"Fellow Daoist, are you still there?"
"You're not dead, are you?"
"Then I'm leaving, all right?"
Mu Chen was speechless again as he looked at Houtu.
He did not understand why this Ancestral Witch had suddenly stopped talking.
But on second thought.
Hongjun and Nuwa were just like this too.
In any case, they would space out or leave in the middle of a conversation.
Forget it.
The task was complete anyway.
He would not stoop to their level.
Mu Chen dusted off his backside.
"All right, think it over yourself. I'll be going!"
Houtu still showed no response.
A hundred days later.
Only then did Houtu awaken from her brief contemplation. She felt that everything had fallen into place, like water flowing into a channel, and even her cultivation had soared.
"Senior..."
Houtu raised her head, only to discover that Mu Chen had long since vanished without a trace.
At this sight.
A look of longing appeared on her face.
Just as I thought.
Senior came specifically to guide me!
He left once he saw that I had gained some understanding.
Appearing and disappearing like a ghost-his cultivation truly inspires awe!
Had Mu Chen been there, he probably would not have been able to resist slapping her, provided he disregarded the difference in their fighting strength.
A hundred days.
Even my Prime Minister Turtle could have fucking crawled to the Eastern Sea by then.
Yet at this thought, Houtu grew even firmer in her resolve to attain the Dao.
She hurried back to the Witch Race to comprehend the Dao in peace.
Mu Chen traveled the world for a hundred years.
With Xiao Shi in tow, he saw all the living beings of the Primordial World.
This, too, counted as entering the world to comprehend the Dao.
Mu Chen felt that his cultivation and understanding had improved enormously without him noticing, something secluded cultivation could not bring.
A hundred years later.
Mu Chen felt a slight breakthrough in his bottleneck, so he ended this journey.
Mu Chen began to devote himself to arduous cultivation within the sea of clouds.
His cultivation realm soared.
But he was still a late-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
He remained quite far from the legendary Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
After all, the might of a Daluo could be considered among the pinnacle fighting strengths of the Primordial World.
With Sages and Quasi-Sages staying out of the fray, they were the overlords of the Primordial World.
"Detected that the host has completed one hundred thousand years of fishing. Obtained the divine ability Shrinking the Earth into Inches."
The moment the words faded, a vast flood of memories of the method poured into Mu Chen's mind.
Mu Chen spent ten years thoroughly mastering it and could not help feeling satisfied.
He had gained another means of preserving his life.
Awesome!
His attribute panel appeared in Mu Chen's mind.
"Host: Mu Chen." "Race: Human Race." "Realm: Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal." "Divine abilities: Dharma Heaven and Earth, Heaven Beyond Heaven Incarnation, Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Arts, True God Lightning Control Method, Shrinking the Earth into Inches, Body-Protecting Fire God Art." "Cultivation methods: Low-grade breathing method, high-grade breathing method, Zhurong Fire Control Method." "Weapons: Four Swords of Immortal Slaying [replicas], Demon Suppression Pagoda." "Supreme treasures: Samadhi True Fire, one drop of the Origin of Water [can summon all waters of the Primordial World]"
After learning the Zhurong Fire Control Method, Mu Chen's understanding of fire had grown ever deeper.
Combined with his Samadhi True Fire, his divine powers had increased greatly.
Thus, he had strengthened his self-created Body-Protecting Fire God Art.
Now, with a mere thought, Mu Chen could bring heavenly fire raining down from the sky to scorch the earth. Its power was truly immense.
Mu Chen could not help smiling.
Looking at his panel, he finally tasted what it meant to grow stronger.
He was no longer the weakling he had been at the start.
This feeling of rising from the bottom was rather nice.
Just then.
An immense wave of a Sage's oppressive might came from the sky.
All living beings could not help looking up at the sky.
Even the Sages in Heaven Beyond Heaven could not conceal their astonishment.
Someone could actually attain Sagehood during the Great Witch-Demon Catastrophe?
The next moment.
The truth was revealed.
"I am Houtu of the Witch Race. Having received guidance from a certain senior, I now transform my body into the Six Paths to bring about the reincarnation of all things."
"From this day forth, I establish the Underworld and the road to the Yellow Springs."
"After death, all living beings may enter the Yellow Springs to reincarnate and be reborn, no longer wandering the mortal world."
As her words fell.
Heaven and earth rumbled and shook with terrifying force.
Countless wandering ghosts suffering in the world finally saw the light of dawn and began to wail and weep.
The Six Paths also completed a missing link in the Heavenly Dao.
With this, Houtu gained boundless merit and successfully became the Witch Race's first Sage of Merit.
Her cultivation was only a shade below that of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the others.
However.
At this moment, that was not what concerned the Sages and mighty figures of the Primordial World.
Gathered together, they exchanged bewildered looks.
Attaining Sagehood through someone's guidance?
Other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who else could it be?