In the Central Lands, beneath Mount Buzhou, within Pangu Hall.
This hall had been formed from Pangu's heart. It naturally severed karma and obscured heavenly secrets, forming an independent world of its own.
There were no tangible sun, moon, or stars within the hall. Only an enormous Pangu Blood Pool churned and boiled at its center, waves of blood crashing against the walls with dull, thunderous roars.
Countless Great Witches and Lesser Witches were continuously born from the blood pool, carrying innate Earth Baleful Turbid Qi and killing intent. They then immediately bowed and withdrew from the hall.
Around the blood pool sat twelve Ancestral Witches, each one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred zhang tall, cross-legged upon the ground. Their auras were vast as prisons, their might shaking heaven and earth.
They had been formed from Pangu Essence-Blood. Their fleshly bodies were unmatched from birth, and from the day they came into being, they had possessed an inborn pride as they looked down upon all living beings of the Primordial World.
Houtu, the Ancestral Witch of Earth, opened her eyes. She too had revealed her Ancestral Witch True Body—a human body with a serpent tail, seven hands growing from her back, and two hands before her, each clutching a soaring serpent. A gentle yet weighty aura of earth coiled around her body.
Unlike the fierce pride etched between the brows of the other Ancestral Witches, her eyes held a faint, lingering worry that could not be dispelled.
"Brothers, there is something I have pondered for a long time. Today, I must speak of it."
Houtu's voice was calm as the echoes of the earth, yet it carried a power that pierced hearts, drawing the attention of every other Ancestral Witch. "Though we bear Father God's bloodline, possess peerless fleshly