"Godslayer Spear?"
Upon hearing this term, Guanyin and the other women looked blank, having never heard of it before as they had not experienced the Dragon-Han Calamity.
"Fellow Daoist, could it really be that thing?" Zhen Yuanzi asked hurriedly.
Hongyun also looked at Li Daoyi with a shocked expression.
Wutian, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought.
"Wutian, is there something you want to say?" Li Daoyi asked, noticing the change in Wutian's expression.
Wu Tian nodded and said.
“That dark shadow should be the God-Slaying Spear. Fellow Daoist, do you know why I turned to the dark side back then? One of the reasons was the God-Slaying Spear. I once came into contact with the God-Slaying Spear in Yinshan, the underworld,” Wutian said slowly.
“That thing can amplify people’s desires and the darkness in their hearts, and that’s how I came to be. It’s really fate that we’ve met again here. Amitabha.” Wutian finished speaking and smiled with his hands clasped together.
Li Dao nodded. It seemed that Wu Tian's world also had the God-Slaying Spear, and that the other party had even come into contact with it.
Wu Tian's words left Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun completely bewildered. They wanted to ask, but Wu Tian clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. They instantly understood that he was implying that they should not ask any more questions, so they gave up and instead looked at Li Daoyi.
"Back then, the demon Rahu plotted against the three races of the primordial world: the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Qilin Clan. The three races fought for countless years, causing immense suffering and severely weakening their vitality. Afterward, Rahu wanted to start a massacre, making all living beings sacrifice themselves for him."
"This led to what followed. Led by Hongjun Patriarch, Yangmei Immortal, Yin Yang Patriarch, and Qiankun Patriarch, and assisted by other immortals, the group fought a fierce battle against Rahu's demonic sect at Mount Sumeru, the ancestral vein of the Western Primordial World, and together they broke his Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation."
"You two should know what happened next. Yang Mei was injured and used the Yuan Dun Chaos, Yin Yang, and Qian Kun to self-destruct and die. Luo Hou was also seriously injured and in despair, he detonated the spiritual energy of the Western world and disappeared from this world."
Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun nodded with very complicated expressions. They had not participated in that great battle at the time; they were merely Great Luo Golden Immortals and were not qualified to participate.
"However, after that, Luo Hou's Four Swords of Zhuxian were taken by Hongjun, but the God-Slaying Spear disappeared after the spiritual energy exploded, and has since become a mystery of the prehistoric world."
"Now it seems that the artifact is hidden in the Yin Mountain of the Underworld," Li Daoyi said slowly.
“I see. So it is the Underworld. No wonder no one thought of it. Back then, it was the territory of the Styx Ancestor.” Zhen Yuanzi nodded.
"Fellow Daoist, is it possible to retrieve my lost soul?" Hongyun asked anxiously.
Li Daoyi smiled and gestured for him not to rush.
"It's just an unclaimed object. It's probably just a coincidence that it absorbed your soul. After all, you had a lot of merit back then, and that merit just happened to attract a demonic weapon like the God-Slaying Spear. However, it was probably afraid of being exposed back then, otherwise you would never have been able to escape," Li Daoyi said.
Hongyun immediately wiped the cold sweat from her face, secretly relieved.
“However…” At this moment, Li Daoyi seemed to have thought of something.
Everyone stared at him in a daze, even Wutian opened his eyes.
"Is Luo Hou really dead?" Li Daoyi asked, making a startling statement.
"Hiss..." Everyone gasped.
"No way, didn't he detonate the Western world and self-destruct?" Zhen Yuanzi muttered.
“Don’t forget his origins. He is one of the innate demon gods, just like Hongjun. He survived the Pangu Axe back then, so he must have had some tricks up his sleeve. Although he didn’t get the sainthood back then, he was a true half-step Hunyuan. Even now, these saints are no match for him,” Li Daoyi said.
"Even a sage is no match for them?" Guanyin, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"The Chaos Gods are not ordinary beings. They possess powerful physical bodies and innate advantages. These saints are merely superficial; their combat strength is far inferior," Li Daoyi said with some disdain.
"Hmm, Tongtian might be able to put up a fight," Li Daoyi added, changing the subject. Li Daoyi was well aware that Tongtian was the strongest among the saints.
The Underworld is different from the primordial world. It is another space filled with a dark aura. Long ago, it was ruled by the Styx Ancestor. The Blood Sea was located in the Underworld. It seems that the souls of primordial beings automatically came to the Underworld. Some entered the Blood Sea, and some drifted in the Underworld. Over time, they gradually dissipated and merged into the Underworld.
At the end of the Great Calamity of the Lich King, Houtu, one of the twelve ancestral witches of the Wu tribe, felt the suffering of all living beings and the torment of the underworld after death. So she made a great vow, transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, established the Underworld, and by a twist of fate gained the favor of the Heavenly Dao, becoming an alternative saint outside of the Six Saints. In other words, she possessed the power of a saint in the Underworld. As a result, the Styx Ancestor had no choice but to retreat to the Styx River and avoid his sharp edge. From then on, the Underworld became Houtu's place of practice.
