The Ancestral Witches rose to their feet and looked at their Father God, then finally at Wu Chu. They opened their mouths as if to ask something, yet did not know how to begin.
"Don't just stand there like fools. Come sit down first!"
Wu Chu beckoned the Ancestral Witches and led them to the Summit of the Sacred Tree.
The Purple Jade Divine Tree had once more risen beside the lake, its roots driven even deeper into the earth.
The great lake beside it had begun accumulating water again. The cracks at its bottom had been repaired by Little Fox, Little Moon Spirit, and the others with their magic.
Flower Mountain in the distance had also been re-formed. The Little Flower Fairies were busily replanting the fallen flower trees upon it.
The twelve Little Moons had joined in as well. The ten Little Suns, whose magic remained sealed, along with Wu, were not even qualified to serve tea and water.
Seeing that Wu Chu had successfully attained the Dao and that his Divine Sense had returned, everyone happily gathered at the Summit of the Sacred Tree to congratulate him and greet the twelve Witch Ancestors who had come.
Though Jiufeng did not bear the title of Ancestral Witch, she possessed the reality of one.
As for the phantom standing beside Wu Chu, although everyone had their suspicions, no one asked directly.
After all, the chief culprit behind the collapse of countless mountains and rivers across the Primordial World, and the suffering of its living beings, might well have been the person before them. They had once revered him deeply, but now their feelings were somewhat complicated, and for the moment, they did not know how to face him.
Pangu's phantom found this somewhat strange. He turned and walked to