[The Witch-Demon War began, and the Demon Clan briefly suppressed the Wu Race with the vile Blood Blade artifact. The new generation of Wu Race, nurtured by Houtu, entered battle for the first time. Their eyes were clear, their coordination exquisite, and they could wield Five Elements Magic. The tide of battle turned. Di Jun crushed his wine cup, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. "Nascent Souls... How could the Wu Race possess Nascent Souls?! Houtu... it was you! So it was you!"]
Deep within the Underworld, there was deathly silence.
Houtu stood by the River of Forgetfulness.
The clear eyes of those Young Wu Race Warriors felt like something had pierced her heart.
Her other self in that world had truly succeeded.
Those children had been born with Nascent Souls.
The Great Witch beside her spoke in a trembling voice.
"Ancestral Witch Lord... did you see it? They... they have Nascent Souls!"
Houtu watched the children's valiant performance on the water screen, listening to everyone's discussion.
Those praises, exclamations, and analyses all seemed separated from her by a veil of mist.
She gently closed her eyes.
That was wonderful.
The Wu Race of that world had finally found a different path.
Bi Xiao's eyes widened.
"The Wu Race can use Spells?!
Have their Nascent Souls really become this powerful already?!"
Just a short while ago, they had only possessed the faintest trace of Nascent Souls!
Their progress was terrifyingly fast.
Zhao Gongming was deeply moved as well.
"Houtu... she truly did it.
The Wu Race of that world took a path never seen before."
Spirit Mountain.
Zhunti stared at the water screen, the prayer beads in his hand turning more slowly than usual.
"Houtu... I always thought she was the most inconspicuous among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.