The sound of the door opening was like a ray of dawn, filling Gonggong and Zhurong with a glimmer of hope.
The one who opened the door was none other than Houtu, the seventh of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Houtu was no longer in her former form, with a human torso, a snake's tail, and nine hands. She had transformed into a dignified, beautiful woman, dressed in a brown gown and draped in black gauze. Her entire being radiated a mysterious, formidable aura, along with the power of judgment and dominion.
The presence of a Great Dao Saint permeated the Netherworld. Houtu's sovereign aura left both Gonggong and Zhurong feeling inferior.
Though her appearance had changed, Gonggong and Zhurong had lived with Houtu for tens of thousands of years. How could they fail to recognize her?
Zhurong was overcome with excitement, flames leaping wildly across his body. "Seventh Sister, it's really you! This world was created by you! You've become a Great Dao Saint!"
Gonggong also hurriedly cupped his fists. "Seventh Sister, congratulations on becoming a Great Dao Saint!"
Seeing Houtu attain the Great Dao Saint realm, the two immediately felt their fighting spirit surge.
Gonggong said at once, "Seventh Sister, of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, you're the only Great Dao Saint now. We suffered heavy losses in the last battle, but with a Great Dao Saint like you, we can make a comeback, wipe out the Sanqing, kill the Demon Race, and seize the Primordial World!"
Zhurong hurriedly thumped his chest and said, "Seventh Sister, you're the strongest now. You should lead the Witch Clan to keep expanding our territory and vying for dominion over the world. We two older brothers will follow your lead. Just tell us who to fight!"
Zhurong kept smiling. "Seventh Sister, neither of us