Our Wu tribe is not without hope of improvement?
Hearing Houtu's words.
The twelve ancestral witches all showed expressions of astonishment.
The path of cultivation for the Witch Clan is too narrow.
It was only through the sacrifice to Pangu that they were able to break through!
But so many years have passed.
The only warriors of the Witch Clan with combat power above the Quasi-Saint level are still the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
How can the Wu tribe still have any hope of improvement?
Feeling the many gazes falling upon her, Houtu remained expressionless and looked at Xuanming Dao.
"Sister Xuanming".
Do you still remember the scene when you gave your lecture at Zixiao Palace?
Xuanming shuddered, as if he had realized something, and exclaimed in surprise.
"You mean that Liang Tian?"
Houtu nodded slightly and said.
"It is indeed the measurement of the heavens!"
He paused for a moment.
Houtu's gaze swept over Dijiang and the other ancestral witches, and she said in a deep voice.
"Back when I gave my first lecture at Zixiao Palace."
"I encountered Sister Xuanming in the chaos for three days and had a conflict with her."
"Back then, Sister Xuanming's strength had already reached the Great Luo Perfection Realm, but she was easily defeated by Liang Tian with his physical strength."
"If I'm not mistaken, this Liangtian must have an inseparable connection with us ancestral witches."
"Perhaps it's an ancestral witch who existed even before us..."
Measuring the heavens?
An even earlier ancestral witch?
Hearing Houtu's words.
Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches immediately showed surprise and delight.
If what Houtu said is true.
That Liangtian's physical cultivation had already reached the level of a Quasi-Saint or higher.
This Liang Tian might possess some cultivation techniques used by the Wu Clan...
But at that very moment...
Zhu Rong's voice suddenly rang out...
"Little sister!"
“When our clan was attacked by the demon race, this Liangtian did not appear.”
"It's likely that he has absolutely no feelings for the Wu tribe."
"And we can't contact him at all!"
Zhu Rong's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on the hearts of all the ancestral witches.
Regardless of whether this celestial measurement will help the Wu tribe.
Since the lecture at Zixiao Palace.
This mysterious "three days" never appeared again.
They couldn't get in touch with him at all, let alone ask him for help...
Emperor Jun and the other ancestral witches were greatly disappointed.
But at that very moment...
Houtu's voice rang out again...
"At the time of parting."
"Liang Tian left a mark."
As they were talking.
Houtu pulled up her sleeve, revealing the mark on her wrist.
Seeing this scene.
Hope was rekindled in the hearts of Dijiang and the other ancestral witches.
Zhu Rong frowned and questioned.
"Little sister."
Why are you only telling us now?
Upon hearing this...
Houtu sighed softly and said.
"It's not that I don't want to say it."
"Actually, I also tried to activate this mark during the crisis of the Witch Clan, but there was no reaction."
"But just now."
"When I tried to activate this mark, it was actually activated by me..."
Upon hearing this...
Zhu Rong frowned even deeper and was about to speak when Di Jiang stopped her.
Dijiang looked at Houtu and said solemnly.
"Little sister!"
"Keep trying to contact them."
"If this Liangtian is as you say, it might truly be the hope for our Wu Clan to break the deadlock."
He paused for a moment.
Dijiang then looked at Zhurong and the other ancestral witches and said.
"Don't be impatient!"
"Everything depends on my younger sister's results."
What Dijiang and the others didn't know was...
Just as they made this decision.
The calamity energy that was about to descend from the void suddenly stopped, freezing in place...
......
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.
Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes.
He could clearly sense the dynamics of the calamity energy.
The calamity energy in the void was about to fall into the void, but then it stopped.
Hongjun frowned deeply and immediately began to calculate.
Hongjun could only deduce that the Wu tribe did not choose to go to war with the demon tribe.
As for why this is the case.
Hongjun, however, could not deduce it no matter what he tried.
"Has something unexpected happened again?"
Hongjun frowned deeply, a vague sense of unease creeping into his heart.
What Hongjun didn't know was...
Just as Houtu activated the wrist mark.
Lingyun, far away on Mount Sumeru, suddenly opened his eyes.
A system notification suddenly rang in his mind...
......
【drop!】
[A crisis has been detected among the Witch Clan. The Ancestral Witch Houtu wishes to contact the host. Please choose...]
[Option 1: Send your avatar to the Wu Clan and receive a token from the God of Buzhou Mountain as a reward.]
[Option Two: Mind your own business and receive a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi as a reward.]
"A token of the God of Buzhou Mountain?"
"What the hell is this?"
Ling Yun was somewhat confused by the system's prompt.
He had read many ancient fantasy novels in his previous life, but he had never heard of such a thing.
In the original trajectory of the primordial world.
Mount Buzhou is bound to collapse.
Is this token of the Buzhou Mountain God a scam?
Just as Ling Yun's mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts.
Suddenly, the description of the [Token of the God of Buzhou Mountain] appeared in his mind...
[The Token of the God of Buzhou Mountain: A special spiritual treasure, a symbol of the authority of the God of Buzhou Mountain. Holding this token makes one the God of Buzhou Mountain and in charge of all matters concerning Buzhou Mountain.]
After seeing the introduction.
Ling Yun showed no surprise.
Just as he expected.
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