Three streaks of Escape Light flew from the direction of the Blood Sea, passed through Mount Buzhou's Zhoutian Star Dou Great Array, and landed before Pangu Hall.
When Pan Xuan, Houtu, and Zhu Jiuyin filed into the hall, the nine Ancestral Witches who had stayed behind were already waiting inside.
Zhu Rong sat beside a stone dais, Southern Illumination Divine Flame flickering faintly around him. It had scorched a ring into the dais beneath him; clearly, he had been waiting a long time, and his patience was nearly exhausted.
Gong Gong sat opposite him, his expression unchanged, but the Weak Water surging around him moved noticeably faster than usual.
Xuan Ming sat expressionless in a corner as always, a thin layer of ice coating the stone dais beneath her.
Di Jiang sat upright in the seat of honor, his eyes half-closed. Only when the three entered did he slowly open them.
Pan Xuan walked to the center of the hall, while Houtu and Zhu Jiuyin took their seats.
With the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Pan Xuan gathered together, the Witch Clan's core strength was assembled in one hall, yet the atmosphere was graver than usual.
Everyone had sensed the Heavenly Dao's response descending from above just moments earlier.
The Heavenly Court had been established, and the myriad races had pledged allegiance. The entire Primordial World had clearly witnessed the stir Di Jun and Tai Yi had caused on the Sun Star.
Di Jiang spoke first, his voice steady as a mountain. "Brother Pan Xuan, how did things go at the Blood Sea?"
"Minghe has entered the Divine Dao and been invested as the God of the Blood Sea."
Pan Xuan sat below Di Jiang and briefly recounted the journey to the Blood Sea.
"Minghe has agreed to let the Witch