These were all legendary entities; I never expected to be able to make direct contact with them this time.
"Empress Houtu!" Xing Tian replied with a natural sense of reverence.
Upon hearing this name, Zu An's heart skipped a beat. It was Hou Tu again. What role did she play in this whole affair?
Xing Tian cut his finger, and blood gushed out. He threw the blood into the sky and began to draw quickly.
Zaun recognized that what he seemed to be drawing were strange runes, each stroke containing a strange and mysterious power.
One by one, the blood-red runes gradually dispersed, then seemed to form a thin scroll.
"Who is calling me..." A female voice came from inside, neither sad nor happy, seemingly devoid of any human emotion.
Everyone in the room suddenly felt a sense of insignificance, as if a high and mighty god was scrutinizing them.
Xing Tian and Kua Fu, along with other members of the Wu tribe, hurriedly knelt on one knee and bowed, saying, "Junior Xing Tian (Kua Fu) pays respects to the Goddess Houtu!"
Zuan's eyes widened instantly as he tried to see Houtu's appearance in the painting, but unfortunately there was only a blurry figure in the painting. He could vaguely make out that it was a woman, but he couldn't see her face clearly at all.
He felt an intense pressure even through a mere phantom image, thinking that it seemed even more powerful than when he saw her in later generations.
"What is it?" The woman's voice remained indifferent.
Xing Tian hurriedly recounted what had happened here.
"Oh?" Houtu's illusory figure seemed to be looking at Zu'an, scrutinizing him. "The Chang clan chief appointed you as Yi?"
Xing Tian and Kua Fu were a little puzzled. They originally wanted to ask about the murderer, but Hou Tu seemed more interested in him.
Zu An nodded subconsciously. Just as he was about to ask a question, a wisp of energy flew out from the image and landed on him. He immediately felt that his bloodline seemed to have gained a violent power. He was familiar with this energy; it was the energy of the Witch Clan.
"From this day forward, he is Yi, and you can all be his witnesses." Houtu's voice resounded throughout the entire area. Xingtian and Kuafu were trembling violently because they could indeed sense that Zu'an possessed the purest Wu clan bloodline. Even if the other Wu clan members were face to face, they could not see any flaws in him.
They didn't understand why Houtu Niangniang would do this, but they dared not disobey the ancestral witch's arrangement, so they all agreed.
Zuan was completely dumbfounded. Not far away, Mikado Beharu had his head down, his hair hanging down, and his expression was completely obscured.
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