Chapter 207 Reincarnation Appears
"Changqin..." Houtu said in disbelief, "I never thought that Changqin's soul was still there. I thought... we all thought that Changqin had turned into the earth and mountains and could never be found again."
"So, so the souls of the witch clan, who are of mixed human and witch blood, can be preserved." Houtu was excited. "Fellow Daoist Styx, would you mind giving me Changqin's soul? The witch clan will definitely repay you handsomely."
"Here you go, what use would I have for you?" 'Nether River' casually tossed the soul he had found toward Houtu.
After Houtu received Changqin's soul, she was clearly no longer as wary of the 'Nether River'.
"Fellow Daoist Houtu, I'm not trying to criticize you, but why is your Wu Clan fighting over this? Forget it, while the situation is still good, it's not too late to admit defeat. If it's any later, I'm afraid your Wu Clan will be wiped out," 'Minghe' seemed very agitated. "You chose to die, but I, Xuehai, am innocent. Having lost the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, I'm afraid I can only be buried with your Wu Clan."
Houtu's face turned pale and then red, feeling very guilty, but the content of Styx's words terrified her.
"Fellow Daoist Styx, you seem to be implying something. Do you know something? If Fellow Daoist Styx is willing to tell us, the Wu Clan will surely reward you handsomely." Houtu's eyes were filled with hope.
Styx raised an eyebrow; he had finally taken the bait, and all his efforts had been worthwhile.
“Fellow Daoist Houtu,” ‘Minghe’ said with a look of pity, “you probably don’t know that the Dao Ancestor recently summoned Emperor Jun to Zixiao Palace.”
Houtu's face turned deathly pale instantly. "Did the Dao Ancestor really summon Dijun to Zixiao Palace? Fellow Daoist Styx, did you see it with your own eyes?"
Di Jun has returned and issued a challenge, which means that Di Jun is confident of victory.
"Of course, I saw Di Jun go to Zixiao Palace with my own eyes." 'Minghe' was always lurking by Di Jun's side, just waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
Unfortunately, Di Jun was never seen alone. Even when he went to Zixiao Palace, he was accompanied by no less than ten quasi-saints outside the palace. Otherwise, going to Zixiao Palace would have been a good opportunity.
"Moreover, I also know that the Dao Ancestor bestowed upon him the innate supreme treasure, the God-Slaying Spear, so that Di Jun could break the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation," 'Minghe' said with a face full of sympathy. "The God-Slaying Spear can even kill a saint. Fellow Daoist Houtu, your Wu Clan has been abandoned by the Dao Ancestor."
“Abandoned…” Houtu said in a daze, “Why is Heaven so unjust?”
"Fellow Daoist Houtu, don't blame Heaven. The demon race has a sage, and your witch race already had little chance of winning. Now, your only reliance is also in jeopardy. You should surrender." 'Nether River' seemed to be thinking of the witch race, but in reality, he was guiding Houtu in the direction he wanted.
However, Styx did not realize that he was becoming more and more like Rahu.
"Surrender...that's impossible." Houtu's face was as pale as paper, and she was completely powerless.
“Unless…” 'Styx' hesitated, seemingly extremely reluctant to speak.
"What?" Houtu looked up in a daze.
"Unless the Witch Clan also produces a saint, but that's easier said than done." 'Nether River' was like a crocodile crying over a mouse, feigning compassion.
"Only with a sage can the strength of the Witch Clan be balanced," Houtu murmured to herself.
"I don't know how long this sea of blood can last, or when a great being will be willing to sacrifice themselves to build a bridge for the dead to be reborn. That would be a merit no less than that of the goddess Nuwa..." 'Styx' sighed as it departed. "I wonder when reincarnation will appear, the cycle of life and death turning on its own..."
Houtu stood dejectedly by the sea of blood, her mind filled with the sighs of the Styx River. Yes, Nuwa created humans and made them saints. If she were to guide the dead and help them be reborn, it would be a great merit that would save countless lives.
The word "reincarnation" was like a wake-up call for Houtu. Looking at the helpless souls drifting on the sea of blood, she felt even more unbearable. This was all the sins they had committed!
Overwhelming guilt instantly engulfed Houtu...
"The Heavenly Way is above, and the Way is like a road, connecting all. Hence it is called the Way. Now, the Ancestral Witch Houtu, pitying the helpless souls on the primordial land, is willing to use her Ancestral Witch body to transform the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Netherworld Blood Sea, to mend the deficiencies of the Heavenly Way. Reincarnation—appears!!"
Boundless merit descended from the heavens, and the karma on Houtu's body gradually disappeared. Under the influence of the boundless merit, Houtu, who originally had no primordial spirit, condensed a primordial spirit and called herself the Goddess of Peace, forever guarding the netherworld.
The entire prehistoric world was shaken. At this critical moment, Houtu herself became half a saint. What about the Wu tribe?
Dijiang and Xuanming chased after the Netherworld Blood Sea and met Pingxin Niangniang. Fearing that the other Ancestral Witches would ruin things, Dijiang and Xuanming did not dare to bring them along. Instead, they told them to stay behind to prevent Dijun from attacking.
"Houtu... what happened to you? Who harmed you?" Dijiang was furious. "Was it Dijun? I knew it. That treacherous and cunning fellow always uses these underhanded tricks."
Houtu's eyes flickered slightly, then turned distant and unfamiliar. "I am not Houtu. I am forever trapped in the Netherworld and cannot leave it. These are six drops of essence blood left by the Ancestral Witch Houtu. I entrust them to you and hope you will use them well."
Houtu knew that her actions would cause the Wu tribe to lose an ancestral witch, and the incompleteness of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was inevitable. However, these six drops of essence blood could continue the hope and create another ancestral witch.
“Brother, let’s go,” Xuanming tugged at Dijiang, looking at the so-called Pingxin who was looking at them with unfamiliar and distant eyes, “She is no longer Houtu.”
“Go…” Di Jiang’s eyes were filled with tears. He had to go back immediately and rebuild the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation of the Ancestral Witches before Di Jun’s demon army arrived, so that it would not be incomplete.
There was no time left. Fortunately, several powerful shamans were also very familiar with the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, especially Jiufeng, who had been carefully instructed by Houtu...
'Styx' quietly returned to the Ruins, waiting for Houtu to break the Zhou Tian Star Array and for his Primordial Purple Qi to return.
"You're back. You seem to be having a lot of fun." Luo Hou smiled faintly, looking Yang Mei up and down. It was time to take Yang Mei's body away.
"It's alright." Yang Mei remained silent, then 'whoosh' shrunk back into his original form.
Luo Hou said calmly, "But why are you doing all this? The Demon Emperor is not the person I'm talking about! Tsk tsk, Hongjun will definitely not let you go this time. You're going to die."
Yang Mei's face stiffened. "Wh...what?"
After all he had done, Rahu came along saying he had mistaken him for someone else. How could he accept that?
"Why didn't you come and ask me anything? Sigh..." Luo Hou shirked responsibility, since it wasn't his business anyway. He had only asked Yang Mei to send a few wisps of demonic energy; it was all Yang Mei's own doing.
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