Buzhou Mountain towered in majestic silence, joining heaven and earth, a vast, ancient aura rushing toward him head-on.
A streak of blood-colored light came from the Netherworld, finally stopping before that ancient and solemn Pangu Hall.
The radiance dispersed, and Ancestor Minghe's figure appeared.
Minghe took a deep breath, pressed down the roiling emotions in his heart, and bowed respectfully toward the palace doors.
"Ancestor Minghe of the Nether Sea of Blood, by order of Empress Pingxin, has come to pay respects to Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming and to the Ancestral Witches!"
Rumble—
The heavy palace doors gave a dull groan as they slowly opened to either side.
From within the hall, a boundless aura of laws surged out like a tide, making Minghe's heart tighten.
He steadied himself and stepped inside.
Inside the great hall, it was vast and imposing.
Zhou Ming sat upright upon the throne at the highest seat, his aura as deep as the sea, impossible for anyone to fathom.
Dijiang, Houtu, Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, and the other Ancestral Witches were arrayed on either side.
They merely sat there casually, yet the Hunyuan aura emanating from them was enough to make any Quasi-Saint quake with fear.
Minghe swept them with the corner of his eye, and even greater stormy waves rose in his heart.
So this was the Witch Clan's foundation now?
Twelve Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin, and one Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal!
Though he had known it long ago, when he faced it in person, that shock still left his mind swaying.
Minghe forcibly steadied his mind, not daring to show the slightest negligence, and quickly walked to the center of the great hall, bowing once more to Zhou Ming and the Ancestral Witches.
"Minghe pays respects to Fellow Daoist, and pays