After leaving her tribe, Houtu began traveling through the Primordial World. At first, she felt nothing unusual.
But as time passed, although nothing happened along the way, the sight of the still-peaceful Primordial World inexplicably filled Houtu with worries.
The Primordial World was indeed peaceful now, but that was because Dao Ancestor Hongjun had imposed a prohibition: until the Heavenly Dao settled into stable operation, the Witch and Demon Races were forbidden from fighting again.
Yet that deadline would arrive one day. And when it did, the Witch and Demon Races would wage war once more.
In their last great battle, they had nearly wiped out the Demon Tribe with the Pangu Phantom.
But after so much time, might something have changed?
In the past, Houtu would never have considered this. Without a Primordial Spirit, she had believed in strength above all else, convinced that no matter how powerful the Demon Tribe became, they could never match the phantom of the Father God's true body.
Now that she had a Primordial Spirit, however, Houtu inexplicably felt a tremor of dread.
That's right. The Demon Tribe is nothing to fear. Even their strongest Heavenly Stars Formation was shattered by a single swing of the Father God's phantom's axe. But now, many far more powerful beings exist between heaven and earth.
Houtu thought, If our clan fights the Demon Tribe again, what stance will those beings take?
Houtu's brows creased slightly.
Suddenly, she made a bold decision. She would divine the outcome of the decisive battle between the Witch and Demon Races.
Yet, as one might expect, how could she possibly calculate it with her level of cultivation?
No matter how she tried, the Heavenly Secrets felt boundless and obscure, like chaos, shrouded in dense mist.
When she forced the divination, trying