Houtu felt a little regretful. She had been too impulsive just now. How could she have done something like that so carelessly?
She had never imagined that this illusory thing actually had a physical form.
And it could even hurt Xuanming.
But this was no time for regret. She immediately sealed the octopus monster inside a special bottle made from Great Dao Origin.
Then she tucked it into her sleeve.
Her expression grew grave as she looked at the unconscious Xuanming, panic rising within her.
"He isn't dead, is he?"
Although she had grown accustomed to life and death in the Underworld, she still panicked when it involved her own family and friends.
But who could she turn to now?
If something was wrong with Xuanming, could the other Ancestral Witches be affected too?
If they really were, what were they supposed to do?
Houtu dared not think any further. She felt that something might have gone wrong with the Primordial World.
She hurriedly contacted Wang Shi. He was probably the only person she could trust now!
Wang Shi, who was guarding the Human Race, was rather surprised to receive her plea for help.
No one in the Underworld was stronger than Houtu. If someone as powerful as her was asking for help, the situation had to be serious and dangerous.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Shi turned and left.
"Fuxi, you're responsible for guarding the Human Race. If any other Saints come to cause trouble, abandon the effort to unify the Human Race immediately. Wait until I return before doing anything else."
Before they could answer, Wang Shi had already vanished.
When he reached the Underworld, Houtu teleported him straight into her residence.
"What's so urgent?"
Houtu looked anxiously at Xuanming on the bed.
"Something happened. Xuanming passed out.