When these words came out, how great was the shock it gave people?
"Rumble!"
This was no less than the repeated bombardment of billions of bolts of heavenly tribulation lightning.
After Tongtian's words, there was no longer any sound in the entire hall.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were all stunned like statues.
Time Stop!
Space stopped.
It was as if everything had come to a standstill.
Was this a great fortune?
As expected, the words of a Saint were earth-shattering!
Not to mention, this was the words of the Tongtian Saint.
However, if what Tongtian said was true, he could help Houtu become a Saint.
The question was, why was Houtu the only one among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery who became a Sage? Why wasn't it anyone else?
And what is the purpose of your trip?
Did you help our Sorcerer Tribe produce a Saint just because you wanted to bestow him with an opportunity?
Emperor Jiang didn't believe it. He really didn't believe it.
However, could they really miss such an opportunity?
As a descendant of Pangu, he had always regarded himself as an orthodox Pangu, but no Saint had ever been born. How could this be?
If there were saints in the Sorcerer Tribe, would the Demon Tribe still be able to do anything? Why would he care if he could unify the Wilderness?
As the leader of the Sorcerer Tribe, how could Emperor Jiang not be excited?
He had racked his brains just for the development of his race.
"Dare I ask, Saint Tongtian, is what you said true?”
"Can my sister Houtu really become a Saint?”
Dijun suppressed his excitement and asked impatiently.
"Yes, I wonder how you will help my sister Houtu become a Saint?”
Zhurong also asked directly, only hoping to get an answer.
If he could really help Houtu become a Saint, what was the method? What were the conditions that the Sorcerer Tribe had to promise?
These were the things he could think of.
But was it really possible?
He was still not sure about this.
Because there was something worth considering.
Under the Heavenly Dao, there were nine Saint Seats. Including Hongjun, the Saints already occupied seven.
Therefore, there were only two Saint Seats in the world.
"Those below the Saint Realm are all ants."
This sentence was enough to explain everything.
A big concept was here.
It was difficult to become a saint, and it was difficult for mortals to ascend to the sky.
Was there really a way to make Houtu a Saint?
He didn't understand!
He really didn't understand!
"May I ask why I am the one who became a Saint?”
Houtu blinked, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
She felt extremely confused. There were many people who were stronger than her, so why was she the one who became a Saint?
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery also wanted to know this question.
Instantly, twelve pairs of eyes focused on Tongtian, hoping that he could give an answer.
While waiting anxiously, Tongtian finally spoke.
"Actually, the opportunity to become a Saint this time only belongs to Fellow Daoist Houtu. It's useless for others.”
"And I can say that becoming a Saint is very easy this time. I'm 100% confident.”
"In my opinion, if you wish, Houtu will definitely become a Saint!”
Rumble!
When these words were said, it gave people a huge shock.
Was this really good?
Very simple?
He could become a Saint at any time?
If word got out, the entire Primordial World would be shocked to death.
However, they had no choice but to believe it because the person who said this to them was a Saint.
Since that was the case, he should consider some issues.
Sister Houtu had the opportunity to become a Saint, so they would definitely help her.
However, there was no such thing as a wasted lunch in this world. Tongtian had made such a huge contribution, so he must have some requirements for the Sorcerer Tribe.
Without any hesitation or thinking, Emperor Jiang stood up and bowed."
"If Saint Tongtian can help Houtu become a Saint, we will do our best to fulfill your request.”
The plan was extremely firm. After Emperor Jiang finished speaking, the other Ancestors of Sorcery also cupped their hands and bowed.
It worked.
He was excited.
Tongtian did not waste any more time and directly revealed the purpose of this trip.
"My request is very simple. Houtu, who has become a Saint, will join our Jie School. The Sorcerer Tribe will be on good terms with our Jie School and stand on the same side.”
"Of course, Houtu joined Jie School and is still a member of the Sorcerer Tribe. You don't have to worry.”
"Also, you don't have to agree to these requests too early. We'll talk about it after I help Fellow Daoist Houtu become a Saint.”
Everything seemed so calm and relaxed, giving people the feeling of heroism.
What was that?
Just this?
He originally thought that Tongtian's request was as difficult as ascending to the heavens, but who knew that it was such a small matter.
So what if the Witch Race was on the side of Jie School?
So what if Houtu entered Jie School?
To the Sorcerer Tribe, this seemed to only bring them benefits and no harm.
Sure.
It was really possible.
Before they could say anything, Tongtian looked at Houtu and said,""Alright, let's talk about the aftermath later. I'll bring Houtu to become a Saint first.”
After saying that, Tongtian left with Houtu.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the other Ancestors of Sorcery felt their hearts explode for some reason.
That was it?
Were all Saints so swift and decisive in their actions?
If that was the case, it was not bad.
.....................
In the direction of the Blood Sea.
In the void.
Two figures flashed in the air, heading in a specific direction.
At first, it was fine, but later on, it completely changed.
They had actually come to a land of death. After entering this place, a faint, dense smell of blood wafted over.
Moreover, they had been traveling at high speed, and there seemed to be no signs of life within a hundred miles.
This was a land of death, a real land of death.
"Could it be that we're going to the forbidden land in the Primordial World, the Netherworld Blood Sea?”
Houtu seemed to have thought of something and turned pale with fright.
It was said that since Pangu created the world, few people had set foot in this place.
Furthermore, those who entered were basically unable to survive, leave, or die.
Over time, this place became a forbidden area in the Wilderness.
It was a true forbidden land. Even the members of the Sorcerer Tribe did not dare to enter this forbidden land.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was too strange.
There was no life force. It was impossible for humans to survive in such a place.
Why?
Didn't he want to take her to become a Saint?
Why did he come to the Netherworld Blood Sea?
Houtu's doubts were as great as the sky.
Because she was really confused, Houtu really couldn't help it.
"Dare I ask, Saint, is my opportunity to become a Saint in the Blood Sea?”
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