Along the way, Zu'an saw many familiar places, which seemed to be largely the same as the Netherworld of later generations, except for the lack of some buildings.

There was no Meng Po by the Naihe Bridge.

Looking at the churning Naihe River below the bridge, Zu'an thought of Chu Chuyan, who was still under the Naihe Bridge. Unfortunately, this was thousands of years ago, and he could not see her here.

The defeated Wu tribe army fled to the vicinity of the Reincarnation Platform, where they had nowhere else to go.

This is where all the souls of the dead are reincarnated. Living beings will also be forcibly reincarnated if they go in. If those witches try to escape inside, the Asura clan will probably be laughing in their dreams.

However, upon seeing this Reincarnation Platform, Zu'an suddenly remembered a legend, and his expression instantly changed. Could the Ancestral Witch that Princess Nihuang had mentioned protecting the Witch Clan be...?

At this moment, the witches ran to the edge of the Reincarnation Platform and began to weep bitterly:

"Your Majesty, save me!"

"The Asura race is trying to exterminate us!"

"Your Majesty, you were too soft-hearted back then, and our Wu clan will be completely wiped out."

...

Perhaps it was because it heard the countless cries and pleas that a terrifying aura suddenly rose from the Reincarnation Platform. The aura was so strong that even Zu An's heart was filled with alarm bells.

The Asura King's expression also changed drastically, and he hurriedly stopped the pursuit. The entire Asura army couldn't help but look around, their faces filled with unease.

At this moment, Princess Nihuang's expression changed drastically: "Her aura... how is this possible? Wasn't she already reincarnated...?"

Upon hearing these few words, Zu'an had already guessed who that Ancestral Witch was.

Hou Tu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, is said in mythology to have transformed herself into a being who could allow the dead to be reincarnated because she could not bear to see too many lonely ghosts without a home.

Because of her immense merits, she is respectfully called Houtu Niangniang by the world.

Actually, I should have thought of it from the beginning. I just thought that Houtu should have been reincarnated countless years ago, and the timeline didn't quite match the battle mentioned by Asura, so I assumed it was another ancestral witch.

At this moment, a woman's phantom appeared around the Reincarnation Platform. Her face was not visible, but one could feel her boundless compassion, as well as the natural pressure of a powerful being.

Asura King's expression changed several times, but he gritted his teeth and flew over: "Houtu, whether you still want to protect them or not, I'm going to kill these guys today!"

He knew that the Asura clan had been preparing for this battle for far too long, and if they lost, they would have neither the resources nor the ability to fight again.

Rather than let the Asura race completely decline and perish many years later, it's better to fight to the death now.

As he spoke, the phantom behind him grew larger and larger, and then the phantom spread out nine arms.

The enormous illusory image of the Dharma form had a total of eighteen hands, some holding weapons and others forming mudras. It looked less ferocious like an Asura and more dignified and solemn.

For a moment, his imposing aura was no less than that of the Houtu phantom opposite him, causing all the Asura soldiers to cheer.

Zuan keenly noticed that Princess Nihuang looked sad, biting her lip tightly, her hands clenched tightly in her sleeves, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?" He went to the other person's side.

Upon seeing Zu'an, Princess Nihuang seemed to find solace, her eyes instantly reddening, her voice choked with emotion, and she spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear: "My brother used a secret technique unique to our Asura royal family. He completely burned his life essence. Regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, he... won't live much longer."

Hearing her words, Zu An thought to himself, "No wonder the Asura King was able to suddenly double his number of arms."

Looking at the figure of the Asura King ahead, he immediately showed respect. He was indeed a worthy king, willing to sacrifice himself for the future of the entire race.

He had roughly guessed the current predicament of the Asura clan from his previous conversation with the siblings, and knew that they did not have a second chance.

Unexpectedly, not long ago, the Asura King had just mocked Ox-Head and Horse-Face for burning their life essence, but now it was his turn. Fate's arrangements are truly unpredictable.

Just then, the scene changed. A rapidly spinning halo flew out from the phantom of Houtu, which, upon closer inspection, resembled a miniature version of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The halo wasn't particularly fast, but Asura King seemed unable to dodge it and could only raise his weapon to meet it.

In an instant, the weapon in his hand was cut in two.

Upon seeing this, Zuan's eyes narrowed. The weapon chosen by the Asura King as a weapon, though not as powerful as a divine weapon, was not far off. Who knew that it couldn't even last a single exchange?

What exactly is that halo?

But it wasn't over yet; the halo then severed Asura King's two hands that were gripping his weapon.

King Asura, in pain, was both shocked and enraged. His other sixteen hands brandished weapons and magical artifacts, blasting towards the halo in an attempt to knock it down.

With all sixteen hands moving in unison, his cultivation level was sufficient to create an inescapable net, preventing any object from escaping.

But it still couldn't contain that mysterious halo.

Wherever the halo passed, the weapons in Asura King's hands shattered, and his arms were severed one by one.

Asura King let out screams and desperately retreated, but the halo continued to follow him relentlessly.

In the blink of an eye, all seventeen of his hands were severed, leaving only one hand, which he stared in despair at the mysterious halo that was slashing towards him.

The entire Asura army was silent. The once majestic Asura King had been wounded so badly without any resistance. All the Asuras were plunged into despair and fear.

Not to mention them, even Zuan felt a chill run down his spine. Houtu was too strong, simply too strong.

Is this the power of the Ancestral Witches?

At this moment, Princess Nihuang hurriedly grabbed Zu'an's sleeve: "Can you save my brother!"

She was now at her wit's end. Her brother was the strongest warrior in the entire Asura clan, and he had used a royal secret technique, making him far more powerful than her. She couldn't help him at all.

After thinking it over, only the mysterious him might have a solution.

Zu An flashed and arrived directly in front of the Reincarnation Platform, bowing to the blurry phantom: "Empress Houtu, please have mercy!"

Upon hearing his voice, the halo stopped just three inches away from Asura King.

At this moment, the Asura King had already fallen to the ground, resigned to his fate and waiting to die.

Princess Nihuang was both surprised and delighted to see that he had actually made a move; he was actually willing to save her brother for her sake.

He's so good to me...

Does he like me?

I like it so much too...

At this moment, Zu'an's forehead was also covered in cold sweat. This Hou Tu was too strong, so strong that he felt extremely dangerous.

But he had to step forward, not because he had fallen for Princess Nihuang, but because he needed to find out what the current situation was in the entire Netherworld.

"Who are you? Why do I sense a special aura emanating from you?" The phantom of Houtu seemed to look down at him, and then an ethereal, emotionless voice resounded in his mind.