Mysterious Yellow Hall, Three Pure Ones Arrive

Houtu was finding it a little hard to endure. Ling Xiao's growth rate was beyond comprehension, practically like he had cheats enabled.

Even after going to the Mythic Battlefield, he had remained unaffected.

In such a short time, he had been able to kill the Blood Moon Demon God, who was at the fifth transformation of the half-step Great Dao. Give him another few tens of thousands of years—wouldn't that be absurd?

She did not dare imagine it. She truly did not dare.

Houtu's eyes were filled with shock and dread. The pride she had always carried, that lofty detachment of being the Second Divine General, was beginning to crumble away.

Based on what she knew of Ling Xiao, looking back on everything that had happened in the Primordial World, this moment was exactly like that moment back then.

"Can Ling Xiao truly replicate the legend of the Primordial World?"

In a daze, that thought suddenly arose in Houtu's mind.

"No! The Origin True Realm is different from the Primordial World. There are powers here that cannot be shaken."

Suddenly, Houtu's gaze calmed again. As the Second Divine General of the Divine Hall, she could barely be considered part of the Mysterious Heaven Realm's upper echelon, so she naturally knew things ordinary people could never learn.

More than anyone else, she understood just how powerful the Divine Hall was, how powerful the Mysterious Heaven Realm was—let alone the entire Origin True Realm, which possessed twelve realms.

Power at the level of a Realm Lord was impossible to attain. Even setting Realm Lords aside, the realms possessed by those old ancestors surpassed the understanding of the world.

Houtu had once believed that, having mastered seven powers of transcendence, she could be considered a powerhouse in her own right. But she later