"Sister Houtu, why have you summoned us to Pan Gu Blood Hall?”
"Twelfth Sister, let's make it clear first. I'm not going to listen to old man Hongjun's Heavenly Book.”
The Ancestors of Sorcery arrived one after another and chatted loudly. They were carefree and did not realize that Houtu was no longer an Ancestor of Sorcery.
When the eleven Ancestors of Sorcery arrived, Houtu asked her brothers.
"I have gathered all my brothers here today for an important matter.
Brothers, do you see any changes in me?"
The Ancestors of Sorcery sized up Houtu.
"Twelfth Sister is getting stronger and stronger."
The Witch Tribe Master's cultivation body was strong.
"Little sister has grown taller."
Houtu didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the praise of the Ancestors of Sorcery.
She shouldn't have hoped that a group of crude Ancestral Sorcerers could see such an obvious change in her.
The Candle Dragon, the Grand Wizard of Time, observed the situation more carefully.
He was suddenly flabbergasted.
"Sister, you…you've broken through to Chaos Divine Wizard?”
As soon as he said this, the Ancestors of Sorcery were in an uproar.
"Sister has really cultivated the ninth level of the Pangu Body Creation Art and cultivated the body of a Chaos Godfiend!”
"Sister, how did you cultivate the Chaotic Godfiend Body?”
"Sister has broken through. It's really the fortune of the Sorcerer Tribe.”
The Ancestors of Sorcery surrounded Houtu, congratulating her while asking her about the method to break through.
Houtu raised her hand to stop the noise of the Ancestors of Sorcery." I summoned my brothers here to discuss this matter.
A few hundred years ago, Hou Yi brought me to the Dao Pattern Palace…"
Houtu told him about the tattoo and its effects.
The Ancestors of Sorcery kept interrupting.
"A tattoo for your sister to break through? Sister, don't joke around.”
"When Dao Ancestor Hongjun became a Sage, even the Great Dao he taught couldn't help us break through.”
"The moment we were born, the Magus Marks in our bodies determined the nature of the Power of Law.
It was impossible for Hou Yi to master eight other nomological arrows with just a tattoo.”
Seeing that the Ancestors of Sorcery didn't believe her, Houtu turned around and showed them the Buzhou Mountain tattoo on her back.
She mobilized the power of Buzhou Mountain and borrowed the will of Pangu.
In the Pan Gu Blood Hall, Houtu descended like a small Buzhou Mountain.
He stood proudly and did not respect the heavens and earth.
The Ancestors of Sorcery respected Pangu as their father. Born at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, they were very sensitive to Pangu's will.
"It really is the will of god father."
"Twelfth Sister has really mastered the power of Mount Buzhou.”
"The tattoo on my sister's back is indeed glowing.”
"I still can't believe it."
Houtu called Hou Yi over and asked him to show the Ancestral Magi the nine nomological arrows.
The Ancestors of Sorcery's view on witchcraft was seriously shaken.
They could still accept that Houtu had broken through and grasped the power of Buzhou Mountain.
Hou Yi's mastery of nine types of nomological powers was beyond their understanding.
The Sorcerer Tribe had never had a Sorcerer who had mastered a second Law, let alone nine Laws.
"When Hou Yi used the nomological arrow, the tattoo on his back lit up.”
"It really was the tattoo that allowed my sister to break through and Hou Yi to grasp other laws.”
"What a mysterious tattoo."
"This is an opportunity for our Sorcerer Tribe!"
Sister, where is the Dao Pattern Palace?"
The facts spoke louder than words.
Although the Ancestral Magi were shaken, they had no choice but to believe the facts in front of them.
They realized the importance of tattoos to the Wizard Tribe.
Houtu Tattoo, cultivating the Chaotic Godfiend Body.
They could also rely on tattoos to break through.
The children of the Sorcerer Tribe could also break through and grasp the power of other laws.
Tattoos were a great opportunity for the rise of the Sorcerer Tribe.
" Let's surround the Daomark Palace and capture its master. We'll imprison him in the Sorcerer Tribe and let him tattoo our tribe.”
The Grand Wizard of Water, Gonggong, echoed," We, the Wizard Tribe, do not cultivate the Primordial Spirit. If his tattoo can help us break through, it can definitely help immortals who cultivate the primordial spirit to break through.
