Zhao Feng listened to Zhao Wu's words, nodded with satisfaction, patted Zhao Wu's shoulder, and said: "What you feel is the power of the earth."
Zhao Wu was puzzled and immediately asked, "Underground?"
Zhao Feng smiled and explained: "Heaven, earth and man are three elements that coexist."
"Heaven has its own way, and man has his own way. This netherworld is the foundation of the underworld."
"As the Son of Heaven who was appointed by the Solitary Order, you hold the divine power of the underworld, so you will naturally be blessed by the power of the underworld."
"In the future, as the Qin Dynasty unifies the wild world and humanity flourishes, the rules of the earth will also grow stronger and completely break free from the suppression of the heavenly way."
"By then, a saint will emerge from the earth."
"And the holy seat among the authentic saints...I will keep it for you."
boom!
Zhao Wu froze in place, his body beneath the imperial robe trembling slightly with extreme excitement.
saint!
He is the supreme being who is indestructible, controls the way of heaven, and makes his words come true!
It was a state he never dared to imagine!
But now, his father told him casually that a holy throne had been reserved for him!
for a long time.
Zhao Wucai finally came back to his senses from the huge shock. He suddenly bowed to Zhao Feng and said excitedly: "Your son... Your son will live up to your father's high expectations!"
Zhao Feng accepted the greeting calmly, helped him up, and said with a smile: "You are my son, you deserve this honor."
The father and son exchanged a few more words before Zhao Feng told them the purpose of his visit: "I came here this time, in addition to seeing you, I also want to see the Queen Mother Hou Tu."
Queen Mother Hou Tu!
When Zhao Wu heard this name, there was some anticipation on his face.
Although he has entered the underworld and served as the King of Fengdu for many years.
But no one has ever seen Hou Tu Niangniang, the real founder of the underworld, the ancestor witch who transformed herself into reincarnation and possessed supreme compassion.
Zhao Feng looked at his son's expression and understood his thoughts. He smiled and said, "If you want to see the Queen Mother Hou Tu, come with me."
Zhao Wu was overjoyed and immediately thanked him: "Thank you, father!"
Zhao Feng flicked his sleeves, and a gentle force enveloped Zhao Wu.
The figures of the father and son disappeared from the Fengdu Imperial Palace in an instant.
The next moment.
We have arrived at the deepest part of the underworld, which is also the core area.
Six realms of reincarnation!
here.
It is the end of billions of lives in the prehistoric world, and also a new starting point.
Endless souls turned into a vast torrent, rushing through six huge passages emitting different auras, following the laws of heaven and earth, and entering a new life.
This place is filled with the most fundamental rules of reincarnation and authentic divine power.
Ordinary gods, even the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld, would never dare to approach even a step unless summoned.
But Zhao Feng took Zhao Wu and easily passed through the invisible barrier.
Come here.
This was the first time Zhao Wu set foot here, and he was shocked by the scene before him.
He could feel that the authority of Emperor Yin in his body gained unprecedented resonance here, as if he had returned to his mother's arms.
Zhao Feng ignored his son's gaffe.
He straightened his clothes and bowed solemnly towards the center of the six reincarnations: "I am Zhao Feng of the Great Qin, and I would like to see Taoist friend Hou Tu."
Buzz!
As soon as Zhao Feng finished speaking, the entire six realms of reincarnation trembled slightly.
A gentle, compassionate, yet infinitely majestic figure slowly condensed from the halo of samsara. She was dressed in simple palace clothing, with a compassionate expression, and an authentic aura lingering around her that was so rich that it could not be dissolved, as if she was the incarnation of this world.
It is Hou Tu, and it is also Pingxin.
As soon as she appeared, Zhao Wu felt a sense of closeness and awe coming from deep in his blood, which made him bow down involuntarily.
Hou Tu raised her hand to stop Zhao Wu, and at the same time set her eyes on Zhao Feng, smiled gently, and said: "Daoyou, there is no need to be so polite."
Zhao Feng looked at Hou Tu.
Her aura was countless times stronger than the last time they met, and her holy power was flowing with a sense of harmony.
Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Congratulations to you on your great advancement in cultivation."
Hou Tu shook her head slightly, and said with a sigh: "If it weren't for you, the Taoist friend, who took charge of the underground tunnel and made the power of the underground tunnel grow stronger and stronger, how could I have achieved what I have today."
The stronger the Tao is, the stronger the saint who is in harmony with the Tao will naturally be.
Today's tunnels have long been closely linked to the destiny of humanity as the Qin Dynasty expanded. They prosper and suffer together.
Hou Tu looked at Zhao Feng and exclaimed: "Fellow Daoist, you are only one step away from the true Hun-Yuan Daluo realm."