In the gloomy underworld, accompanied by a spatial fluctuation, a spatial gate appeared in the gray sky, and several figures walked out from it. They were Li Daoyi, Mengmeng, Wutian, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hongyun. As for Guanyin and Xiaolongnu, Dongfang Bubai did not come with them.
The group of five walked out of the portal, and then the little guy waved his cute little hand, and the portal disappeared instantly.
Seeing the gray and gloomy surroundings, everyone felt displeased.
"I sense an aura of sorrow," Wutian said.
“Sadness, resentment, despair, pain...such complex emotions,” Wutian continued.
Hongyun then looked around, seemingly recalling the route she had taken when she escaped.
"Eek, where is it? I smell it!" Mengmeng suddenly said from a direction.
"What do you smell?" Li Daoyi was speechless. This kid was like a dog.
"Hmm... naughty energy," the little guy said, tilting his head.
"Let's go take a look."
Li Daoyi still chose to believe in Mengmeng; this little guy could bring surprises at any time.
Hongyun had no choice but to give up, as he couldn't find the escape route he had taken back then, and could only give an awkward laugh.
"Follow me." Mengmeng waved her little hand and flew off into the distance, with everyone quickly following.
The entire underworld was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, the aura of death, unlike the world of the living. Even the moon in the sky was gloomy, and the surrounding area was filled with countless blue flames, like stars. Each flame was a soul, and these souls were all drifting in one direction, towards the underworld.
The powerful aura emanating from the group caused the souls to give way, creating a passage wherever they passed. Most of these souls were in a daze, with only those who were powerful in life possessing a certain degree of self-awareness. Unfortunately, once they entered the underworld, they had no choice but to leave.
After flying for a while, the outline of a high mountain gradually appeared in the distance. The entire mountain was shrouded in a black mist. The shape of this mountain was different from that of ordinary mountain ranges. It was solitary, conical, and its top pointed straight up to the sky of the underworld. The wandering souls seemed to be very afraid of this place. They changed direction far away from this place and avoided it.
The closer they got, the stronger the eerie aura they felt became. It was an aura full of killing intent, as if they were facing a battlefield of corpses and blood. The overwhelming stench of blood made them frown.
Soon, the group flew to the foot of the mountain, which was Yinshan.
Speaking of Yinshan, it is more famous in later generations for becoming the sacred site of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. However, things are different now than in later generations. Yinshan is now a forbidden place for wandering souls, and when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva arrived at Yinshan in later generations, it was already a place where countless souls had fallen into depravity.
“This is it, that feeling, yes, I remember now.” Hongyun sighed as she looked at Yinshan.
At this moment, everyone was just standing outside Yinshan Mountain, still some distance from the foot of the mountain, but even so, the oppressive feeling was very uncomfortable.
"Amitabha." Wutian looked at Yinshan, his eyes filled with endless sorrow. At this moment, he seemed to see in it the scene of corpses strewn across the fields during the Great Calamity of Longhan.
"Fellow Daoist, what should we do next? The God-Slaying Spear is a supreme innate treasure, and apart from Rahu, no one but a saint can touch it," Zhen Yuanzi said in a deep voice.
Li Daoyi stared at Yinshan Mountain, having already sensed the God-Slaying Spear hidden within its body.
Li Daoyi led Mengmeng forward. The others did not follow; they dared not approach. Even quasi-saints were no match for such a powerful artifact.
Just as the two had taken a few steps forward, Li Daoyi, holding Mengmeng's hand, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the sky behind him.
Everyone was taken aback and looked behind them.
The previously gloomy sky suddenly appeared, with a golden light shining through it, and a powerful aura emanating from the air.
"Holy light! A saint has arrived!" Zhen Yuanzi exclaimed.
"Hmm? So fast?" Li Daoyi thought to himself.
"Eeya." The little guy also looked at the sky curiously.
At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi and the others were about to approach Li Daoyi when he stopped them with a gesture.
"Don't panic," Li Daoyi reassured them.
The beam of light in the sky began to gather and slowly solidify into a human figure, or more precisely, a woman.
The newcomer wore a jeweled purple-gold crown, a two-tone gold sash with long tassels and colorful silk knots, an overlay of a dark blue brocade jacket with eight floral medallions and tassels, and light blue satin boots with pink soles. Her face was like the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival, her complexion like spring flowers at dawn, her sideburns as if cut by a knife, her eyebrows as if painted with ink, her face like peach petals, and her eyes like autumn waves. Her beauty rivaled that of Nuwa, her gentle features carrying a hint of domineering power.
"Greetings, Goddess Houtu." Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun quickly bowed to the sky, snapping out of their daze.
The person who came was none other than Houtu Niangniang, the ruler of the underworld.
Houtu stood in the air, her beautiful eyes first looking at Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun. She clearly recognized the two at a glance, even though Hongyun was Yun Zhongzi at this moment.
Her gaze then fell on Wutian, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, astonished by his cultivation level. But she quickly looked at Li Daoyi and Mengmeng in front of them, and then a glint of light appeared in her eyes. She couldn't see through them at all.
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