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Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 455 - 310: Henceforth, Hou Tu No Longer a Shaman
Chapter 455: Chapter 310: Henceforth, Hou Tu No Longer a Shaman
Houtu transformed herself into the cycle of reincarnation, drawing forth the Netherworld Great World, becoming a Saint within the Primordial, wielding both the Book of Life and Death and the Judge’s Pen, two Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.
Since the teachings of Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun, Houtu has been the only being in the Primordial who cultivated the Immortal Dao and became a Saint of Merit without relying on the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Yes, the only one.
Demon Ancestor Luo Hou and Emperor Jun, although both possess the strength of Saints, they did not cultivate the Immortal Dao laid out by Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun.
However, Houtu Ancestor Witch, although having become a Saint through Merit, went on to cultivate the Immortal Dao as taught by Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun after the Merit helped her solidify her Primordial Spirit.
This point, all beings within the Blood Sea could sense.
After all, although the ascent in the cultivation realm of Houtu Ancestor Witch was swift, the process was very apparent.
No one had expected that the one to become a Saint without relying on the Hongmeng Purple Qi would be a being of the Witch Clan.
The five Saints who came to this place looked at the colossal Netherworld Great World and couldn’t help but inwardly lament the pity.
Such a grand opportunity was predestined by the heavens.
After all, considering how extraordinary the advancement of Houtu Ancestor Witch’s cultivation realm was, anyone could come to that conclusion.
Daoist Ming He felt extremely envious of Houtu Ancestor Witch.
To attain saintliness, he tried many attempts, imitating Emperor Jun in nurturing Innate Treasures, imitating Nuwa Saint in creating life, and establishing the Asura Sect like the other five Saints did.
He did indeed receive some Heavenly Dao Merit, but the state of becoming a Saint was still far out of reach.
Not like Houtu Ancestor Witch, who not only became a Saint but also had excess Merit left to coalesce into the Merit Golden Wheel.
After the phenomenon dissipated, the expression of Houtu Ancestor Witch softened, no longer carrying the fierceness inherent to the Witch Clan’s bloodline, replaced instead by tranquility, kindness.
Upon seeing the disappearance of the phenomenon, the other five Saints as well as Emperor Jun revealed their forms.
"Congratulations, Daoist Houtu, on becoming a Saint."
The crowd congratulated her.
At Feng Qi Mountain, Nuwa Saint stepped out the moment the phenomenon dispersed, traversing space to arrive at the Blood Sea, offering her congratulations as well.
As a being at the same level, Nuwa naturally came to congratulate Houtu Ancestor Witch upon her ascension to sainthood.
"Many thanks to all fellow Daoists."
Houtu Ancestor Witch spoke with a serene expression.
Besides those eleven Ancestor Witches, many other beings within the Blood Sea also bowed deeply and said, "We greet Saint Houtu."
Of course, East King was not present here.
With Houtu becoming a Saint, how would he dare to come? Now that the Witch Clan had a Saint, he felt that the situation of the Immortal Court would become even more perilous.
Of the three great powers in the Primordial, only the Immortal Court did not have a Saint presiding over it, how could he not be panicky?
Yuanshi Tianzun saw that the eleven Ancestor Witches showed so little respect for the Saint and couldn’t help but frown, but eventually said nothing.
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Taiching Laozi’s expression was very calm as he looked to Houtu Ancestor Witch and inquired.
"Now that Daoist Houtu no longer carries Pangu’s bloodline and, after having her soul purified by the listening and Merit, contains not a trace of Evil Qi,"
"And considering Daoist Houtu no longer cultivates the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique but instead the Immortal Dao as taught by Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun,"
"Has Daoist Houtu’s connection with the Witch Clan been completely severed, emerging anew?"
Upon hearing the words of Taiching Laozi, the faces of the other eleven Ancestor Witches changed instantly, even the hot-tempered Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong glared angrily.
"You..."
But before Zhu Rong Ancestor Witch could speak, Di Jiang Ancestor Witch stopped him.
He exchanged looks with Ancestor Witch Zhu Jiuyin, both feeling a sense of foreboding.
Emperor Jun stood side by side with Nuwa Saint, watching the scene with great interest.
After all, regardless of the outcome, it would not be related to the Demon Clan, and Emperor Jun was happy to watch the excitement.
Upon hearing these words, Houtu Ancestor Witch still had a peaceful expression, but she slightly furrowed her brows.
She looked at Taiching Laozi, asking, "What do you imply by speaking thus, Daoist Tai Ching?"
Taiching Laozi still wore a placid look and spoke to Houtu Ancestor Witch: "Daoist Houtu, now that you possess neither the bloodline nor practice the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, are you still an Ancestor Witch, still of the Witch Clan?"
In an instant, the focus of all beings within the Blood Sea landed on Houtu Ancestor Witch.
They all wanted to see how Houtu Ancestor Witch would answer this question.
Although the tone of Taiching Laozi was calm, it sounded so pressing to the onlookers.
Everyone was waiting for the answer, as the question was incredibly significant.
Should the Witch Clan have a Saint standing behind them, there would be no need for further resistance; they might as well allow the Witch Clan to unify the Primordial Continent.
However, thinking about the Witch Clan’s style of treating all beings of the Primordial as fodder for the Witch Clan, they all felt a sense of despair.
The other eleven Ancestor Witches also looked at Taiching Laozi, their expressions somber, eyes flashing with rage.
Likewise, they were waiting for Houtu’s response.
Houtu Ancestor Witch did not reply immediately but her gaze became distant.
After becoming a Saint, Houtu had seen countless uncertain futures.
In most of these potential futures, the eleven Ancestor Witches perished, and the decline of the Witch Clan was a major part.
The futures where the Witch Clan emerged victorious, uniting the Primordial Continent, were as rare as one in a billion, just that slight glimmer of hope.
The Houtu of now, does not wish to seize that one in a billion chance, but only desires to preserve the Witch Clan, to save the other eleven Ancestor Witches.
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