Zhao Feng said calmly: "This step may seem close, but it is actually a long way off."
"The time has not come yet, so you can't force it."
Hou Tu nodded and said no more.
When it comes to spiritual practice, especially the final barrier of penetrating the Primordial Chaos, no matter how much outsiders say, it will be useless. In the end, you have to rely on yourself to understand it.
She looked at Zhao Feng and asked softly, "What brings you here today, fellow Daoist?"
Based on her understanding of Zhao Feng, the Crown Prince of Qin would never come to her house without any reason.
Zhao Feng didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point. "I came here to tell Daoist Hou Tu something. Daoist Nu Wa has been rescued by me."
Just a simple sentence brought a look of surprise to Hou Tu's face.
Nuwa!
Nuwa, who was once her good friend but later stood on the opposite side of the witch clan because of the affairs of the demon clan!
The Nuwa who attained enlightenment and became a saint, who was high above everyone else, yet was imprisoned for countless epochs!
She finally came out?
Hou Tu asked softly: "Where is she...now?"
Zhao Feng replied: "It is in Northern Juluzhou. I will hand over that continent to her and the two tribes of witches and liches to take care of together."
Hou Tu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then sighed: "That's good."
She looked at Zhao Feng and bowed, "Fellow Daoist, this not only saved her, but also saved my Wu clan."
"This kindness will be remembered by everyone in our Wu clan."
Although Hou Tu has transformed into a reincarnated body and cannot leave the underworld, she is not completely ignorant of the affairs of the outside world.
She knew very well that if it were not for the protection of the Great Qin, her people who remained in the prehistoric world would have been completely exterminated by the dual punishment of heaven and calamity.
Zhao Feng waved his hand and said, "You are too polite, my friend. You and I are allies."
"Speaking of which, fellow Daoist, would you like to see the current Wu Clan?"
Hou Tu's body trembled, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Is it okay?"
How could she not want to meet the witch clan?
Those are all her people, her children!
Zhao Feng smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved it, and the Tianxuan Mirror appeared out of thin air and hung in the air.
On the mirror surface, light flows.
Mysterious runes flickered, and an invisible force instantly crossed the endless space and locked the coordinates of Uttarakuru.
Uttarakuru, the former site of Pangu Temple.
A brand new military tent filled with an aura of iron, blood and murderous intent has risen from the ground.
Jiufeng was wearing black armor and facing a huge sand table, discussing military training with Bai Ze.
suddenly.
The void in front of her fluctuated, and an ancient bronze mirror appeared out of thin air.
Jiufeng and Bai Ze were both shocked, but after seeing that it was the Tianxuan Mirror, they immediately felt relieved.
Jiu Feng bowed respectfully and said, "Your Highness is looking for us. What do you want me to do?"
However.
On the mirror, the light and shadow changed, and the person who appeared was not Zhao Feng, but a relative who was familiar to her to the depths of her soul, yet a stranger to her for countless eternity.
That figure was compassionate, merciful, and gentle, yet carried the supreme majesty that suppressed the entire underworld.
The moment she saw the figure clearly, Jiufeng, the great witch who was decisive in killing and commanded hundreds of millions of witches, froze. The command arrow in her hand fell to the ground with a "click".
Her eyes instantly turned red.
At this moment, the straight spine began to tremble uncontrollably.
"thump!"
Jiufeng knelt heavily on the ground and performed the most ancient and solemn ceremony of the Wu clan to the figure in the Tianxuan mirror.
Her voice was choked with sobs, and she used all her strength to roar: "Ancestor Witch!"
"Jiufeng, kowtow to Hou Tu, the ancestor witch!"
A cry of "Ancestor Witch" expressed the longing and grievances of endless years.
In the six realms of reincarnation.
Hou Tu looked at Jiu Feng in the mirror, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, and no longer looked as young as she used to be. Her eyes became moist.
She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to reach through the mirror and touch her junior.
But in the end, he sighed and said, "Fool, get up quickly."
“Ancestor Witch!” Jiu Feng burst into tears, but still knelt for a long time and said in a trembling voice: “I am glad to see you again, Jiu Feng… Jiu Feng will die without regrets!”
Hou Tu also felt sad and asked softly, "Is my Wu clan all right now?"
Jiufeng quickly wiped away her tears and reported the Wu clan's current situation in detail.
From initially struggling to survive in the bitter cold of Uttarakuru, to later surrendering to the Qin Dynasty and gaining the luck of humanity to wash away the evil spirit, to now, the tribe has multiplied and its strength has greatly increased, they have re-established a camp in Uttarakuru and restored their former glory.
