Houtu Condenses a Primordial Spirit

After hearing Bai Jing's words, Houtu's delicate brows drew together slightly. Was the Demon Race already unable to sit still?

Houtu had always known that her elder brothers held different expectations for her.

During the first sermon at Zixiao Palace, though her brothers said nothing, they were undoubtedly deeply wary of Hongjun, this Saint.

Otherwise, once the first sermon at Zixiao Palace had ended, they would not have immediately entered seclusion to cultivate, each breaking through the sixth turn of the Mysterious Art.

After the second sermon at Zixiao Palace, Houtu learned that the Dao Hongjun expounded was not suited to the Witch Clan.

Fortunately, the Witch Clan had gained Bai Jing as an ally by then. With Bai Jing's help, the Witch Clan had found clarity about its future path and placed all its stakes on the Earthly Dao.

Yet in the Primordial World, strength was still king in the end. Her brothers all hoped that the Witch Clan could produce a Saint capable of rivaling Hongjun.

Without question, her brothers had placed their hopes on her. According to Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, she was the only one among the Twelve Ancestral Witches who might possibly give birth to a Primordial Spirit.

Now Fellow Daoist Bai Jing had brought back the Innate Imperishable Spirit Light. Houtu knew that, so long as she used this wisp of spirit light, she would certainly be able to condense a Primordial Spirit of her own.

Once she had a Primordial Spirit, her speed in comprehending the Law of Reincarnation would inevitably increase greatly. At present, Houtu had already grasped fifty percent of the Great Dao of Reincarnation.

Even Houtu herself was astonished by such rapid progress in comprehending the Dao. The main reason was that the Great Dao of Reincarnation fit her far too perfectly. If she possessed a Primordial Spirit, then given another two or three epochs, she should be able to fully control the Great Dao of Reincarnation through her own comprehension and prove the Dao as a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

And that was precisely what her brothers hoped for.

Thinking of this, Houtu hesitated no longer and seized that wisp of Innate Imperishable Spirit Light.

The instant the spirit light entered her body, Houtu began guiding it into her sea of consciousness, slowly merging it with her true spiritual nature.

While Houtu condensed her Primordial Spirit, Dijun learned that the Witch Clan's people and Ancestral Witches had all returned to Mount Buzhou. He immediately summoned the Demon Race's great demons to discuss matters.

After nearly twenty thousand years of recuperation, Dijun's Dao injuries had mostly healed. Moreover, because the Demon Race had destroyed the Immortal Court and gathered a great deal of fortune, his cultivation rose another step, breaking through to the late stage of the quasi-Saint realm.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi followed the path of proving the Dao through strength. Even with the Demon Race's fortune, he could not break through without sufficient comprehension of the laws. Yet that did not mean Eastern Emperor Taiyi had made no progress. Compared to when the Immortal Court was destroyed, his strength had increased considerably.

After many years of secluded cultivation, Fuxi had also severed his second corpse and entered the middle stage of the quasi-Saint realm.

The three Demon Emperors had greatly advanced in strength. In addition, Kunpeng, who had gained immense merit from creating Demon Script, had likewise severed his second corpse and broken through to the middle stage of the quasi-Saint realm.

The Demon Race's Ten Demon Sages had also borrowed the fortune gained from swallowing the Immortal Court, all successfully severing their corpses and entering the quasi-Saint realm.

The current Demon Race possessed one late-stage quasi-Saint, three middle-stage quasi-Saints, and ten early-stage quasi-Saints. With such formidable high-level combat strength, the Demon Race believed the Witch Clan to be nothing more than ants, capable of being wiped out with a flick of the hand.

Thus, upon learning that the Witch Clan's Ancestral Witches had all returned to Pangu Hall, the Demon Race's great demons decided almost without hesitation to send troops against the Witch Clan.

Dijun threw back his head and laughed. "Good! As expected of the sons of my Demon Race! Then muster the troops, recall every clansman fighting abroad, and follow this Emperor to flatten the Witch Clan!"

