"Since Ancestral Witch Houtu insists, then... might you give me a few drops of Pangu Heart Blood?"
Gu Changqing's words rang out.
For a moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' first reaction was not that Gu Changqing was demanding the lion's share.
Rather... how did Gu Changqing know of the existence of Pangu's Heart?
Long ago, after Pangu split heaven and earth and his body transformed into all things, his heart vanished without a trace.
All living beings naturally assumed that it, too, had become something within heaven and earth.
But only the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew that Pangu's Heart lay in the deepest reaches of the Pangu Sacred Hall.
That was precisely why the Pangu Sacred Hall was so profoundly mysterious and utterly indestructible.
Even the Saints, and indeed Hongjun himself, could not probe the interior of the Pangu Sacred Hall.
"This... how did you know that Pangu's Heart was still within our Witch Clan, fellow Daoist?"
Houtu asked in astonishment.
But Gu Changqing merely gave an odd smile and replied:
"Hehe, with a thousandfold measure of fine wine in my belly, there is naturally nothing I do not know."
Gu Changqing naturally could not reveal that his foreknowledge came from being a transmigrator.
Fortunately, drunkenness was the perfect disguise.
He spoke with a deliberately unfathomable air.
That answer left the Twelve Ancestral Witches even deeper in the clouds and fog.
Could this so-called Wine Sword Immortal possess not only profound cultivation and astonishing combat prowess...
But even the ability to divine past and present and see through every hidden secret?
He was simply a monster!
Still, when they recalled how Gu Changqing had unleashed Hunyuan-level Divine Arts with his Great Luo cultivation...
It seemed that any heaven-defying feat became perfectly natural when Gu Changqing was the one performing it.