Things had taken a turn for the better, and the road ahead was bright. How could the Ancestral Witches not laugh?
In truth, before Zhu Jiuyin pointed out that the Earthly Dao was the path to enlightenment best suited to the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, none of them—not even Dijiang and Houtu—had any idea how the Witch Race could attain the Dao.
The problem was, while the Ancestral Witches had no path in sight, the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao—including the Three Pure Ones, the Golden Crows, and the Two Sages of the West—had been guided by Hongjun onto a path that followed the Heavenly Dao, severed the Three Corpses, and ultimately led to becoming Sages.
One side had a road to follow, while the other had no path to find. Though the Ancestral Witches didn't show it, how could they possibly have felt no disappointment or frustration?
Especially after comparing themselves with the Three Pure Ones. After all, they were all of the Orthodox Pangu Lineage. How could they not want to see who came out on top?
Yet Houtu would one day become the Mother of the Earth, a being who combined wisdom with great love. If she cared so much for ordinary creatures, how could she possibly ignore Zhu Jiuyin?
So she hesitated. "But if I become the Spokesperson of the Earthly Dao, and the one and a half tenths of the Human Race's fortune on the Kongtong Seal goes to me, what will happen to you, Second Brother?
"You're the most important one in the Witch Race right now. If your strength isn't enough, how will you stand against the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun, and the Sages who'll come in the future? And how will you keep hundreds of millions of Witches in line?"
Zhu