers, observing the increasingly unfathomable tracks of heavenly secrets throughout the Primordial World.
Ever since Di Jun and Taiyi of the Demon Race had established the "Heavenly Court" in the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Heavenly Dao had revealed a measure of its majestic authority. Then, unwilling to be outdone, the Witch Race gathered the Twelve Ancestral Witches at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. In the name of Pangu's bloodline, they brazenly "established their race"—showing no reverence to the Heavenly Dao, offering no worship to Hongjun, and honoring only Pangu. The Earth Veins thundered, and a power capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Heavenly Dao showed signs of awakening.
Li Cha lifted his tea cup and took a sip of Enlightenment Tea. Its clear, cool Dao rhythm flowed through him, smoothing the furrow between his brows caused by calculating the heavenly secrets. I wonder whether my arrangements will come to pass, he thought.
Before the Witch Race established itself, he had concealed his form and obscured the heavenly secrets, quietly slipping into Pangu Hall, where Killing Intent soared to the heavens.
"Who is it?" In Houtu's room, Li Cha revealed himself and startled her into a sharp cry.
"It is I, Yun Hua the Hermit. Fellow Daoist Houtu, there is no need to be alarmed."
Li Cha's voice was calm, carrying a strange, soothing power. As he spoke, he lightly swept his sleeve, sealing off the room from within and without while concealing the heavenly secrets as well.
"Senior Yun Hua?!"
The severity on Houtu's face instantly turned to delight.