As all living beings of heaven and earth, along with the saints of all heavens, watched "Houtu" develop a complete Primordial Spirit in stunned disbelief,
only Hongjun sensed that something was wrong, a chill immediately running down his spine!
Nearly hoarse from shouting, he roared madly, "This is the Slaughter True Body! You insolent brat, how dare you? How could you possibly dare?!"
"Does he intend to follow the old path of the demon god Pangu, unleash endless slaughter, and prove the Dao through killing?!"
Hongjun trembled with rage, his eyes wide with fury and bloodshot red.
He was practically about to explode on the spot!
Perhaps others did not know what the Slaughter True Body was.
But he knew it better than anyone!
As his thoughts churned wildly,
perhaps because he was too agitated and his blood surged to his heart, Hongjun's chest suddenly heaved violently, and a taste of rust welled up in his throat.
At first, blood merely seeped from the corner of his mouth...
Then he tried to force it down and swallow it.
But in the end, with a "Pwah!" he spat out a huge mouthful of scorching Sage's Blood!
Previously, Chen Xuan had decisively detonated the Dutian God-Demon Array, setting off the Immeasurable Calamity that swept across the heavens of the Primordial World. Hongjun had rushed over to save the situation, using the supreme power of a saint to shield the heavens of the Primordial World.
His magical power had been nearly half depleted!
Yet it had still been useless.
As a result, he suffered backlash from the Immeasurable Calamity and sustained hidden injuries.
Now that he learned "Houtu" was actually attempting to condense the Slaughter True Body, all those causes and consequences tangled together. Unable to endure it any longer, he directly vomited blood!
Half of it was from his injuries.
The other half was from rage!
Fuck!
"A Primordial Spirit?! Is this the power of a Primordial Spirit? And it can wield multiple powerful treasures at once? Just how powerful must this Primordial Spirit be?"
"Little sister Houtu can actually wield the power of spirit treasures?! She has a complete Primordial Spirit and has made up for a major flaw of the Witch Clan?! This... this..."
"Hahaha! From now on, who in the Primordial World dares mock our Witch Clan for having flawed Primordial Spirits? Who dares ridicule our Witch Clan for incomplete Primordial Spirits? Who still dares say that the Witch Clan does not understand the workings of heaven? I'll give them two damn punches!"
"Father God has blessed us! This is truly Father God's blessing! Hahaha!"
"Sister Houtu, how... how did you do this? You're simply incredible!"
"..."
Looking at the ancestral witches again, once they learned that their little sister had developed a complete Primordial Spirit, they all threw back their heads and laughed wildly. Every one of them cheered in exhilaration, overjoyed for Houtu.
One had to know,
the Witch Clan was born flawed, with incomplete Primordial Spirits. They could not comprehend the profound truths of heaven and earth, much less wield the powers of spirit treasures.
Otherwise, they would not have taken the path of tempering their bodies and cultivating laws.
After all,
who would want to be bald if they had hair?!
Their incomplete Primordial Spirits!
This had always been a thorn in the heart and an eyesore to every member of the Witch Clan.
Because of this, they had long been mocked by other cultivators of the Primordial World and despised by the saints of all heavens.
This was one of the Witch Clan's greatest regrets!
Previously, in search of a way to break the deadlock and solve the Witch Clan's inability to cultivate Primordial Spirits, Houtu had specifically gone to the Chaos Purple Heaven Palace to seek the Dao and attend lectures.
But what was the result?
That old bastard Hongjun had directly declared that the Zixiao Palace had no Dao the Witch Clan sought!
He had even proclaimed—
that the Witch Clan lacked Primordial Spirits and was destined never to attain the Great Dao of Primordial Unity in this lifetime!
From then on, the Witch Clan became the laughingstock of the Primordial World!
Tell me, wasn't that old bastard despicable?
So now, Sister Houtu had truly held her head high and vented the Witch Clan's fury in spectacular fashion.
It was utterly satisfying to the Witch Clan!
"Elder brothers..."
Seeing the ancestral witches so exhilarated and emotional that even rough men like Zhurong and Gonggong were weeping with joy, Houtu could not help tearing up as well. She cried while smiling.
Possessing a Primordial Spirit and making up for one of the Witch Clan's greatest regrets was naturally cause for celebration.
