The other eleven Ancestral Witches no longer hesitated. Each forced out a drop of boiling essence blood, which transformed into a scarlet streak and shot into his nostrils.
Moments later, explosive crackles rang out from the Great Witch Mang Xiong's body. His frame suddenly swelled, and the Primordial World shook violently with it. Wutu Essence Qi surged backward like countless rivers rushing into the sea, all of it vanishing into the deep void without a trace.
Only within the Ancestral Witch Hall did the thick, liquid-like yellow Wutu Essence surge and roil. It gathered entirely toward Houtu, then was devoured and siphoned away by the enormous shadow that continued to rise.
A roar that seemed to split the heavens exploded! In Houtu's place, a giant stood proudly, his head reaching the sky and his feet planted on the earth. Seven arms spread behind him like the twisted branches of an ancient tree. His two hands held a mountain firmly before his chest, while Wutu Qi boiled and roared above his head, as though ten thousand tons of thunder were racing through the clouds. The Ancestral Witch had been formed, but still needed refinement. His aura was raw and unrestrained, impossible to contain as it surged straight into the heavens.
In an instant, the vegetation of the Primordial World withered completely, turning black and curling in on itself. The earth veins dried up and split apart, while earth dragons writhed madly beneath the surface. The land trembled repeatedly, spiritual energy poured away like sand through an hourglass, and another spark was added to the Witch Clan's karmic fire, which blazed brightly.
Because they had poured out their essence blood, the eleven Ancestral Witches' faces had paled and their auras weakened slightly. Yet their eyes shone brilliantly, and their lips curved high.