Dimensional Overkill Against the Witch Clan! I'm Not Here to Fight-I'm Here to Be Their Godfather [2]

Outside the hall.

The instant that red light seeped through the crack in the door, all the Ancestor Witches changed expression.

"That aura..." Dijiang's voice trembled, an unusual thing for him. "Is that Ancestor Minghe's Karma Fire Red Lotus?!"

"What?!" Zhurong nearly leaped into the air. "That old devil Ming He's most prized treasure? How did it end up in Elder Brother Taiyuan's hands?"

Zhunti stood with his hands on his hips, finally getting the chance to hold his head high in front of the Ancestor Witches. He was so smug his tail nearly shot up to the sky.

"I just got it from Ming He a couple of days ago. My elder brother slapped him flying, and he knelt down and offered the Red Lotus to him with both hands."

The details were a little off, but the general idea was right.

The Ancestor Witches fell silent as one.

He'd slapped Ming He flying?

He'd forced Ming He to hand over his life-bound treasure?

The way they looked toward the hall now held an added measure of indescribable awe.

Just how unfathomably powerful was this elder of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage?

Inside the hall.

Houtu looked at the Red Lotus, then at Taiyuan's calm, unruffled face. Her lips moved several times, but no words came out.

She knew what this thing meant.

It wasn't a flower. It was the cornerstone of an entire Netherworld.

"What are your terms?" Houtu took a deep breath, struggling to compose herself. "You wouldn't give it to me for nothing."

"Clever."

Taiyuan raised a finger, his smile open and frank.

"I have just one condition. Once the Underworld is built, my Western Sect gets a place in it. To put it plainly, I want to be a King of Hell, too."

Houtu fell silent.