And as for Houtu...
At that moment, her brothers and sisters seemed to have finally understood her wishes.
Jumang radiated a lush, verdant aura, his vitality flowing without end.
He strode forward on legs like green bamboo, straightened his back, and stood before Houtu, speaking to her earnestly:
"If you believe the Vine Dao Venerable is still willing to lend our Witch Clan a hand, then return to Spirit Vine Ten Thousand Laws Heaven and admit your mistake to Vine Dao Venerable Lin Tian.
Then beg the Spirit Vine Dao Sage to intervene and save our Witch Clan.
If the Vine Dao Venerable refuses to act, or if he acts but our Witch Clan still cannot change its destined destruction...
I, Jumang, speak only for myself: I will have no complaints whatsoever!"
"I, Dijiang, speak for myself. I will have no complaints!"
"I, Zhurong, speak for myself. I will have no complaints!"
"I, Gonggong, speak for myself. I will have no complaints!"
"I, Shebishi, speak for myself. I will have no complaints!"
"I, Xizi, speak for myself. I will have no complaints!"
Firm voices, yet filled with trust, rang out one after another throughout Pan Gu Hall.
This was also the final measure Houtu's brothers and sisters could take to reverse the Witch Clan's fate, now that the countdown to obeying their orders had already begun.
Yet the last hope behind this final measure did not lie in the proposal Houtu had previously made to her brothers: going to the Western Continent and placing themselves directly under the Daoist School Lineage of Mount Sumeru.
In fact, when Houtu had put that suggestion to her brothers, she had already used her Reincarnation Disk with its forty-nine paths of reincarnation, along with her Netherworld Underworld Chaos Supreme Treasure, to transcend this plane's