As Houtu's words fell, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the other Ancestral Witches sank into silence.
Yet amid that silence, everyone's breathing involuntarily grew heavier.
There was no need to explain the place Great God Pangu held in the hearts of the Witch Clan.
If he truly had not perished, even Dijiang and the others would surely feel a wild joy beyond words.
But as everyone waited in anticipation...
Only after a long while did a voice emerge from the unseen, carrying both helplessness and wistful emotion.
"Heh, to you, I perished long ago."
"As for now... perhaps you may consider me merely a wisp of true spirit left here all those years ago."
That answer instantly dimmed the expressions of Dijiang and the others.
So that was how it was?!
Had the Twelve Ancestral Witches been indulging in wishful thinking after all?
His body and spirit had long since perished, leaving only a wisp of true spirit.
He could not even form a complete figure, and could only communicate with Houtu and the others through these unseen transmissions of divine thought.
In an instant, the hope in everyone's hearts came to nothing once more.
Yet just then, Houtu seemed to think of something.
Her eyes remained bright as she gazed into the empty space ahead.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
"Father God, I, your junior Houtu, have now established the Underworld and become the ruler of the Six Paths of Reincarnation."
"Even if only a wisp of your true spirit remains, you can still enter reincarnation and cultivate anew in another lifetime."
"Given time, you will surely return to Heaven and Earth and restore the supreme glory of the god of creation."
Houtu's words stirred the hearts of Dijiang and the others once again!
Yes!
They had actually forgotten