After all, Chen Xuan had once made a promise to Minghe.
Once the Six Paths of Reincarnation came into being, it would also be the day he attained the Dao and became a Saint!
Now that even Dijiang and the other ancestral witches had attained Hun Yuan, how could Old Ancestor Minghe be left out?
After all, Minghe had deep ties with the Witch Clan; they were comrades who had faced life and death together!
He had even risked his life to help Houtu focus on transforming into Reincarnation, engaging in a life-and-death battle against the saints of the Profound Gate!
Now that the Witch Clan had risen, the Six Paths of Reincarnation were complete, and the six Saints of Reincarnation had emerged, hope of attaining the Dao naturally ignited in Minghe's heart!
Fellow Daoist Houtu...
You couldn't have forgotten about him, could you?
But the cycle of reincarnation had only six vacant paths, all of which had now been occupied by the Witch Clan's own people. Where was there any place left for Minghe?
After hesitating for a moment, Old Ancestor Minghe finally gathered his courage and cupped his hands toward Chen Xuan, who stood proudly above the Sea of Blood. "Fellow Daoist Houtu... what about me?"
There was a faint, almost imperceptible hint of grievance and expectation in his voice.
He even...
Looked utterly pitiful!
Like a child asking an adult for a red envelope during the New Year!
As soon as he said this, the saints of the Profound Gate were all taken aback. Then, recovering from their shock over the six Saints of Reincarnation, they could not help bursting into laughter.
They all turned to Old Ancestor Minghe, their eyes full of amusement as they endlessly mocked and ridiculed him.
"Minghe? You want to attain the