The Netherworld Underworld.
Houtu stood above the Reincarnation Hall, looking at the visiting Three Pure Ones and Duobao. Surprise flickered in her eyes, and her voice held a trace of puzzlement. "My three Dao brothers, you reside in Lingxiao. How did you find the time to visit my Netherworld Underworld today?"
As her words fell, her gaze shifted to Duobao, who stood silently beside them, and her puzzlement deepened. "You even brought Duobao along. What are you planning?"
The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances, their eyes meeting and their intentions passing between them without a word.
Finally, Tongtian stepped forward and spoke with a smile. "Little sister Houtu."
At that single form of address, Houtu's expression abruptly tightened, and she grew wary at once.
She had always been on good terms with the Three Pure Ones. Among all the Ancestral Witches, she shared the closest friendship with them, but she knew Tongtian's temperament all too well.
For Tongtian to address her so affectionately, he must have come to the temple with a purpose. There was certainly a scheme hidden behind it.
She composed herself and spoke solemnly. "Elder brother Tongtian, there's no need for pleasantries. Just tell me why you've come. If it lies within my power, your little sister certainly won't refuse."
Seeing how perceptive and straightforward Houtu was, all three of the Three Pure Ones smiled faintly.
"Little sister Houtu, take a careful look at Duobao as he is now." Tongtian gestured toward him, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.
Houtu focused her gaze as instructed, sweeping her divine sense carefully over Duobao's Dao body.
The next instant, her expression grew grave, disbelief filling her eyes. "Something's wrong... Why has such a rich aura of the Buddhist Dao taken root within him? He's already halfway onto the Buddhist