Zhurong followed Yellow Dragon's gaze toward Houtu, an ingratiating smile spreading across his face.
At the sight of him, Houtu looked disgusted, her voice thick with impatience:
"Go if you want. With you here in the Underworld, I have to divert some of my origin power to suppress the baleful energy of your Ancestral Witch body. I'll have an easier time once you're gone."
Zhurong chuckled. He knew Houtu was telling the truth.
An Ancestral Witch's body brimmed with turbid, baleful energy, something the fragile souls in the Underworld could not withstand.
To let Zhurong remain in the Underworld, Houtu had been forced to divert some of her origin power to isolate his baleful energy. It was hardly a burden, but it still demanded a measure of her attention.
Zhurong's departure would relieve her of that pressure.
Zhurong turned to Yellow Dragon and grinned. "Sorry for the trouble, Brother Yellow Dragon."
Yellow Dragon did not mind. Holding the Sea-Calming Pearl in one hand, he reopened the gateway to the Witch World.
The blood-red gate of light slowly spread open in the void. The rich blood energy pouring through it made Zhurong's eyes light up.
He glanced back at the Underworld one last time, his gaze sweeping over the Great Witches of the Witch Race, who were throwing the land into chaos as they fought over souls with greater aptitude. A smile touched his lips, and he stepped through the gate.
The instant Zhurong entered the Witch World, Yellow Dragon's expression changed sharply.
The Witch World reacted violently the moment Zhurong entered.
As an Ancestral Witch, Zhurong was an existence at the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint realm.
Even without releasing his power, the immense might of the Great Dao contained within his Ancestral Witch body far exceeded what the Witch World