After Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun had settled Houtu and Xuanming in, they each returned to their secluded cultivation chambers.
The strength Daochen had displayed on this trip to Mount Buzhou had dealt a considerable shock not only to Dijiang and the other Twelve Ancestral Witches, but also to the two brothers.
Although they had no intention of competing with Daochen, being left so far behind naturally did not feel pleasant.
It would be best to hurry into seclusion, comprehend the Great Dao, and sever another corpse as soon as possible to break through to the late Quasi-Saint stage.
"Daochen just dumped us here like this?"
After Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun left, only Xuanming and Houtu remained on the vast Sun Star.
Looking at the Xiantian spiritual roots outside, constantly pouring forth the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Xuanming could not help complaining.
"What, Sister? Were you hoping Fellow Daoist Daochen would do something to us?"
Houtu gave a playful laugh and looked at Xuanming with a teasing smile.
"Sister, what are you talking about?"
Under Houtu's gaze, Xuanming naturally understood what she meant. Her lovely face immediately reddened, and she stopped pursuing the subject.
She turned her gaze outside the palace instead.
Before coming to the Sun Star, she had imagined it to be nothing but scorched earth stretching a thousand miles, wreathed in fire essence.
Only after arriving did she discover that the number of spiritual roots on the Sun Star rivaled even Mount Buzhou's, while their quality surpassed it by a considerable margin.
It was nothing short of an immortal sanctuary.
With a movement, Houtu appeared beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree, lowered her eyes slightly, and sat cross-legged.
As the Earth Ancestor Witch, cultivating here was not quite as good as cultivating in Pangu Hall,