Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Houtu sat cross-legged among the ancestral witches.

She looked at the other ancestral witches and said softly.

"I know everything. The demon race slaughtered the human race in order to forge a magical artifact that could counter the witch race."

Dijiang looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Little sister!"

"You are now a saint, but not a saint of the Heavenly Dao. You should no longer interfere in the affairs of the witches and demons. Even Nuwa and Taiqing are unwilling to interfere in the Great Tribulation. You...!"

"I know," Houtu interrupted him, "Although I have become a saint, I can only exert the power of a saint in the underworld."

"In this primordial world, he is merely a quasi-saint, not even comparable to the former ancestral witch's body."

She paused, then looked at Dijiang.

"Brother, I've come here because...!"

"Little sister!" Dijiang interrupted Houtu.

He looked at Houtu, his eyes filled with a resolute determination.

"Select a portion of the witch clan and bring them to the underworld to serve you."

Houtu was startled!

The other ancestral witches were also stunned.

"Big brother, you...!"

"Listen to me," Dijiang raised his voice a few decibels, stopping the other ancestral witches from their discussion.

"We are now aware of the situation of both the Witch and Demon races. The current Budu Heavenly God and Demon Formation cannot break through the defenses of the Zhou Tian Star Formation."

"Even if we break the Zhou Tian Star Array, the demon race still has four quasi-saints: Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Xihe, and Changxi."

"How much fighting strength did we have left at that time?"

"Now the demon race is forging a magical artifact that can restrain our ancestral witch bodies, which further reduces our chances of winning."

His gaze fell on Houtu.

"But you are different. You have evolved into the underworld and transcended the eons. In the underworld, you are a saint, and the demon race dares not invade."

"You will select a portion of your clan to take to the underworld, to preserve the last spark of the witch clan."

"Brother!" Zhu Rong cried out anxiously, "You're sending our men to desert!"

"This is to prevent the Wu Clan from being wiped out!" Di Jiang's voice suddenly turned stern. "Zhu Rong, tell me, if we fight to the death with the demons, and we all perish, what will the Wu Clan have left?"

Zhu Rong opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

Dijiang withdrew his gaze and looked at Houtu again.

"Little sister, please!"

Houtu remained silent for a long time.

Looking at her former brothers, at the resolve and sorrow in their eyes, she felt a strange pang of sadness.

Finally, Houtu nodded.

"good!"

Just then, Hou Yi's expression suddenly changed.

He sensed a faint, almost imperceptible call.

However, due to the layout of the Pangu Temple, this call became extremely weak.

"Brothers!" Hou Yi said, "Someone is calling me from outside Mount Buzhou."

Dijiang frowned.

The Pangu Temple is the birthplace of the Wu tribe, formed from the heart of Pangu, and is isolated from the Heavenly Dao!

A call suddenly came into the hall.

"Let's go take a look!" Dijiang said.

Hou Yi nodded, turned around and left the Pangu Palace.

A moment later, he returned.

Beside him, a figure followed.

"Huanglong!"

The group of ancestral witches were quite surprised.

After all, they had only been separated for a short time.

"Young friend Huanglong!"

"..."

The Ancestral Witches were surprised by Huanglong's arrival, but also delighted.

After all, it was Huanglong's reminder that made them aware that the demon race was refining a magical artifact to counter the physical body of the Ancestral Witch.

Although they ultimately failed to stop the demon race from slaughtering humans and collecting their blood and souls.

But they also learned of the demon race's purpose.

"Huanglong greets all the Ancestral Witches and the Sage Houtu!"

Houtu looked at Huanglong, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Huanglong would come to the Wu tribe at this moment.

"Young friend Huanglong!" she said calmly, "You shouldn't have come!"

Huanglong raised his head and looked at Houtu, "But I still came."

His gaze then swept over the group of ancestral witches. "Are you all worried about the demon race?"

"good!"

"Now that you've arrived, young friend," Houtu asked, "do you have a way to break this?"

Huang Long shook his head.

"The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array of the Demon Clan gathers the essence of 365 ancient stars, and cannot be broken without the power of a sage."

"That magical artifact was crafted by the demon race using human blood and souls, specifically designed to counter the physical bodies of the witch race. I am also unable to control it."

The ancestral witch's newly awakened hope was shattered by Huanglong's words.

"Then what are you doing here?" Gonggong asked irritably, "To watch us make fools of ourselves."

"Gonggong!" Dijiang stopped him, then looked at Huanglong, "Young friend, there must be a reason for your arrival. Please speak frankly."

Huang Long smiled slightly.

"Although I don't have a way to counter the demon race's grand formation and that magic weapon, I do have a way to further enhance the power of the Dutian Divine Fiend Grand Formation."

Upon hearing this, the entire Pangu Palace fell into a deathly silence.

The twelve ancestral witches and Houtu all focused their attention on the Yellow Dragon.

There was shock, doubt, disbelief, and a faint, almost imperceptible expectation in those eyes.

Is this really true?

Houtu spoke first, her voice trembling slightly.

Huang Long looked at her and nodded.

"As long as the power of the Dutian Divine Fiend Array increases and breaks through the Zhou Tian Star Array, what use is the Demon Race's Slaughtering Sword if they can't enter the body of the Ancestral Witch in the face of the Dutian Divine Fiend Array?"

"absurd!"

Qiangliang suddenly stood up, his body crackling with lightning.

"The Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons was created by our twelve ancestral witches through countless years of studying the inheritance of our father god."

"You are a dragon, not a descendant of the Father God, how can you possibly enhance its power?"

Before he finished speaking, Gonggong also stepped forward.

"Indeed! If you've come here to mock us, even if you're a direct disciple of a sage, you won't be able to leave this Pangu Palace."

Two oppressive auras enveloped Huanglong.

Huanglong remained completely still.

He didn't even frown.

He simply looked calmly at Qiangliang and Gonggong, at their furious expressions, and at the glimmer of expectation in their eyes.

After a long silence, Huang Long finally spoke, "The Heavenly Divine Fiend Formation possesses boundless power, comparable to that of a sage, but...!"

He paused.

"Lacking the ability to adapt and transform!"

"Lacking spirituality!"

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches, including Houtu, fell silent.

Because Huang Long is right.

They themselves knew best the shortcomings of the Heavenly Divine Array.

This grand formation is centered around the twelve Ancestral Witches, and uses boundless blood energy to condense the phantom of Pangu.

Although it possesses world-destroying power, enough to rival a saint.

According to the phantom of Pangu, although he possessed the abilities of a sage, he lacked the will of a sage!

He was nothing more than a powerful puppet.

They are not unaware of this shortcoming.

But they had no way to solve it.

This is the culmination of their understanding of the Pangu lineage and countless years of evolution.

In their view, this was the limit of the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation.

But now, Huanglong tells them that this limit can be broken.

It can imbue the Pangu phantom formed by the Dutian Divine Fiend Array with spirituality, as if Pangu has reappeared.

This was something they simply couldn't believe.

Only Houtu quietly watched Huanglong, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes.

"Young friend Huanglong!" she said slowly, "Since you have pointed out the shortcomings of the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation, you must have a solution."

"Speak freely, the Witch Clan will not mistreat you, young friend."