At this very moment.
Ancestor Witch Houtu could vaguely sense that the moment determining her race's survival had arrived.
Her senses were the sharpest.
She raised her eyes toward the Primordial World.
At last, her gaze settled upon Da Qian, the largest human dynasty.
Its population was no smaller than that of the Witch Race.
Several billion, perhaps even tens of billions.
And they multiplied especially quickly.
It seemed this opportunity would fall upon Da Qian.
After signaling to the other Eleven Ancestral Witches, she rose and left Pangu Divine Palace.
When she arrived in Da Qian, she was immediately utterly captivated by its prosperity, civilization, leisure, and entertainment.
Everywhere she looked were great cities.
Everywhere she looked, there was laughter and cheer.
It was a completely different style from the Witch Race's dullness, ruggedness, violence, and bloodshed.
The Witch Race could only be said to be alive.
But humans were truly living.
Houtu naturally knew the origin of this situation.
It was said that nine Golden Crows had once caused trouble, only for a divine tree to trap them.
It sheltered all of Da Qian.
It had even talked Saint Zhunti into leaving.
It was said that the old Daoist divine tree was Taishang Laozi's incarnation.
That seemed to have been inadvertently revealed by some Saint.
As for Saint Zhunti's strength, although she was an Ancestor Witch and did not fear him, she still vaguely understood some of it.
At the very least, none of them could handle him alone.
If all twelve gathered together, they could put up a fight.
At the time, Houtu naturally did not know that even this ability to put up a fight was a false impression deliberately leaked by the Saints.
It was meant to give them that illusion... that they could win