Dijun did not notice that, once this order was issued, a layer of gloom shrouded the fortune golden dragon of the Heavenly Court, faintly mingled with a trace of the aura of great tribulation.

Before anyone realized it, a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Ever since Nuwa and her brother had joined the Demon Race, she had never again set foot in the Witch Clan's ancestral land.

Now that the Demon Race's army was about to strike, Nuwa finally arranged to meet Xuanming.

After many years, standing once more at the foot of Mount Buzhou, Nuwa's first sensation was discomfort all over her body. The foot of Mount Buzhou was now utterly different from the last time she had come.

Not only did the air carry the Witch Clan's unique Sha Qi, but a faint, indistinct gray-black tribulation aura also coiled through it.

Nuwa sighed. This divine mountain that supported the heaven and earth of the Primordial World would soon become the main battlefield of the Witch-Demon War. Once this war erupted, the tribulation aura here would likely grow countless times stronger!

"Nuwa, why are you sighing again? Over this entire epoch, every time I saw you, you were sighing."

Hearing Xuanming's voice by her ear, Nuwa reined in her emotions, turned to Xuanming, and said, "Xuanming, is your Witch Clan truly unwilling to take even one step back?"

Xuanming said nothing, only shaking her head.

Xuanming's attitude was so resolute that Nuwa recalled the scene from a hundred years ago, when she had asked her brother whether the Demon Race was willing to take a step back.

At that time, her brother had shaken his head just as firmly.

At this moment, Nuwa knew that the war between the Witch and Demon Clans had become unavoidable.

"Nuwa, I know you have always wanted to stop the two clans from going to war, but given the current situation, I fear you cannot stop it."

"Xuanming, I hope there will never come a day when we meet with blades drawn." With that, she turned into a streak of escaping light and returned to her Daoist field.

Xuanming smiled. She was rather looking forward to fighting her best friend.

The scene returned to Pangu Hall. After a hundred years of silence, Houtu suddenly opened her eyes. A divine radiance burst from them, and her entire bearing became ever more ethereal.

With a flip of his hand, Bai Jing produced a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. He had traded Immortal materials and ores stained with Chaos Qi for it from Laozi during the third sermon at Zixiao Palace. There had been three pills in total.

Bai Jing flicked his finger, and the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir flew to Houtu's side.

Houtu did not stand on ceremony. She accepted the Golden Elixir and swallowed it.

In an instant, Houtu completed the gathering of the Three Flowers atop her head and the return of the Five Qi to their origin.

After pausing for only an instant, Houtu's Three Flowers bloomed.

The other Ancestral Witches and Bai Jing all stared intently at Houtu's Three Flowers.

First grade, second grade, all the way to the eighth-grade bloom—there was not the slightest pause.

After the flowers reached the eighth grade, Houtu manifested her true form.

Houtu had been formed from Pangu's essence blood, undeniably of Pangu's orthodox lineage. How could an eighth-grade bloom possibly be her limit?

The instant her true form manifested, Houtu's flowers bloomed to the ninth grade, and powerful waves of mana swept through all of Pangu Hall.

"Hahaha! Little sister succeeded!" Zhurong said with a roar of laughter.

The other Ancestral Witches all wore smiles as well.

Bai Jing smiled too. At this point, he had repaid half the karma he owed Great God Pangu.

Houtu had condensed a Primordial Spirit of her own. Even if she still had to transform herself into Reincarnation in the future, she herself would not disappear, nor would there be a day when Houtu was no longer a Witch.

With a Primordial Spirit, she could bear the massive merit gained after transforming herself into Reincarnation. At worst, she would become a merit Saint like Nuwa. Naturally, she would no longer be forever confined to the Underworld, unable to leave.

With Houtu, this Saint, the Witch Clan now had a way out. From here on, Bai Jing could unfold his other plans with far fewer restraints.