Houtu returned to Pangu Hall burdened with heavy thoughts.
She could not understand how the fate of Pangu's descendants could be controlled by others.
Seeing the worry on his younger sister's face, Dijiang asked, "Sister Houtu, why are you so troubled after going out for a while?"
Zhujiuyin and the other Ancestral Witches gathered around as well, each wearing a concerned expression.
Zhurong said bluntly, "Sister Houtu, who bullied you? Tell your brother, and I'll burn him to ashes!"
Houtu swept her gaze over the faces of her brothers and sisters. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, her voice carrying a trace of confusion. "Brothers and sisters... do you think our fate is being controlled by someone?"
The Ancestral Witches looked at one another, unable to understand why she would suddenly ask such a question.
Houtu continued, her voice dropping even lower. "Father God Pangu... did he truly ever care about us?"
Zhurong's thick brows shot up, and his voice boomed like a great bell.
"Sister Houtu, what is wrong with you? We are Pangu's true descendants. Who could control our fate? We were all formed from Father God's blood essence. How could he not cherish his own lineage?"
Houtu said nothing. She merely raised her head toward the heavens. She suddenly recalled those gigantic shadows that had once stood in the sky. In a daze, she seemed to see countless indifferent eyes deep within the void, silently looking down upon the Primordial World.
She suddenly shook her head, her voice somewhat weary. "It's nothing. Perhaps I'm overthinking it."
She turned to Dijiang, her voice becoming earnest. "Big Brother, over all these years, countless billions of our Witch Clan brethren have been buried... How about we stop the war?"
"Have you not seen the fate of the Innate