The Twelve Ancestral Witches stared in astonishment.
What all living beings had believed to be the Witch Clan's greatest flaw was actually nothing more than the result of baleful qi entering their bodies?!
They truly did not know whether to laugh or cry!
After all, for endless ages, the Witch Clan had tempered their physical bodies with baleful qi.
The higher their cultivation rose, the more baleful qi they absorbed into their bodies.
As a result, the power of their souls became even harder to detect.
It had to be said that there was indeed an element of chance in all this.
A moment later, Dijiang was the first to recover.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Changqing truly knows everything and can do anything."
"Hmph, back then, even that Old Man Hongjun swore that our Witch Clan had no path forward."
"One day, I will make him witness the power of our Divine Sense."
"The words of that so-called Dao Ancestor were nothing but a joke."
Dijiang was filled with both admiration for Gu Changqing and anger and contempt toward Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
When the sermons at Zixiao Palace first began, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had also attended, sincerely asking Hongjun where the Witch Clan's path forward lay.
Yet Hongjun had said that the Witch Clan's inability to develop a Primordial Spirit was a flaw ordained by Heavenly Fate, leaving them no way forward.
Until now, they had all taken those words as truth.
Only today had they finally awakened to the realization that Hongjun's words had been nothing but an enormous deception.
At this, Gu Changqing gave a soft, tipsy chuckle without saying anything more.
Had Hongjun truly failed to see through the Witch Clan's secret?!
Probably not!
In Hongjun's eyes, the Witch Clan were merely sacrifices in the Witch-Demon Tribulation.