It was hard even for a witch to believe. A mere acquired divine hall had kept her, a mighty Ancestral Witch, out for three hundred years. Just what was the origin of that white light?
Thinking this, Houtu watched Gungun's retreating figure, which was about to disappear completely into the baleful energy. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she decided to question it thoroughly when it returned after finishing its training with River Styx.
She could hardly ask about the things it had been thinking earlier. Doing so would expose her secret ability to overhear its thoughts, and might make it stop thinking about anything at all in the future. After all, it was lazy to begin with. But she could directly ask about the white light protecting Crouching Bear Hall, because every Iron-Eating Beast hiding inside knew that the light had stopped her from entering!
Meanwhile, amid the endless baleful energy.
Gungun ran with the bloodstone held overhead. Black-and-white divine light flickered around its body, keeping the baleful energy at bay and preventing it from corroding its mind.
Don't assume that a great immortal was all that powerful. In truth... well, yes, they were very powerful, but how vast was the Primordial World? Never mind a Great Luo-even a quasi-saint would not dare claim they could roam unchecked between heaven and earth.
One had to understand that this Sea of Blood had formed from a mass of Pangu's tainted blood. After the Primordial World was created, there were no Six Paths of Reincarnation, so when living beings died, the primordial spirits of many, apart from those with profound cultivation, drifted here. The Sea of Blood then polluted them, giving rise to baleful energy. Over time, the baleful energy accumulated here had become such that even a great immortal might