We have to control him and not let him tattoo the immortals.”
Qiang Liang, Tian Wu, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery all felt that Zhurong and Gonggong were right.
"No."
Houtu objected loudly.
She was worried that the Ancestors of Sorcery would make such a suggestion.
"Brothers, the master of the Daomark Palace is mysterious.
"His tattoo allowed me to break through to the Chaotic Divine Demon Body. My cultivation level must be higher than that of a Chaotic Divine Demon.
"Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun can't help us break through, but he has a way to determine who's stronger.
His brothers must not be reckless and offend him.”
The Grand Wizard of Rain, Xuan Ming, cried out in shock.
"Younger Sister is saying that his realm is higher than Dao Ancestor Hongjun's?”
Hongjun had already become a Saint.
What was higher than the Saint Realm?
Houtu nodded heavily." Even if it's not high, it's about the same.”
"A reclusive saint!"
Xuan Ming continued to click his tongue.
" You're right, Sister Twelve," said Candle Dragon." The Master of the Daomark Palace is very likely a Saint. We can't offend him."
However, tattoos were extremely important to the Sorcerer Tribe. They had to find a way to get him to tattoo the Sorcerer Tribe.”
" That's easy," Houtu said." He's willing to tattoo our Sorcerer Tribe. He'll collect some Connate treasures as payment."”
Zhurong and Gonggong felt that Houtu and the Candle Dragon were worrying too much. They even wanted to capture Wang Xuan.
In the end, the head of the Ancestral Sorcerers, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Space, Di Jiang, made a decision.
He agreed with Houtu and Candle Dragon's plan.
"The master of the Daomark Palace is indeed mysterious. We should befriend him and not offend him.
Let's do as Sister Houtu said. We'll collect the Xiantian treasures first and then ask him to tattoo us.”
Zhurong and Gonggong didn't refute Emperor Jiang's decision.
They left the Pan Gu Blood Hall and went to search for pre-world treasures.
Connate treasures were not easy to find.
After searching for hundreds of years, Zhurong found nothing and was frustrated.
"To think that a tattoo would actually be able to collect a Xiantian treasure.
I don't believe that the master of the Dao Pattern Palace is a Saint.
I want to go to the Dao Pattern Palace and capture him so that he can tattoo the Sorcerer Tribe.”
Zhurong went to discuss with Gonggong, and the two witches hit it off.
"Let's go to the Daomark Palace to capture him.”
"Where is the Daomark Palace?"
“……”
Zhurong and Gonggong were stunned.
Houtu didn't tell them the location of the Dao-Pattern Palace.
Buzhou Mountain was huge. Finding the Dao-Pattern Palace on Buzhou Mountain was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Hou Yi knows. Let him bring us there.”
Zhurong and Gonggong discussed for a while and found Hou Yi. They lied that they had found a Connate treasure and wanted to go to the Daomark Palace to get tattoos.
Hou Yi wanted to report this to Houtu, but Zhurong and Gonggong held him back and persuaded him with a half-threatening and half-deceiving tone.
The Sorcerer Tribe had always been straightforward and did not scheme against each other.
Hou Yi didn't sense that Zhurong and Gonggong were tricking him and agreed to bring them to the Dao-pattern Palace.
The three shamans arrived at the Daomark Palace.
Hou Yi entered first and bowed respectfully when he saw Wang Xuan.
"Senior, Ancestral Magus Zhurong and Ancestral Magus Gonggong want tattoos.”
Wang Xuan was bored to death.
He had been idle for hundreds of years, looking forward to the stars and the moon for guests.
However, there were no customers.
He could not enter seclusion to comprehend the Great Dao.
As long as he comprehended it, he would be able to hear the sound of the river flowing in his dreams.
He didn't want to sleep either. He was afraid that a hundred years or even a thousand years would pass if he slept.
Seeing Hou Yi bring Zhurong and Gonggong over, Wang Xuan was so excited that he almost cried.
There was finally business.
It really wasn't easy.
He smiled and went up to her.
"Welcome, Ancestral Magus Zhurong and Ancestral Magus Gonggong. What tattoo would you like?”
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