"Brother, there is no need for this. Becoming reincarnation will also complete the Heavenly Dao, leave our Witch Clan a place to flourish and rest, and bring blessings to all living beings in the Primordial World. Were Father God reborn, I am sure he would approve of his little sister's decision."
Houtu let out a soft, lingering sigh.
Houtu had mentioned Pangu, then brought up the Witch Clan's present plight.
Xuanming's and Dijiang's expressions tightened slightly. They said nothing more, but still bowed to Houtu from afar.
For Dijiang and the others, enduring this great tribulation had also been a baptism.
An immortal race like the Witch Clan truly no longer suited the Primordial World's current environment.
Especially with the Six Saints watching like hungry tigers.
Withdrawing from the Primordial World might well offer the Witch Clan a way forward.
"Then Houtu bids you farewell, Brother."
After bidding her brother farewell, Houtu rose and arrived at the ruins of Mount Buzhou.
Broken walls and shattered tiles lay scattered among towering boulders. Here and there, enormous peaks thrust up from the ground into the clouds, their slopes bare save for a trace of green.
Gazing into the distance, she saw that the great rocks left by Mount Buzhou's collapse seemed to retain a mysterious Dao resonance, with remnants of the Law of Strength lingering around them.
They banished evil and drove it back.
Seemingly endless wronged souls wandered above the Nine Heavens, their shrill screams rising one after another as karmic retribution gathered.
Blood-red tribulation clouds, wreathed in killing intent, hung across the firmament.
Although ten thousand years had passed since the great tribulation, its lingering effects had not gradually subsided with time.
"Heaven and earth are incomplete; yin and yang complement each other. Where there is the Heavenly Dao, there