The Witch-Demon Race's First Battle, Part One

Inside the Ancestral Shaman Hall...

Twelve thrones stood arranged in rows, with the Twelve Ancestral Shamans seated upon them at ease!

"Brother, why did you summon us here this time?" The fire god Zhurong was as impatient as ever. He had barely been seated when he directly asked Dijiang!

"I called all my brothers and sisters here today because there is something we need to discuss." Dijiang pondered briefly, then said, "That little bird from the Demon Race caused such a huge commotion earlier. We learned it seemed to be for some Foundation of Sainthood!"

"Foundation of Sainthood?" The Ancestral Shamans below looked at one another in speechless confusion. None of them understood what this Foundation of Sainthood was! Only the Ancestral Shaman Houtu's heart stirred. She had listened to a sermon once in the Purple Cloud Palace and had some understanding of a Saint's majesty. Now, upon hearing the words "Foundation of Sainthood," she immediately sensed that it was connected to Saints!

As for exactly how it was connected, it was not difficult to infer from the words themselves! Yet the Witch Race did not cultivate Primordial Spirits and did not understand the arts of deduction. Moreover, they were sworn enemies with the Demon Race. Where had her brother even heard of this Foundation of Sainthood?

Houtu was puzzled, so she voiced the question in her heart!

Dijiang answered, "A Daoist told me!"

"A Daoist?" Houtu faintly caught the scent of a conspiracy and hurriedly asked, "What did this Daoist look like?"

The moment she asked, Houtu knew she had asked for nothing. Such a Daoist would certainly not show his true face!

Sure enough, after hearing Dijiang's description, Houtu realized that he did not resemble any of the renowned great powers she knew!

If it had been some