But when Houtu thought of...
how the Dutian God-Demon Array had now self-destructed,
the Witch Clan no longer had anything to rely on!
Their future was bleak!
Furthermore,
after their successive bitter battles against the saints of all heavens, although the ancestral witches had survived the Dutian God-Demon Array's self-destruction thanks to Senior Chen Xuan's defensive treasure,
every one of them was now depleted at the source, their blood and vitality weakened. How could they possibly have any strength left to fight?
Once the excitement faded and these thoughts arose, Houtu could not help feeling sorrowful again. She then asked Chen Xuan for help. "Senior, the Dutian Array has been destroyed. What should we do now?"
Unexpectedly,
Chen Xuan did not care in the slightest.
He said casually, "Isn't it simple? If one self-destructed, then just set up another one. What's the big deal..."
His tone was incomparably casual.
It was as though he were describing something utterly trivial.
Ah—Senior Chen Xuan's damn sense of ease!
"Uh... this..."
After hearing that, black lines appeared across Houtu's fair jade-like forehead, and the corner of her mouth twitched endlessly. She was left speechless.
Set up the Dutian God-Demon Array again?
The logic was indeed sound.
But!
Did he think the saints of all heavens, along with that old bastard Hongjun, after finally forcing the Witch Clan into such a state, would give them even the slightest chance to catch their breath?
More importantly, setting up the Dutian God-Demon Array the first time had already consumed much of the ancestral witches' strength. Recovery required time and resources!
To Houtu, Chen Xuan's words sounded utterly weak and unconvincing!
"Sigh!"
Houtu then let out a heavy sigh, as though lamenting helplessly, yet also as though calmly accepting the cruel reality.
At the same time, she was somewhat unwilling to accept it!
Especially when she thought of how they had barely survived the catastrophe, only to fall from great heights straight into the bottomless abyss in an instant.
Houtu's heart was filled with unbearable bitterness!
Sure enough, sure enough, Senior had really overplayed his hand and completely screwed everything up!
And it was the kind of collapse that left everything shattered to pieces!
Still, he had managed to force the saints of all heavens into such a sorry state, allowing the Witch Clan to become famous throughout the heavens of the Primordial World. That did not disgrace the reputation of Pangu's True Lineage!
In truth, Houtu was already quite satisfied!
"Forget it, forget it. Senior, you have worked hard. From here on, let the Witch Clan leave everything to fate..."
As her thoughts drifted, Houtu finally let out a soft sigh.
A sense of helplessness and powerlessness quietly spread through her entire body.
"?????"
Seeing Houtu's dispirited appearance,
Chen Xuan was speechless.
Wait, who said everything had fallen apart? Who said there was no solution?
Nonsense!
He still had many Trump Cards he had yet to play!
And every single one was an unbeatable bomb!
Giving up now?
Giving up was impossible!
He would never give up in this lifetime!
"Houtu, put a hundred... no, ten thousand hearts at ease. Leave everything to me. Just keep lying down, and I'll carry the entire field!"
Chen Xuan patted his towering chest. His massive, full pecs trembled nonstop as he spoke with complete confidence.
As he spoke, his gaze was deep as he looked toward the end of the boundless chaotic starry sky, toward the precise location of the Chaos Purple Heaven Palace.
It was as though he were staring directly into Hongjun's eyes!
Then, with a solemn expression, he continued seriously, "My family, I'll hold back the saints and Hongjun. You all rest and recover for a while, strive to regain your strength as quickly as possible, then set up the Dutian God-Demon Array again and fight them to the death!"
Houtu: "⊙∀⊙!?????"
The ancestral witches: "??????"
The moment those words came out,
Houtu was not the only one dumbfounded.
Even the other ancestral witches were all stunned senseless.
Wait, how could he hold them off alone?
Not to mention that resting, healing their injuries, and replenishing their depleted blood and origin would take a long time.
Even setting that aside, without the Dutian God-Demon Array's support, which one among the saints of all heavens and Dao Ancestor Hongjun could be easily shaken?
This was simply unrealistic!
Was he kidding? Was this a game?!
"Senior... you aren't joking, are you? You mean it?"
"It's fine, it's fine. I guarantee I'll carry you. Trust me!"
"..."
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