The Eleven Ancestral Witches looked toward Houtu, their spirits radiant and their eyes shining!
No words were needed to show how utterly confident they were in Houtu.
And that was not all!
By now, the Underworld had already erupted with excitement!
Great Emperor Fengdu, Shentu and Yulei, the Ten Halls of Yama, and the others had all arrived!
They, too, had heard the earlier conversation between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Pangu's True Spirit.
Everyone present was a deity born in the Underworld, and naturally, none would betray it.
Thus, Houtu had not driven them away.
As a result, they had all learned that the Underworld held a hope of resurrecting Pangu.
Though it was only a vague, elusive hope, it had struck like a thunderclap, setting the entire Underworld ablaze with excitement.
This alone showed how deeply all living beings revered and honored Pangu!
Yet, as she listened to Dijiang and the others and felt those burning gazes upon her...
Houtu could only give a bitter smile!
"This... can I really do it...?"
Houtu murmured to herself, inadvertently revealing her lack of confidence.
In the eyes of Dijiang and the others, Houtu was all but invincible.
Yet only Houtu herself knew that she, too, had a ceiling she could not transcend!
Powerful though the Dao of Reincarnation was, it remained only a part of the Primordial World.
How could transcending Heaven and Earth possibly be easy?!
Houtu truly had little confidence in what Dijiang and the others had said.
Just then, however, a figure inexplicably surfaced in her mind-carefree and irreverent, wandering through the mortal world as though it were a game.
It was none other than Gu Changqing!
For some reason, an indescribable thought arose in Houtu's heart.
If there was only one person in the world who