Ye Xuan was still smiling innocently just a moment ago, but in an instant, his expression turned sinister and terrifying, as if he was about to devour someone.
"Ye Tiandi, please don't misunderstand. I really don't know where the Candle Dragon and Di Jiang are."
Houtu's expression changed and she hurriedly explained. However, the Samsara Holy Light around her was boiling. Clearly, she was afraid that Ye Xuan would attack her.
She was afraid, very afraid. She was afraid from the bottom of her heart. This was how Houtu felt about Ye Xuan.
Nüwa had died too tragically, and Ye Xuan was the cause of it all. Although she was a Heavenly Path Saint and was known to be immortal, Nüwa was a good example. How could she dare to be careless about Ye Xuan?
"I am a very reasonable person. Back then, I helped you to become a Saint, and you fulfilled three of my conditions. However, you teamed up with Yuanshi Tianzun and the others to attack me at the Skymender Festival. Let's settle this today."
Rumble!
Ye Xuan slowly stood up. Tongtian's killing intent shot out. Streaks of black lightning circled around him, causing the entire Sorcerer Tribe Temple to shake violently as if it was about to collapse at any time.
Among the Four Tribulations of the Heavenly Path, the Tongtian had passed through the earth. Ye Xuan's cultivation was superior to Houtu's, and his physical body was indestructible. Furthermore, his spells and Abhijna were even more terrifying. Furthermore, he had the Heaven-Destroying Halberd and the Nirvana Battle Armor. At this moment, he was displaying an overwhelming killing intent. This made Houtu's heart tremble. She looked at Ye Xuan seriously.
"Ye Tiandi, I really don't know where the Candle Dragon and Di Jiang are. Why do you have to be so aggressive?" Houtu suppressed her anger and explained to Ye Xuan.
"You only have two choices. You can either tell me where Di Jiang and the Candle Dragon are, or I'll destroy your Witch Tribe and kill you, the Heavenly Dao Saint."
Ye Xuan's words were cold, cruel, gloomy, and vicious, like a gust of cold wind blowing across the nine heavens. It made Houtu and the few Grand Magi shiver uncontrollably, and a great panic rose in their hearts.
He was too strong. He was terrifyingly strong.
Houtu clearly remembered that during the Skymender Festival, Ye Xuan's cultivation was only on par with hers and Nüwa's. But now, his aura had directly suppressed hers, making her feel suffocated. How did Ye Xuan cultivate to this level in such a short time?
Could it be that the Sage Realm was not the end of cultivation? Was there a higher realm?
Suddenly, a huge question popped up in Houtu's mind, but before she could continue thinking, Ye Xuan's killing intent alerted her.
"Ye Tiandi, please wait!"
Houtu shuddered and hurriedly pleaded with Ye Xuan in a soft voice. She no longer had the dignity of a Sage.
"Oh, you've thought it through?"
Ye Xuan smiled faintly and sat down again. Houtu's expression changed, and in the end, she could only look helpless.
It was not that Houtu did not want to kill Ye Xuan, but she was no match for Ye Xuan at all. Even if she activated the Twelve Heavenly Gods Killing Formation, it would be useless. Unless she gathered the Twelve Grand Magi and condensed the Real Body of Pangu, no one in the Witch Tribe could resist Ye Xuan.
After thinking for a long time, Houtu slowly said to Ye Xuan, "Ye Tiandi, it's not impossible for you to see Di Jiang and the Candle Dragon, but you have to promise me one thing."
"Ha!"
Ye Xuan smiled. His smile was ice-cold as he said, "Do you think you have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"
Ye Xuan was too domineering, so domineering that he did not even take the Heavenly Path Sages seriously. Houtu clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, but she knew that she could not do anything because she and the Witch Tribe could not afford to offend Ye Xuan now.
Houtu slowly said, "Ye Tiandi, you've misunderstood. This is actually the key to finding Di Jiang and the Candle Dragon."
Ye Xuan frowned and said, "Then tell me about it."
Houtu sighed softly and said, "Did Ye Tiandi turn Grand Magus Zhurong into Pangu's blood essence?"
"That's right!"
Ye Xuan nodded slowly. Back then, he had indeed turned Zhurong into Pangu's blood essence and used the Tribulation Transcender's Devour to devour his Grand Magus Divine Fire.
Hearing Ye Xuan admit it, Houtu calmed down and said, "Ye Tiandi should know that the twelve Grand Magi were formed from Pangu's blood essence. It can be said that we have the same origin. Only by gathering the power of our Grand Magi can we sense where Di Jiang and the Candle Dragon are."
Ye Xuan whispered, "Do you mean that if I return Zhurong to your Witch Tribe, you can find the whereabouts of Di Jiang and the Candle Dragon?"
Houtu said confidently, "That's right. Only by gathering the power of our Grand Magi can we summon the other Grand Magi back to the Witch Tribe. At that time, Ye Tiandi will definitely be able to see Di Jiang and the Candle Dragon."
"Okay."
Ye Xuan was not a person who dared to waste time. Whether what Houtu said was true or not, he knew that she would not dare to play tricks in front of him.
Buzz!
A drop of Pangu's blood essence appeared in Ye Xuan's hand. The drop of Grand Magi's blood essence instantly transformed into Zhurong's body. However, Zhurong was unconscious and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
In the past, Ye Xuan had devoured the Grand Magi's divine fire, and Ye Xuan had even turned it into Pangu's blood essence. It could be said that Zhurong had suffered a great calamity. If it were not for the fact that they needed to find Di Jiang and the Candle Dragon today, Zhurong would not have been able to appear in the world at all.
"Wake up quickly."
Houtu scolded coldly. A holy light was pointed between Zhurong's eyebrows. This also made Zhurong's eyelids move slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Ye Xuan, you bastard, I'll kill you."
Zhurong had just woken up. He was still immersed in the great calamity that he had encountered in the past. When he saw Ye Xuan in front of him, he threw a punch at Ye Xuan like a madman.
"Stop."
Houtu's expression changed slightly. She swung her sleeve and sent Zhurong flying away. This also made Zhurong look at Houtu abruptly and then he was dumbfounded.
"Houtu, Houtu, why are you here?"
"Your … your cultivation?"
When he saw the Heavenly Law's holy light surrounding Houtu, Zhurong yelled excitedly. He even clamored for Houtu to kill Ye Xuan with him.
However, what Houtu said next extinguished the fire in Zhurong's heart like a basin of cold water. Houtu also secretly told Zhurong that he had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years.
Houtu made it short and quickly told Zhurong what had happened in the past tens of thousands of years. She also warned him not to provoke Ye Xuan again. Otherwise, the Grand Magi would face a great calamity today.
"You … You achieved Dao in a different way … And … And you killed Nüwa?"
Zhurong looked at Ye Xuan in horror. He could not believe what he had heard.
In Zhurong's memory, Ye Xuan was at most a Sage-to-be. But now, he had achieved Dao in a different way. Even the Heavenly Law Sages were extremely afraid of him.
Zhurong was speechless, silent, and even sober. This was how he felt at the moment. He stood silently behind Houtu, his face full of bitterness.
If Houtu and the others took Ye Xuan's strength for granted, Zhurong could not calm down.
When he first met Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan was just on par with him. But in less than 100,000 years, Ye Xuan had surpassed him so much that he had become an existence that he could only look up to.
"Ye Tiandi, I'll summon the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery back. Please."
The gate of the Divine Temple of the Sorcerer Tribe was opening. Houtu invited Ye Xuan out of the temple. Obviously, she wanted to fulfill her promise to Ye Xuan and send him away as soon as possible.
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