Before Pangu Hall, the atmosphere was taut with hostility.
Ancestral Witch Di Jiang stood at the very front. His icy gaze, imbued with Space Law, was like invisible blades cutting through the space around Ming Xin, bringing an oppressive pressure.
The other Ancestral Witches, such as Gong Gong, Qiang Liang, and Yue Zi, also wore unfriendly expressions as they surrounded Ming Xin, their Killing Intent surging. Hou Tu stood slightly behind them, her brows faintly furrowed as she watched the scene before her.
Although Zhu Rong had been rebuked by Di Jiang, Zhu Rong True Fire still blazed fiercely around him. He glared fixedly at Ming Xin, as though he might erupt and attack again at any moment.
Facing the hostility and killing intent of nearly every Ancestral Witch in the Witch Clan, Ming Xin took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the churning blood and qi within him. Yet his face retained that baffling calm and composure.
He ignored Di Jiang's threatening gaze. Instead, his eyes passed over Di Jiang and fell upon Hou Tu once more. He then swept his gaze around the Ancestral Witches, his voice ringing out clearly and firmly:
"Ancestral Witch Di Jiang, all of you Ancestral Witches, this poor monk has risked his life to come here today not to provoke you, nor to reminisce about old times."
He paused, meeting the gazes of every Ancestral Witch—some cold, some violent, some scrutinizing—and spoke each word with earth-shattering force:
"This poor monk possesses a tremendous opportunity! This opportunity must fall upon Ancestor Witch Hou Tu!"
"And this opportunity concerns not only Ancestor Witch Hou Tu's own path, but also the future survival of your entire Witch Clan!
"It can change your Witch Clan's seemingly predetermined... Doomed Situation!"
The words "Doomed Situation" carried a strange magic,