Lin Tian had used the ancestral witch essence blood she had given him to manifest Pan Gu's fleshly body. That meant his actions had bound her to him through karmic force. Although she had promised today that she had no intention of claiming a Saint Position, if she fell into danger someday because of him, would he not have wronged her?
Reconstituting Pan Gu's fleshly body was no easy feat. Even a Saint could offer no guarantee.
Houtu had heard that Lin Tian had formed Pan Gu's fleshly body and overpowered Guang Chengzi and the other Chan Sect disciples while trapped within their formation, but she had never dared take it as certain. Seeing Lin Tian's expression today, she reached her own conclusion.
As an Ancestral Witch, she had an innate deficiency. Even with Hongjun's decree, she knew it would be difficult to attain the Great Dao. She had intended only to remain in the Nine Hells and fulfill her duty.
But today, upon learning that Lin Tian truly had formed the Pangu True Body, her eyes, once so tranquil, suddenly lit up again.
The Witch Clan had indeed declined, but when had Houtu ever stopped longing to restore its former glory? Her own strength had left her helpless, unable to act. Now, however, she saw hope in Lin Tian and immediately made a great vow.
"If someday you can reconstitute the Pangu True Body and lead the Witch Clan back to its pinnacle, I, Houtu, will honor you as our Father God!"
Her soft, lingering words laid bare her deepest wish.
When the Witch Clan first suffered defeat, all her hopes had turned to ashes. She had guarded reincarnation ever since, swearing never to set even half a step outside this place. Yet Lin Tian had allowed her to