Chapter 282

Accompanied by Luo Fu's gaze and words.

Sister Houtu no longer concealed herself, but slowly stepped out from her hiding place.

She could be seen wearing white robes, her entire figure resembling an ordinary human.

But Luo Fu would never think she was human.

The faint primordial aura of the Wu clan radiating from her was easily perceptible to Luo Fu.

Moreover, this Ancestral Wu carried within her an extraordinarily terrifying Dao fluctuation.

At this moment, Luo Fu already had some idea of who this Ancestral Wu was.

Among the original twelve Wu, identifying the male Ancestral Wus was difficult, but the female ones numbered only two.

Ancestral Wu Xuanming and Ancestral Wu Houtu.

In Luo Fu's understanding, Ancestral Wu Xuanming resembled the typical Ancestral Wu—ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

But Houtu was different; as the youngest among the Ancestral Wus, she thought more deeply. When the Primordial Daoist Hongjun taught in the Purple Cloud Palace, the other Ancestral Wus did not go to listen.

Yet Ancestral Wu Houtu had gone to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear Ancestor Hongjun teach the Dao.

Unfortunately.

Due to their innate defect in Primordial Spirit and soul, the Ancestral Wus could not cultivate Ancestor Hongjun's Dao system at all, which ultimately led Houtu to abandon it.

But regardless, this alone was enough to show Ancestral Wu Houtu was unlike the other Ancestral Wus.

Moreover, compared to the others, Ancestral Wu Houtu possessed a compassionate heart.

It was not merely compassion for the Wu clan, but for all beings of the Primordial World.

After all, in the endless battles between the Wu and the Yao, countless sentient beings had perished—many innocent.

Of course, though Houtu had compassion, she would not hesitate to kill the Yao when opposing them.

Because Houtu understood better than anyone: if she did not resist the Yao, it would be her own people who died.

She understood this clearly.

She was no so-called holy mother.

Precisely because of this, her aura differed greatly from that of other Wu.

After leaving Mount Kunlun, Luo Fu walked across the Primordial World; though he had never encountered an Ancestral Wu, he had met Wu clansmen.

Thus, Luo Fu had his own sense of the innate primordial aura of the Wu.

The primordial aura emanating from this Ancestral Wu differed somewhat from that of other Wu.

Precisely because of this, Luo Fu suspected the woman before him was Ancestral Wu Houtu.

After all, this white-robed woman radiated a faint aura of compassion.

Such an aura was exceedingly rare among the Wu.

But now, Luo Fu did not care much about the identity of the Ancestral Wu before him, because what this Ancestral Wu Houtu said upon stepping forward left Luo Fu utterly baffled.

You're the reincarnation of the Father God?

What the hell is that?

Luo Fu knew well who the Wu's Father God was: Pangu, who had opened the Primordial World.

But when had he become Pangu's reincarnation?

After all, back at Mount Kunlun, Luo Fu had directly slain Pangu's true spirit.

"I am Houtu, paying homage to the Father God," said Ancestral Wu Houtu as she stepped before Luo Fu, her beautiful eyes gleaming with reverence as she bowed.

As the twelve Ancestral Wus born from Pangu's blood, they held immense reverence for the Father God.

Now that they saw Luo Fu as the Father God's reincarnation, they naturally showed respect.

Originally, upon seeing Luo Fu wield the Dao of Strength, Houtu had suspected he might be the Father God's reincarnation; when he later demonstrated even more Dao powers, her heart had already settled on the answer—he must be the Father God's reincarnation.

Otherwise, which mortal could master so many Dao principles at the Yi Jin Xian layer? That was utterly impossible.

Only the Father God possessed such authority.

"Wait… you're Ancestral Wu Houtu," Luo Fu asked urgently, raising his right hand.

"That's right, I am Ancestral Wu Houtu," Houtu smiled brightly; seeing that smile, Luo Fu's mood involuntarily lifted slightly.

A Saint-level cultivator's every movement carried the power of the Dao.

It naturally influenced sentient beings with ease.

But for Luo Fu, since Houtu meant no harm, he made no effort to resist.

Otherwise, even a Saint-level cultivator could hardly affect Luo Fu at all.

"Ancestral Wu Houtu, the Father God you speak of must be Pangu," said Luo Fu.

For the twelve Ancestral Wus, there could be only one Father God.

"Yes, it is Father God Pangu," Houtu nodded.

"If so, you must know that Father God Pangu perished after opening heaven and earth, and I am Luo Fu of the human race—with no connection whatsoever to Father God Pangu," Luo Fu shrugged. "You've mistaken me for someone else."

At this point, Luo Fu was almost ready to ask if she'd been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Of course.

Luo Fu considered whether saying that would make Houtu attack him—and decided, better not.

After all, if her mind was faulty, it had nothing to do with him.

"Mistaken you?" Houtu's beautiful eyes spun thoughtfully. "Luo Fu, though you are now human, you were originally Father God Pangu—you've merely yet to awaken your Father God's memories."

"Uh…" Luo Fu sighed. "Ancestral Wu Houtu, why are you so certain I am Father God Pangu?"

Luo Fu wanted to know precisely what led her to this conclusion.

"Luo Fu, you master the Dao of Strength—the very Dao Father God Pangu excelled in. Moreover, you wield not only the Dao of Strength, but many other Dao principles."

"Which being in the Primordial World could possess such Dao comprehension at the Yi Jin Xian layer?"

"In fact, even those Heavenly Dao Saints probably couldn't achieve this."

"If you're not the Primordial God reincarnated, then what are you?"

"..." Facing Sister Houtu's words, Luo Fu had no reply.

Could he tell Sister Houtu that it was simply because his innate talent was too high, making his comprehension of the Dao's power seem effortless?

"Primordial God, rest assured—I will conceal your identity," said the Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu. "After all, if you are the Primordial God reincarnated, you must have some grand plan; if I were to reveal your identity, it would surely endanger you."

"Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu, let me clarify once more—I am not Pan Gu the Great God," Luo Fu hurriedly said.

"I understand, I understand," Sister Houtu nodded like a chick pecking grain.

At this moment, if the Demon Clan saw the Ancestral Witch's appearance, they would surely be utterly stunned.