Chen Xuan's voice boomed like thunder, like a great bell, suddenly reverberating through heaven and earth and startling all living beings.
The sages of the heavens were even more taken aback, momentarily stunned as astonishment filled their eyes.
"Ha ha ha—this woman actually... accepted the wager!? No way, no way, did I hear that right? Where did she get that confidence?"
After recovering from his surprise, Yuanshi Tianzun could no longer hold back. With a snort, he clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.
The two Western sages, Jieyin and Zhunti, could not hold back either and immediately chimed in. "She dared accept such a wager!? Houtu really is... insane!"
"Don't think that a slight advantage in the Witch-Demon Calamity means you can dream of competing with the Profound Gate in fortune. How utterly ridiculous!!"
The Grand Pure Sage, who usually appeared detached from worldly desires, shook his head and sneered repeatedly.
Heavenly Dao Sages possessed supreme majesty, their Dharma forms dignified and sacred. Under ordinary circumstances, they would never lose their composure like this—unless they truly could not contain themselves!
Even Hongjun raised his brows in surprise after hearing Chen Xuan decisively accept the wager. He inwardly thought, Idiot!
The Profound Gate had six sages overseeing it. With the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation yet to arrive, the fortunes of the Three Religions remained flourishing and unbroken. Even though the Western Religion and Human Religion had encountered a few minor setbacks along the way, they had not been greatly affected!
And what did the Witch Clan have?
What could they use to contend against the Profound Gate!?
Laughable!
And they claimed they could simply return to the embrace of Father God Pangu if they lost?
That was absolutely guaranteed!
"Houtu, do you have anything else to add?"
"If not,