Houtu watched the changes in her elder brothers and sister, an indescribable sense of gratification welling up within her.
Through the Netherworld Law, she could clearly sense it.
Deep within the True Spirits of all eleven of her elder brothers and sister, embryonic Primordial Spirits were slowly coalescing.
She knew that feeling all too well.
Back then in Pangu Hall, when Pan Xuan had shone the Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light upon her, her Primordial Spirit had emerged just like this, growing from nothing into existence, from faint to distinct.
She knew that although the power of merit was vast, catalyzing a complete Primordial Spirit still required an opening.
Just then, Pan Xuan stepped forward from beside her.
He looked at the faintly flickering light of Primordial Spirits between the eleven Ancestral Witches' brows, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as a trace of gratification flashed through his eyes.
He knew what Houtu's gift of merit to her elder brothers and sister meant.
This choice was not a sacrifice, but an investment in the Witch Clan's long-term future.
And he happened to possess a divine ability that could give them a push at the most critical moment.
He extended his right hand, a speck of golden light gathering at his fingertip.
At first, that golden light was only the size of a grain of rice, but in an instant it swelled rapidly, burning like a miniature sun at his fingertip.
Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light.
This innate divine ability, which he had possessed since first taking form, had once opened the door to a Primordial Spirit for Houtu.
It had deduced the path of the Martial Dao for the Twelve Ancestral Witches and opened the gate of wisdom for the Star Witch Clan.
Now, he would use it to give the