Over these past days.
Houtu.
She had taken the initiative to draw fragments from her Sea of Consciousness-the fragments of history that ultimately determined its course, belonging to the Twelve Ancestral Witches and their different destinies as protagonists of the Primordial World, which she had gathered over twenty million years of following Lin Tian, the Vine Dao Venerable, into Primordial Worlds across different planes and dimensions.
It could be put this way.
Regardless of which Primordial World it was, whenever the Twelve Ancestral Witches were the protagonists of heaven and earth, the one thing they ultimately had to face was the War of the Liches, an immeasurable calamity that could neither be erased nor ignored.
Once it was circumvented, the Primordial World could scarcely exist.
In other words, although their Witch Clan possessed the fortune and opportunities of the Dutian Lineage.
No true Hongmeng Purple Qi had ever been nurtured within them, and no Saint recognized by the Heavenly Dao had ever emerged among their people.
Even though Houtu obtained the reincarnation Great Dao at the end of the world and attained sainthood through the Earthly Dao of the netherworld.
That still had nothing to do with the Heavenly Dao.
Thus, Houtu had settled one thing in her heart.
If the Witch-Demon Calamity swiftly arose on the Central Continent during this period, along with its prerequisite-the Great Sun Calamity, in which ten Golden Crows appeared on the Nanjing Central Continent.
Then Houtu would set aside all the resentment she had held toward the Vine Dao Venerable when she left the Spirit Vine Daoist School.
She would willingly return to Spirit Vine Ten Thousand Laws Heaven and implore the Vine Dao Venerable to rescue their Witch Clan from this state of eternal damnation.
Even if only a single member of the