Having said that, Houtu vanished before any of them could react.
It was not that Houtu had become heartless and refused to help them after becoming a Sage.
Rather, this incident had made Houtu realize that if she continued indulging Dijiang and the others as she did now...
Not only would Dijiang and the others die in the future, but the entire Witch Clan would likely be buried alongside them because of their actions.
So, to cut off that notion at its root, she could only make her words a little more ruthless.
At first, Dijiang and the others had not reacted.
Only after Houtu disappeared did they grasp the meaning behind her words.
"Our little sister has severed ties with us."
"..."
Dijiang fell silent.
He had never expected Houtu to be so decisive about this.
But soon, they pulled themselves together.
"Now is not the time to think about that. This great tribulation is an opportunity for our Witch Clan. We absolutely cannot let it slip away."
"These eleven drops of Ancestral Witch Blood Essence can only support one more person in attaining the strength of an Ancestral Witch. Let us choose someone."
"And we can no longer use our former names."
"Who does everyone think is best suited to this task?"
At Dijiang's words, everyone exchanged glances. Finally, Gonggong stepped forward.
"Leave it to me."
Hearing his voice, everyone turned to Gonggong.
"Have you thought this through? Your situation is different from ours. You never held a divine post in the Underworld. If you die in this tribulation, you will truly be dead."
Yet Gonggong showed no hesitation at those words. Instead, he nodded firmly.
"I have already decided. Brother, say no more."
Ever since the Witch-Demon Tribulation ended, Gonggong's heart had been nothing but cold ashes.