She spoke in great detail, describing clearly how Daqin protected the Wu Clan and how His Royal Highness the Crown Prince planned for the Wu Clan.
Hou Tu listened quietly.
When she heard that her clansmen would no longer have to suffer from the evil spirit, and when she heard that the bloodline of the witch clan could be continued and even more prosperous than in ancient times, a smile from the bottom of her heart finally appeared on her compassionate face.
"Okay, okay..."
Hou Tu said two good words, put away the Xuantian Mirror, and bowed deeply to Zhao Feng beside her: "Daoyou, I have no way to repay you for your great kindness."
Zhao Feng hurriedly stopped Hou Tu and said with a smile: "Daoyou, you are too polite. You and I are allies. Why should we be so formal?"
"Besides, you have granted me the authority of the earth. I will never forget this great favor."
"What's more, I carry the blood of Pangu, and protecting the Wu clan is my duty. There is no need to say more."
When Hou Tu heard the words "Pangu bloodline", a smile appeared on her face.
yes.
The person in front of me is the successor of Father God’s bloodline.
There is an unbreakable causal relationship between him and the witch clan.
Zhao Wu, who was standing aside, was listening to the conversation between Zhao Feng and Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, and a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart.
Authentic authority!
Pangu bloodline!
He only knew that his father was unfathomable, but he never expected that there was such an earth-shattering secret hidden behind him.
Zhao Feng did not continue the topic, but changed the subject and said, "I came here today not only to tell you about the matter of fellow Daoist Nuwa, but also to settle a cause and effect with you."
Hou Tu was slightly startled and asked, "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"
Zhao Feng did not keep the secret and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, do you still remember that when I first came to the underworld, I said that there might be hope in the future for you and your brothers to meet again."
boom!
Hearing this, Hou Ti lost her composure. She trembled and her face was filled with excitement: "Daoyou...you...are you serious?"
During the war between wizards and demons, Hou Tu's reincarnation made it difficult for the Twelve Ancestral Wizards to arrange the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, which led to their demise in the great battle with the demons.
All eleven ancient witches died in the battle.
This is the eternal pain in her heart!
It is a regret that she, as a saint, cannot make up for!
Since she turned into a reincarnation, she has used the power of the entire earth countless times to search for the true spirits of her brothers in the endless river of reincarnation.
But in the end, nothing was gained.
They died in the catastrophe, and their true spirits had long been wiped out by the evil spirits of heaven and earth, completely dissipating between the ancient world and the ancient times, without leaving any trace.
She thought that they would never see each other again in this life.
But now, Zhao Feng gave her hope!
Zhao Feng looked at her disoriented appearance, not at all surprised, and nodded calmly, "Of course I take it seriously. I never speak nonsense."
After receiving a positive answer, Hou Tu hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously: "Daoyou... have you... have you found a way? No matter what the method is! No matter what the price is! As long as I can get them back, I... I am willing to do anything!"
Zhao Wu was standing aside, watching this scene, not daring to breathe.
He had never imagined that Hou Tu, the legendary witch who was compassionate and suppressed the underworld, would have such a genuine side.
Zhao Feng let her hold him, his expression remained calm.
He knew how great the impact of this incident was on Hou Tu, and he slowly said, "Daoyou, don't worry."
"Although there is hope for this matter, it is also extremely difficult. It requires the joint efforts of you and me to have a chance of success."
Hou Tu took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions, loosened her hands, and bowed deeply to Zhao Feng: "Please, fellow Taoist, teach me!"
Zhao Feng didn't keep the secret and waved his hand.
Buzz!
In the void, light flows.
Eleven pure white jade bottles, surrounded by a chaotic aura, appeared out of thin air and floated quietly in the air.
On each jade bottle, there is a mysterious sealing rune that isolates the internal and external auras.
Hou Tu's attention was instantly attracted by these eleven jade bottles.
With her keen eyesight, she could naturally see that these jade bottles themselves were extraordinary innate spiritual objects.
But what really shocked her was the original aura that faintly emanated from the jade bottle, which made her feel familiar to the depths of her soul!
Hou Tu's voice trembled again, "This... this is..."
Zhao Feng raised his hand and unsealed one of the jade bottles.
boom!
An extremely domineering golden aura that seemed to be able to tear apart space and penetrate everything instantly gushed out from the mouth of the bottle!
A drop of golden blood slowly flew out of the jade bottle and hovered in the air.
That drop of blood seemed to contain a complete world of space. Every time it beat, the surrounding void would twist and fold.
Hou Tu cried out in surprise: "Brother Dijiang's spatial origin!"
...(End of this chapter)
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