The Witch Clan Warriors looked at Father God and the gloom on his face. Dijiang's Primordial Spirit burst into laughter. "Father God, there is no need for this. Our lives were bestowed by Father God; it is only natural for Father God to take them back. To be able to do what little we can for Father God is our good fortune!"
Seeing this, the other Wus also spoke up to comfort Pangu. Yet the more they did so, the more uncomfortable Pangu felt, burdened by an indescribable feeling.
Wu Chu raised a hand and said, "Everyone, disperse for now! We still have matters to attend to!"
Shiji, who had come along to watch the excitement, looked around and said, "Master, we'll be leaving first, then. Once I'm done with my work, I'll come pay my respects!"
"Go on, go on! The Netherworld is so busy right now. Don't you all slack off either."
Thus, everyone dispersed for the time being. Shiji and the Witch Clan Ghost Soldiers led the Primordial Spirits of the Witch Clan Warriors toward Fengdu.
Wu Chu led Pangu's phantom alongside Houtu toward the Reincarnation Disc, saying, "My lady, make the arrangements for Senior to reincarnate into a decent family. Senior wishes to understand the present Primordial World before making any plans. I don't think there is a more natural way for him to integrate into the myriad races of the Primordial World."
Houtu and the other Witch Ancestors did not quite understand, but they did not say much before Father God, lest he misunderstand them.
They planned to ask Wu Chu about their many doubts later.
Houtu nodded slightly and led everyone toward the Bridge of Helplessness.
After crossing the Bridge of Helplessness and drinking Meng Po Soup... in fact, Meng Po Soup was not