In the blink of an eye, nearly a month had passed.
Chen Xuan had comprehended the exclusive secrets of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Of course, there were some useless ones, like Shebisi, whose poisons and weather knowledge gained him little.
"Since you have finished your enlightenment, it is time to leave."
At this moment, Houtu's voice rang out.
Chen Xuan felt a sudden daze upon hearing this voice.
He was immediately astonished.
Just her voice alone could affect his mind; she seemed to have grown stronger!
"Yes!"
Chen Xuan rose, and just as he was about to leave the Ancestral Witch Hall,
the statues of the Twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously moved.
Their eyes emitted a gleam, interweaving together.
In the next moment, a drop of blood appeared.
Houtu, already merged with the statue, was taken aback by this scene.
This is... the fusion of the blood essence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"How is this possible!"
