Xuanming, on the other hand, was busy with the affairs of the Wu clan.

With Houtu left by his side, Kuafu planned to take her on a journey through the prehistoric lands, and also to visit some blessed lands and grottoes!

The Great Way of Power.

You must show up; don't let your brother down.

As for Xihe and Changxi, before leaving, Kuafu gave them some valuable cultivation resources that they could use.

The two loyal protectors of the Longevity Sect were moved to tears. In their eyes, the sect leader still cared about them.

Um!

We must do our best to serve him!

The entire Penglai Immortal Island is too vast. Currently, the dragon, phoenix, qilin, demon race, and witch race are all under the rule of Kuafu.

However, he didn't put in too much effort.

First Dragon, First Qilin, First Phoenix, Xihe, Emperor Jiang.

The leaders of the five major powers, under their respective jurisdictions, have arranged the affairs of their races in a proper manner.

Kuafu only needed to be a hands-off manager, flirt with girls, and enjoy the scenery; that was all he needed to do.

This day.

Kuafu and Houtu appeared above the Netherworld Blood Sea. As far as the eye could see, the boundless Blood Sea reeked of foul stench.

The blood was dark red and viscous like ink.

However, under such dire circumstances, it is extremely attractive to wandering ghosts and spirits, and the soaring evil energy gathers into countless ghostly figures.

"My husband."

Houtu suddenly said, "They are so pitiful. They have nowhere to go after they die, so they can only stay here."

"There needs to be a place in the world where we can place our hopes."

The resolute look in Houtu's beautiful eyes grew stronger.

Kuafu slowly said, "Have you understood?"

Houtu's pretty face was full of sorrow as she looked at Kuafu with reluctance, and said, "I..."

"It's okay, do whatever you want, I'll take care of everything."

Kuafu smiled slightly.

Houtu's body transformed into reincarnation, which is the great trend of the primordial world, and no one can replace her.

"But," Houtu smiled sadly, "my husband, I'm sorry."

When she saw the endless wandering ghosts roaring and uttering painful cries in the sea of ​​blood, she knew in that instant which way to go.

In a sense, Houtu already knew that she was the embodiment of the earth, and she also understood the responsibility she bore!

If one were to be reborn, one would be forever imprisoned in the underworld, never to set foot in the primordial world again.

But how could she bear to leave Kuafu?

At this moment, even the tenderness in my eyes turned into endless sorrow!

Kuafu gently stroked her cheek and said tenderly, "I understand everything you sense, so you don't need to be afraid."

He took out the source of the earth's essence, and Houtu, upon seeing it, exclaimed with delight, "Husband, is this the source of the earth's essence?"

“That’s right,” Kuafu said slowly. “When you attain enlightenment, integrate it into your body, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation will no longer be able to imprison you!”

"That's wonderful!" Houtu exclaimed with a smile. "Now I can be with my husband forever."

"Silly girl, as long as I'm here, you just need to follow your heart and do what you want to do."

...

Beneath the Netherworld Blood Sea lies a crimson palace, within which sits a Taoist priest exuding malevolence; he is the Styx Taoist.

After the Great Sage Pangu created the world, his body transformed into all things in the primordial chaos, while his navel became the most filthy Netherworld Blood Sea.

The Styx Taoist took human form within it.

The sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and the River Styx will never die.

He possesses 480 billion Blood God Seeds; as long as even a single drop exists, he can be reborn within the sea of ​​blood.

now.

The Styx Taoist opened his eyes and looked up at the sea of ​​blood. He already knew that Kuafu and Houtu were above it.

He still dared not underestimate the ancestral witch Houtu.

"Wait, there's also this god of death!"

Styx was startled.

His gaze fixed on Kuafu, then he gave a bitter smile. Ever since Kuafu had invaded Mount Sumeru in the west and then humiliated the Primordial Heavenly Venerable by entering Mount Kunlun.

In the primordial world, countless powerful beings had long since transformed the name Kuafu into a code name for a god of war.

Even saints suffer losses at his hands, let alone a lone Styx.

Now.

Styx had not yet established the Asura clan, so he was always alone.

"Is Fellow Daoist Styx down below?"

At this moment, Kuafu's voice rang out. In the palace, Styx trembled. Damn it, could this god of death be here to cause trouble?

It's no wonder he was so worried. As a quasi-saint at the peak of his realm, he could naturally sense that Kuafu was at the same level as him.

Back then, Kuafu was just a Great Immortal, yet he dared to do so many astonishing things; let alone Kuafu now.

Styx, dressed in a gray robe, emerged from the foul-smelling sea of ​​blood. He smiled at Kuafu and said, "Fellow Daoists, you have come to my sea of ​​blood. Please forgive me for not having had the chance to welcome you properly."

"This is not the place to talk. Would you mind coming to my Netherworld Palace for a gathering?"

Kuafu and Houtu were truly flattered by Styx's enthusiastic attitude. Why was this guy so easy to talk to?

However, going to the Underworld Palace is out of the question. We're only standing in the air right now; if we went down there, the smell... well...

"It's okay, we can talk here."

Kuafu said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, have you been troubled by the matter of accumulating merit these past years?"

He knew very well that when Nuwa created humans, the Styx River was extremely envious.

According to Styx, anyone who establishes a race can become a saint, so he has been thinking about how to establish a race all these years.

"How did you know, fellow Daoist?"

At this moment, Styx looked puzzled.