Within the Blood Sea, Styx was casually chatting with Wood Spirit when he heard Yin Hong's declaration. He could not help praising him as he glanced toward Zhaoge.
In this world, picking something up was easy, but putting it down was difficult. Yin Hong had managed to pick it up and put it down with such ease.
From this alone, it was clear that Yin Hong's resolve was in no way inferior to Di Xin's.
His future prospects were immeasurable, and perhaps he even had a chance to Attain Dao.
His gaze sank into contemplation, and for some reason, he suddenly recalled the moment when the Twelve Ancestor Witches were born.
That drop of blood essence they had all merged into the Blood Pool of Pangu Hall for nurturing—he did not know why, but although it had developed abundant spirituality,
the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch they had envisioned had never been born.
Yin Hong's desire to abdicate this time might be the opportunity for that drop of blood essence to successfully appear in the world.
After pondering the details, Styx gave Wood Spirit a few instructions before rising and descending directly into Zhou Mountain.
Following the usual procedure, he offered sacrifices to Pangu. The Pangu Phantom on the stone wall had become increasingly clear.
Styx could even sense an inexplicable majesty from it. However, no spirituality had manifested within it. In other words, its spirituality was still asleep.
Shaking his head, he temporarily set the matter aside and entered Pangu Hall in just a few steps.
The group of Ancestral Witches was still in Chaos, using the Mortal Realm to evolve their own people's bloodlines.
However, Pangu Hall itself possessed spirituality as well. Upon sensing Styx's aura,
it hesitated for only an instant before allowing him to enter.
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