Daoist Ming He, upon witnessing the Netherworld Great World, instantly thought of the Heavenly Realm located in the Primordial Starry Sky.
Likewise, it was a silhouette of a world, and through this silhouette, he could even see the scenery inside this great world.
This world, unlike the Heavenly Realm, did not have the Thirty-Three Heavens, nor thirty-three worlds.
Nor was it like the Demon Realm, where chaos melded into one, and only had one great world.
From the silhouette, the five Saints, including Daoist Ming He, could vaguely see a vast world, although it was quite blurred and not clearly visible.
But beneath this vast world, there were eighteen Small Worlds, each different from the next.
Some worlds were filled with iron trees, whose branches were all sharp blades.
Some worlds had no flames but were steaming hot, as if inside a steamer.
Some worlds had mountains, all of which were composed of blades.
Some worlds were covered with raging fires that never extinguished.
Di Jun, residing above the Taiyin Star, his eyes shimmering with golden light, also saw this scene and even more clearly.
"Eighteen Layers of Hell."
At the moment the Netherworld Great World appeared in the Primordial realm, those great beings who had previously failed in their speculations suddenly felt clarity, unobstructed, and deduced the outcome.
Instantly, everyone realized this opportunity, without any hesitation, they immediately headed to the Blood Sea.
At this moment, the silhouette of the Netherworld Great World was slowly sinking into the Blood Sea.
Even though it was merely a silhouette, it still caused continuous turbulence in the Blood Sea.
The Three Pure Ones and the two Saints from the Western realm all quietly waited, waiting for the Netherworld Great World to stabilize.
At the moment the characters ’Primordial’ appeared in this great world, everyone knew the name of this great world.
Houtu Ancestor Witch, looking at the Netherworld Great World slowly sinking into the Blood Sea, couldn’t help but think.
Houtu Ancestor Witch, looking at the Netherworld Great World, gradually became entranced, her mind involuntarily responding to the call of this world.
In the depths of the darkness, a piece of information emerged in Houtu Ancestor Witch’s mind.
Houtu Ancestor Witch could feel that this information was not from the external world, but from within her own bloodline.
This information from her bloodline, Houtu Ancestor Witch naturally had no reason to reject.
The Witch Clan, not revering heaven nor earth, only worshipping Pangu Father God.
They believed themselves to be descendants of Pangu Father God, inheriting the bloodline of Pangu Father God, especially the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
They were born from the Blood Pool in Pangu Hall, the first batch of lifeforms, their bloodline even more pure, closer to that of Pangu God’s bloodline.
Under such circumstances, Houtu Ancestor Witch received the information from her bloodline.
For her, this was akin to instructions left by Pangu Father God.
The message came from the bloodline, directly surging into the soul, where one should instantly understand and comprehend.
After all, this was not a tradition, just a piece of information.
But Houtu Ancestor Witch looked slowly, and after reading this information, tears flowed from Houtu’s eyes watching the Netherworld Great World.
This information was not profound, very simple, only that now the time had come for it to manifest.
The Netherworld Great World appeared, Primordial Heaven and Earth incomplete, guided by Pangu Father God to establish the Six Paths of Reincarnation, to complete the Primordial Heaven and Earth.
And central to this, was Houtu Ancestor Witch.
Houtu Ancestor Witch, seeing the Netherworld Great World slowly sinking into the Blood Sea, knew that her time was running out.
Houtu’s body surged with Evil Qi and Laws, forcing her blood to flow faster for purification.
In an instant, Houtu Ancestor Witch’s face turned deathly pale.
At the same time, Houtu Ancestor Witch, with her soul as a tether, simultaneously called upon the eleven Ancestor Witches.
Instantly, regardless of what they were doing, the eleven Ancestor Witches felt the call of Houtu Ancestor Witch.
They closed their eyes, and the pale face of Houtu Ancestor Witch appeared in the minds of the other eleven Ancestor Witches.
"Houtu sister, what’s wrong with you?"
All eleven Ancestor Witches asked anxiously.
Even the hot-tempered Ancestor Witch, his body continuously surged with Evil Qi.
"Brother, sister, I’m fine."
Houtu Ancestor Witch said with a smile.
"I have simply received the guidance of Pangu Father God, and need to use my body to complete the Primordial World created by Pangu Father God."
"To use the body to complete the Primordial World?"
The other Ancestor Witches exclaimed in surprise.
"Doesn’t that mean..."
Ancestor Witch Zhu Jiuyin quickly said.
Houtu Ancestor Witch nodded with a smile.
For a time, the expressions of all the Ancestor Witches changed, filled with sorrow.
Using her body to complete the Primordial World meant that Houtu Ancestor Witch was moving towards demise.
Yet, the eleven Ancestor Witches never convinced Houtu Ancestor Witch to abandon this task.
Because this was the guidance of Pangu Father God, so even though they were sad, they would not persuade otherwise.
"Brother, sister, do not be sad, being able to receive the guidance of Pangu Father God is my honor."
"I can return to the embrace of Pangu Father God, you all as my brothers and sisters should be happy for me."
Houtu Ancestor Witch said with a smile.
"Moreover, this Primordial World was created by Pangu Father God, being able to use my body to complete the Primordial World is my fortune."
"Houtu sister is right, we should feel happy for her, not sad."