On another jade throne wreathed in clouds, mist shifted restlessly: one moment, torrential rain poured down as thunder split the sky; the next, blue skies stretched clear for ten thousand miles; then dark clouds pressed overhead, lightning serpents raged, and rain arrows fell in torrents. A strange figure appeared within the mist, with a human face and canine ears, Azure Vipers hanging from its ears. Its voice shifted through countless tones: "What if we forged another Ancestral Witch Body, infused its bones and blood with the energy of thick earth, and restored Houtu's position in the Dutian God-Sha Great Array? Wouldn't there be hope of gathering everyone again?"
The moment Shebishi finished speaking, the uproar filling the hall froze. Silence as dark as ink descended, and even breathing seemed to have been strangled. Only the faint rustle of falling incense ash could be heard, sounding like thunder rolling beside their ears.
"But ever since the Pangu Axe split apart chaos, only twelve Ancestral Witches have appeared. The bloodlines of all the others are too weak. Even the Top Great Witches would find it difficult to bear the Authority of Heaven and Earth. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"
The speaker was a giant spirit with the body of a tiger, eight faces, and ten swaying tails. Wind Blades howled around him, sometimes whipping up violent gales and sometimes transforming into gentle breezes. When he opened his bloody maw, his voice tore through the air like ripping silk.
Beside him, a giant man wreathed in thunder and fire rose in response. He had a tiger's head and a human body, four hooves treading flames, long arms like whips, an Azure Viper held in his mouth, and a Thunder Dragon gripped in his hand. Before the thunder had even faded, his words crashed into everyone's