Within the Sea of Blood, a Daoist whose face bristled with Rakshasa Aura also turned into a streak of light and flew toward Chaos.
In the Northern Dark Sea, an enormous fish transformed into a bird, soared ninety thousand miles on the wind, and broke through the sky.
At that moment, almost every cultivator in the Primordial World capable of reaching Chaos scrambled to make their way to the Purple Heaven Palace.
Of course, one place was different: the Witch Clan.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches all wore troubled expressions. To go or not to go-that was the question.
"Our Witch Clan has no Primordial Spirit and cannot cultivate. Listening to a lecture on the Dao is completely useless to us!"
"We cultivate pure physical strength and innate Divine Abilities. We don't cultivate the Dao at all, and we barely even use spells!"
"But he's such a powerful expert, after all. If we don't go, might he hold it against our Witch Clan?"
For a time, the twelve witches were utterly torn. In the end, Dijiang, their eldest brother, made the final decision. "Let's do this: little sister Houtu can represent our entire Witch Clan at the lecture."
"Yes!"
Houtian nodded at his words. She happened to want to know whether the Witch Clan could cultivate without a Primordial Spirit, among other things, so she agreed on the spot and flew toward Chaos.
For a time, all the mighty powers of the Primordial World flew toward the Thirty-Three Heavens. Mighty powers gathered in the Purple Heaven Palace! At the boundary of the Thirty-Three Heavens, countless cultivators stopped at the final heaven. This was already the border between the Primordial World and Chaos, where the barrier of heaven and earth lay. Beyond the thin membrane ahead was the renowned Chaos.
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