Houtu stood two meters tall, slender and striking. She wore a loose, natural hemp robe evolved from Nine Heavens Xirang, which wrapped around her graceful, curvaceous figure. Her golden hair flowed with dense, golden-yellow earth power, making her radiantly beautiful.
Behind her head were three golden divine halos, as well as a Dharma Idol with a human body and snake tail, seven arms growing from its back and two more from its chest, both hands tightly clutching Teng Snakes. It was the Dharma Idol of the Ancestral Witch of Earth.
Among the other twelve Ancestral Witches, Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Darkness, also watched this scene curiously. "I think it's quite good. Why is Fourth Brother angry?"
The Ancestral Witch of Darkness was likewise around two meters tall, with long, glossy black hair falling straight down, wreathed in wisps of Supreme Yin mist. Her figure was the most fiery and alluring of them all, her chest exceptionally ample. She wore close-fitting black armor refined from Innate Ink Qilin Hide, also an Acquired Supreme Treasure.
Behind her head, three black Dao halos hung overhead. A human-faced, bird-bodied being stood there, with a blue Innate Supreme Yin Snake hanging from each ear and two Supreme Yin Snakes of the same color beneath its feet.
Standing there, she seemed to embody the night itself, as though eternal night had descended, surrounded by boundless darkness. Usually, she was the least talkative among the twelve Ancestral Witches.
Yet today, she had actually spoken to praise Jiang Ming. Her voice was unexpectedly lovely, soft and captivating, carrying an ethereal, lingering charm that could intoxicate anyone.
The Demon Race, on the other hand, did not hesitate to mock them.
"As expected of an Ancestral Witch. Bringing a wok along to a grand competition for supremacy—how interesting. Truly