The Southern Wastes, the Nine Li Tribe.
At that moment, Xuanming, Houtu, and Gungun were circling a sturdy-looking child who stood on the ground.
Under the scrutiny of two Ancestral Witches and one Ancestral Bear, the child showed no fear at all. He merely watched them with his large, jet-black eyes, looking puzzled, as though wondering, Why are they staring at me like this?
"Hmm, his physical body is far inferior to that of a pure-blooded member of the Witch Race. Without the aid of great witch essence blood, he will likely never forge a Great Shaman Body in this lifetime." After a long while, Houtu stopped circling and gave her assessment.
"But he has a complete primordial spirit and can cultivate Daoist arts," Gungun told Houtu.
"That may be true, but countless beings in the Primordial World possess complete primordial spirits, and few can rival the Witch Race in strength. Can a witch-human really achieve anything by cultivating Daoist arts?" Houtu sounded rather doubtful.
After all, witch-humans were the offspring of the Witch Race and the Human Race, and their talent for cultivating Daoist arts came from the Human Race. As for the Human Race... it was not that Houtu looked down on them, but the humans of this era truly had little to boast of. Apart from Feng Ling, they still did not have a single Golden Immortal.
If the Human Race's own cultivation talent was nothing special, how much better could the witch-humans who inherited that talent be?
"Uh..." Hearing Houtu say this, Gungun scratched its head, wanting to argue, but... it had no rebuttal.
Witch-humans did indeed possess primordial spirits, but their strength could not compare to that of pure-blooded members of the Witch Race. That was a fact.
"Ancestral Witches, Brother Gungun, I would like