At the same time.
A question arose in Lin Tian's mind.
In truth, the territory the Twelve Ancestral Witches occupied in the Primordial World was not on the Primordial Southern Continent, but on Mount Buzhou on the Primordial Central Continent.
This was especially true of Lady Houtu, whose name ran through the entire history of the Primordial World.
Before she transformed her own body into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, she almost never left the area around Mount Buzhou.
Over four million years ago, when Lin Tian set foot on the Primordial Continent, one small reason he wanted to head straight to the Central Continent and climb Mount Buzhou was to see whether, while gathering treasures on his ascent, he might encounter Lady Houtu, whose fame echoed through the ages.
Now.
Lin Tian secretly felt fortunate that he had not encountered Lady Houtu while climbing Mount Buzhou.
Judging by the present situation, the abilities of the Twelve Ancestral Witches could truly reach through heaven and earth.
He had merely uttered Houtu's name within his divine sense.
Yet Lady Houtu, one of the legendary Twelve Ancestral Witches, had immediately sensed his presence through some unseen connection and pinpointed his location.
Had he not just broken every trace of divine sense concerning Lady Houtu into scattered fragments and swept them into the Myriad Heavens World of The Fled One, where no living being could sense his divine sense...
In that single instant, Lady Houtu might already have appeared before him and ground him into flying ash.
I can't even think her name? That's just unbelievable.
Lin Tian silently grumbled to himself.
Since transmigrating to the Primordial World, many of Lin Tian's actions had seemed quite rude.
However.
All along.
Whenever his everyday conversations or private grumbling touched upon the peerless