In the depths of Chaos.
Thirteen streaks of flowing light tore through the darkness of eternity, racing at astonishing speed toward the Primordial Wilderness.
Just then, one of them—a slightly gentler, earthen-yellow glow—suddenly halted without warning, breaking away from the speeding group and stopping in the midst of Chaos.
Zhou Ming, at the lead, noticed the anomaly at once. He stopped, then turned back.
The other eleven Ancestral Witches also stopped one after another, looking toward that figure in confusion.
It was Houtu.
"Sister Houtu, what is it?" Zhou Ming turned back and looked at her.
Houtu did not answer immediately. She hovered in Chaos, eyes closed, her delicate brows tightly furrowed, as if she were straining to sense something.
Around her body, the power of laws rippled faintly, carrying a trace of agitation and unease.
A moment later, she opened her eyes. Those eyes, always gentle and tranquil, were now filled with shock and worry.
"Brother..." She looked at Zhou Ming, her voice somewhat tight. "I... I sensed that something happened to Sister Pingxin."
The moment those words came out, the surrounding atmosphere froze solid.
"How is that possible!"
Zhurong was the first to speak.
"What?!"
"How is that possible! Sister Pingxin controls the Earth Dao, and her cultivation is no weaker than Brother's. In all the Primordial Wilderness, who could hurt her?"
"Even if Luohu made a move himself, with the Earth Dao supporting Sister Pingxin, she shouldn't have been defeated this quickly," Gonggong also said.
"Could it be Hongjun?" Zhujiuyin looked toward Houtu.
"It has to be Hongjun?!"
"That old bastard Hongjun must have left some other backup plan!"
The Ancestral Witches instantly exploded into uproar. One powerful aura after another shot into the sky, stirring this deathly silent stretch of Chaos until heaven and earth seemed