The Literary Sect's inheritance contained numerous arts, including alchemy, artifact forging, formations, and talismans.
The Changbai Mountain Range and Heavenly Pool Garden also had an abundance of Spirit Roots and spiritual materials, more than enough to draw upon.
Ranmu could not possibly consume all the pills he refined himself, so he distributed them among his fellow disciples and earned a hefty wave of prestige.
At this moment, only Bei Ming and Houtu remained in the main hall.
Bei Ming raised a hand in invitation. "Houtu, a guest is a guest. Whatever it is, sit down and tell me."
"Thank you, Wen Zu."
Houtu steadied herself, walked to the guest seat, and sat upright before the table. Then she looked directly at Bei Ming and said,
"Wen Zu, please forgive my presumptuous visit."
"It is no matter." Bei Ming's voice was calm. "The journey from Pangu Hall to Changbai Mountain is long. Ancestor Wizard Houtu has come all this way, presumably for the future of the Wu Clan.
This Seat remembers that during the third lecture at Zixiao Palace, you asked the Dao Ancestor this very question."
Houtu nodded slightly. "Wen Zu is correct.
Although the Dao Ancestor did not state it plainly back then, he did leave behind a saying—the Wu Clan has its own destined opportunity.
Now that the Wu and Yao Clans restrain one another without end, perhaps the Wu Clan should seek a different path."
Her fingers slowly tightened. "I have some thoughts, but doubts still remain in my heart.
The Dao Ancestor has merged with the Dao and will not appear unless it is a matter of great importance. The Three Pure Ones have long been in conflict with my Wu Clan.
Nüwa's elder brother is the Emperor Xi of the Demon Race, so there is