Houtu was still somewhat bewildered, not quite understanding what Daochen meant.
Daochen could only explain briefly, "Although I'm not yet sure what happened here, I'm certain it has something to do with something unknown. This place is too strange. I can sense Mount Buzhou's existence, but as we can see before us, it actually lies somewhere between existence and nonexistence."
"What exactly happened here still needs investigating. You're too weak. You shouldn't enter this place."
A Saint Realm Expert disappearing without any apparent reason was far too suspicious, after all.
With Houtu's strength, she might be able to protect herself within the Netherworld Office.
But keeping herself safe in a place like this would be far too difficult.
There was no Earthly Dao here, and no one could safeguard her.
Nor could they take risks simply because they had entrusted themselves to the Earthly Dao and become deathless and indestructible.
When faced with an unknown existence, you never knew what you might encounter.
For safety's sake, he could not let her go in.
Besides, weakness was the original sin. Precisely because Houtu was too weak, going in would serve no purpose at all.
"In short, this place isn't suitable for you. Listen to me and go back."
Daochen stressed this once again. His words were rather hurtful, and Houtu's face flushed with anger.
"I'm no helpless woman. I'm one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, a supreme expert like the Eastern Emperor, the founder of the Earthly Dao, an existence on equal footing with Heavenly Dao Hongjun."
Daochen gave her a disdainful glance. "What kind of supreme expert are you? Your strength is mediocre, yet you claim to stand on equal footing with the Heavenly Dao? You have a few tricks within the Netherworld Office, but