Tigress Houtu

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, twelve figures charged like a gale, rampaging across the Primordial World.

Wherever they passed, everything they encountered met only one fate—being devoured.

Even precious Innate Spirit Treasures had been tasted for flavor. Only after trying and finding them indigestible did they stop.

In the Primordial World, the only thing they dared not touch lightly was the Killing Intent that permeated heaven and earth.

For some reason, these Killing Intents stirred a deep, instinctive disgust and fear from the depths of their subconscious.

Gonggong frowned, staring at the thick Killing Intent swirling around him, and grumbled discontentedly:

"Big Brother, this Primordial World was carefully nurtured by Father God, so why is it filled everywhere with these annoying Killing Intents? Seeing them makes me feel awful all over, even ruins my appetite."

As he spoke, Gonggong took a savage bite of the Qilin Leg in his hand, wolfing it down—hardly the look of someone with no appetite.

"Yeah, in this Primordial World, even Innate Spirit Treasures wouldn't feel wrong to us if we could digest them.

But these Killing Intents—somehow, just seeing them makes my whole body ache unbearably.

And I always feel like someone specifically told us before, never to absorb these Killing Intents." Hearing Gonggong's words, the other Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement.

Zhu Jiuyin also furrowed his brow, his expression grave as he said:

"This Matter is truly bizarre. I rack my brains and deduce every way I can, yet I can't find the reason behind it. And every time I deduce, I can feel a gaze full of amusement secretly watching me."

"Still, this Primordial World was created by Father God, yet now it's been fouled by these Killing Intents. It's really unpleasant to look at. I wonder if there's any way to purify them?" Houtu gazed at the nauseating Killing Intent around her and murmured softly.

"But to purify the Killing Intent, we first need to understand it." Houtu thought for a moment, gritted her teeth, then suddenly reached out, grabbed a wisp of Killing Intent, and swallowed it without hesitation.

The moment the Killing Intent entered her mouth, Houtu didn't find it particularly foul—after all, for the Ancestral Witches, almost nothing was inedible.

However, just a moment later, Houtu felt something was terribly wrong.

She could clearly sense her entire body instinctively rejecting that Killing Intent.

When the other Ancestral Witches saw Houtu actually swallow the Killing Intent, terror instantly flashed across their faces.

"Little Sister, have you gone mad? This Killing Intent is so disgusting, how could you eat it? If you're too hungry, I have a Phoenix Claw here—take it!" Shebishi said, hurriedly shoving the Phoenix Claw he was holding in front of Houtu.

This wasn't the common chicken claw of later ages, but a true Phoenix Claw from the Phoenix clan, and the phoenix in life had been a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

Houtu looked at the Phoenix Claw Shebishi offered and gently shook her head: "Elder Brother, no need, keep it for yourself. I..."

Houtu paused, then quickly explained: "No, this isn't eating—I'm absorbing the Killing Intent, just trying to see if I can find a way to purify it. If the Primordial World stays shrouded in this Killing Intent forever, it'll be bad for the whole world."

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Hearing Houtu's words, Shebishi scratched his head naively, looking bewildered, and said: "Little Sister, I don't really understand what you're saying. But you'd better not eat this Killing Intent anymore—it's too dangerous."

Houtu heard Shebishi's words and nodded lightly.

But from the determination in her eyes, it was clear she had no intention of giving up on purifying the Killing Intent.

The moment Houtu swallowed (absorbed) the Killing Intent, Xuanxiao, who was discussing the Dao with Yang Mei, suddenly changed expression drastically and blurted out in fury: "Which fool, under the influence of my Thunder Nightmare Heart Curse, dares to eat Killing Intent?!"

It turned out that the Twelve Ancestral Witches' extreme aversion to the world's Killing Intent, though partly due to the psychological shadow from Xuanxiao's brutal beating, was mainly because Xuanxiao had placed the Thunder Nightmare Heart Curse on each of them.

This Thunder Nightmare Heart Curse was a powerful Divine Ability Xuanxiao had comprehended by combining the Mind Great Dao and the Thunder Great Dao.

It not only made the Ancestral Witches subconsciously loathe the world's Killing Intent but also used the Thunder Great Dao within it to purify impurities from everything they ate—a custom-designed curse for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"It's Houtu! How could it be her?" Xuanxiao sensed that the Ancestral Witch who swallowed the Killing Intent was Houtu and couldn't help but feel surprised.

Although the current Twelve Ancestral Witches had all developed Primordial Spirits thanks to Xuanxiao, their personalities hadn't changed much.

Houtu's temperament remained the gentlest among the Ancestral Witches, which was not unrelated to the Great Dao each of them cultivated.

"This girl is so reckless. With that attitude, she thinks she can find a way to purify the Killing Intent? Utterly delusional." Xuanxiao shook his head helplessly, looking at the results of his own deductions, utterly speechless.

"It seems Fellow Daoist no longer has the mind to continue discussing the Dao." Across from him, Yang Mei, seeing Xuanxiao's voice fall silent again, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Xuanxiao, and shook his head with a gentle smile.

"My apologies, Fellow Daoist Yang Mei. These juniors are too unruly—I need to deal with this. Next time there's an opportunity, I'll seek you out for further discussion." Xuanxiao looked at Yang Mei with an apologetic expression.

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Yang Mei smiled and waved his hand: "No matter, no matter. Fellow Daoist, go ahead and handle your affairs."

Xuanxiao nodded, then turned to look at Gou Chen beside him and said: "Come on, I'll take you to meet your Junior Brothers and Sisters."

Gou Chen's face lit up with joy at Xuanxiao's words, and he asked excitedly:

"Master, are they the ones you mentioned to me before?" Gou Chen had long heard Xuanxiao talk about the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones, but since Xuanxiao had never planned to seek them out before, Gou Chen had to suppress his curiosity.

"Mm, let's go. I need to hurry and see—I'm afraid if I wait any longer, that reckless Houtu might cause even bigger trouble." Xuanxiao shook his head in frustration.

He never expected that the first of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to cause him trouble would be Houtu, whom he remembered as the gentlest.

With that, Xuanxiao and Gou Chen's figures quickly vanished from the spot.

Watching their receding silhouettes, Yang Mei slowly turned his gaze to the vast void and sank into deep contemplation.

He murmured to himself:

"The Primordial World is indeed beautiful. It's just a pity that there is ultimately no place for us Chaos Demon Gods here. Then let me make one last attempt. If I still fail, I will have no choice but to give up completely and return to Chaos."

With that, Yang Mei let out a deep sigh, filled with helplessness and desolation.