Within the Witch Clan's Pangu Hall, all Twelve Ancestral Witches were shaken.
Di Jiang abruptly rose, his eyes filled with disbelief. "This... this is Houtu's aura! She... she's become a Sage?!"
Zhu Jiuyin drew a deep breath, his voice trembling. "The Witch Clan... our Witch Clan finally has a Sage!"
Gong Gong, Zhu Rong, Rushou, Jumang, Qiangliang, Xizi, Tianwu, Yuezi, Shebishi...
Whatever they had been doing, all the Ancestral Witches stopped everything at that moment and looked toward the Netherworld.
Even their eyes had reddened somewhat. The Witch Clan-the Witch Clan that the myriad races of the Primordial World had once mocked as having "no Primordial Spirit, knowing only brute strength."
Now, at last, they had a Sage of their own!
For a time, the entire Witch Clan seethed with excitement.
The people of the Witch Clan poured toward Pangu Hall from every direction, prostrating themselves and kowtowing ceaselessly toward the Netherworld.
For countless years, though the Witch Clan's physical bodies were invincible, their lack of a Primordial Spirit had hampered them at every turn.
Later, with Pan Xuan's help, they had awakened their Primordial Spirits and developed the Martial Dao, yet they had always fallen that final sliver short of the very summit.
Now, Houtu had attained Sagehood through the Earthly Dao, becoming the first Sage in the Witch Clan's history.
At last, the Witch Clan truly stood at the pinnacle of this vast Primordial World.
Within the Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe slowly raised his head.
He gazed at the Holy Light soaring into the sky, then at his own boundless Blood Sea. After a long while, he said quietly:
"Fellow Daoist Houtu... has attained her Dao. To think the Witch Clan walked that path to its end a step ahead of my Blood Sea."
Within the Netherworld, the