Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
Zhou Ming's figure emerged from the void and landed in the center of the great hall.
No sooner had Zhou Ming appeared than Houtu slowly came forward from the depths of the palace. Faint laws wreathed her body, elegant and serene.
"Brother, you're back."
Zhou Ming's gaze swept across the great hall. The auras of the other Ancestral Witches were all lying dormant in their respective secluded-cultivation chambers.
"Why haven't you gone into seclusion?" Zhou Ming asked, somewhat puzzled.
Houtu shook her head, a faint smile on her elegant face.
"I am different from the other brothers." Houtu looked at Zhou Ming. "Sister Pingxin and I are of one breath and intertwined branches, with the entire Nether Earth Dao at our backs."
"As long as the Earth Dao keeps operating and the Six Paths of Reincarnation continue their normal cycle, I can draw an endless stream of Great Dao insights from it, and my cultivation will rise with the tide."
Houtu picked up the teapot on the stone table and poured two cups of hot tea.
"Dead seclusion isn't of much use to me."
"On the contrary, combing through the great momentum of the Primordial Wilderness lets me see the road ahead more clearly." She pushed one cup of tea in front of Zhou Ming.
"Besides, in order to deal with the coming great calamity, the brothers are all making an all-out charge at the Hunyuan realm."
"Pangu Hall is the foundation of the Witch Clan. Someone has to stay here to guard it, just in case."
Zhou Ming thought about it and found that it made sense.
Houtu and Pingxin were one, with the entire Earth Dao behind her. Her path of cultivation lay more in sorting out and controlling the Great Dao than in