After spending a day at Houtu's Bamboo Sea Garden, the sages finally departed.
From their expressions, it was clear they did not take those beings from beyond the universe too seriously.
Perhaps the beings capable of descending into this world were indeed powerful, but no matter how powerful they were, the sages were still sages.
In this world, did sages need to fear anyone?
The only concern was whether a battle between them would cause irreparable damage to the Primordial Land.
There was really no question about it. Once sages fought upon the Primordial Land, how could the Primordial Land possibly withstand it?
The best course was naturally to keep the enemy beyond the borders, going out to eliminate them before they descended. But though the idea was good, they could not find a way out.
Of course, they had another concern as well. Perhaps the other side had not intended to descend in the first place, but their appearance in other universes might draw them here instead.
Thus, they could only wait until Great God Pangu had fully revived before making a decision.
Wu Chu remained in the Netherworld, watching the Witch Ancestors enter reincarnation.
Houtu stood beside him, unable to conceal the sorrow in her eyes.
She had never imagined things would develop in this direction.
She had originally thought that her departure from the Witch Clan would not affect them much. After all, there were still so many Witch Ancestors in the Witch Clan. Without her, the Witch Clan would remain immensely powerful.
Yet who could have expected that, in the blink of an eye, the Witch Clan would suffer such enormous losses?
The Witch Clan, which should have counted as the strongest race in the Primordial World, might not be long from being surpassed by the