Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

Zhao Feng listened to Zhao Wu's words and nodded with satisfaction. He patted Zhao Wu on the shoulder and said, "What you felt was the power of the authentic earth."

Zhao Wu was puzzled and immediately asked, "An underground tunnel?"

Zhao Feng smiled and explained, "Heaven, Earth, and Man—the three realms stand side by side."

"Heaven has its way, and man has his way. This Netherworld is the foundation of the way of the earth."

"As the Yin Emperor appointed by me, you wield divine power over the underworld and naturally receive the blessing of the earth's power."

"In the future, as the Great Qin Dynasty unifies the prehistoric world and humanity flourishes, the rules of the Earthly Dao will also grow stronger and break free from the suppression of the Heavenly Dao."

"At that time, a sage will emerge from the underground passage."

"And one of the saintly positions among the Earthly Saints... I've reserved it for you."

boom!
Zhao Wu froze on the spot, his body trembling slightly beneath his imperial robes from extreme excitement.

saint!

That is an indestructible, supreme being who wields the Heavenly Dao and whose words become law!

It was a level he never dared to even dream of!

But now, his father casually told him that a holy position had already been reserved for him!
for a long time.

Zhao Wucai snapped out of his shock and bowed deeply to Zhao Feng, his voice trembling with emotion, "Your subject... Your subject will certainly live up to Father's high expectations!"

Zhao Feng accepted the bow without hesitation, helped him up, and said with a smile, "You are my son, and you deserve this honor."

After exchanging a few more words with his father, Zhao Feng revealed the purpose of his visit: "Besides seeing you, I also want to meet the Goddess Houtu."

Queen Mother Hou Tu!

Upon hearing this name, Zhao Wu's face also showed a hint of anticipation.

Although he has been in charge of the underworld and has served as the Emperor of Fengdu for many years.

But I have never seen Houtu Niangniang, the true founder of the underworld, the ancestral witch who transformed herself into reincarnation and possessed boundless compassion.

Looking at his son's expression, Zhao Feng immediately understood his thoughts and said with a smile, "If you want to see the Goddess Houtu, then come with me."

Zhao Wu was overjoyed and immediately thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Father!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Feng enveloped Zhao Wu with a gentle force.

The figures of the father and son vanished from the Fengdu Imperial Palace in an instant.

next moment.

We have arrived at the deepest part of the underworld, which is also the core area.

Reincarnation!

here.

It is the end for billions of living beings in the primordial world, and also a new beginning.

Endless souls transformed into a vast torrent, surging through six enormous channels, each emanating a different aura, following the laws of nature and giving birth to new life.

This place is filled with the most primordial rules of reincarnation and authentic divine power.

Ordinary deities, even the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld, would never dare to approach without being summoned.

But Zhao Feng, with Zhao Wu by his side, easily passed through that invisible barrier.

They descended upon this place.

When Zhao Wu first set foot in this place, he was completely shocked by the scene before him.

He could feel that the power of the Yin Emperor within him resonated here like never before, as if he had returned to his mother's embrace.

Zhao Feng ignored his son's outburst.

He straightened his clothes, faced the center of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and solemnly bowed: "Zhao Feng of the Great Qin requests an audience with Fellow Daoist Houtu."

hum!
As soon as Zhao Feng finished speaking, the entire Six Paths of Reincarnation trembled slightly.

A gentle, compassionate figure, yet imbued with boundless majesty, slowly coalesced from the halo of reincarnation. Dressed in simple palace attire, with a sorrowful expression, she was surrounded by an intense and authentic divine aura, as if she were the embodiment of this world itself.

It is Houtu, and it is also Pingxin.

The moment she appeared, Zhao Wu felt a sense of closeness and awe that came from the depths of his blood, causing him to involuntarily bow down.

Houtu raised her hand to stop Zhao Wu, and at the same time turned her gaze to Zhao Feng, smiled gently, and said, "Fellow Daoist, there is no need for such formalities."

Zhao Feng looked at Houtu.

Her aura was many times stronger than when they last met, and her holy power flowed with a sense of harmony.

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Congratulations on your great advancement in cultivation, fellow Daoist."

Houtu gently shook her head, her voice filled with emotion, "If it weren't for you, fellow Daoist, taking charge of the Earthly Dao and making its power grow stronger day by day, how could I have achieved what I have today?"

The stronger the Dao, the stronger the sage who is in harmony with it.

Today, the tunnels have long been closely linked to the fate of humanity as the Qin Dynasty expands; their prosperity and decline are intertwined.

Houtu looked at Zhao Feng and exclaimed, "As for you, fellow Daoist, you are only one step away from the true Hunyuan Daluo realm."

Zhao Feng said frankly, "This step may seem close at hand, but it is actually a world away."

"The time is not right, and we cannot force it."

Houtu nodded and said no more.

In matters of spiritual cultivation, especially the final hurdle of breaking through the primordial chaos, no amount of advice from outsiders will help; ultimately, one must rely on oneself to comprehend it.

She looked at Zhao Feng and asked softly, "What brings you here today, fellow Daoist?"

Based on her understanding of Zhao Feng, this Crown Prince of Qin would never visit without a reason.

Zhao Feng didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point, "I've come to tell Fellow Daoist Houtu something. Fellow Daoist Nuwa has been rescued by me."

A simple sentence, yet it brought a look of surprise to Houtu's face.

Nuwa!

Nuwa, who was once her friend, but later stood on the opposite side of the witch clan because of the demon clan!

Nuwa, who attained sainthood and was high above, was imprisoned for countless eons!
She finally came out?

Houtu asked softly, "Where...is she now?"

Zhao Feng replied, "It is in Beiju Luzhou. I will entrust that continent to her and the Wu and Yao clans for joint management."

Upon hearing this, Houtu remained silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh: "That's fine too."

She looked at Zhao Feng and bowed respectfully, "Fellow Daoist's actions not only saved her, but also saved my Wu Clan."

"This kindness will be forever remembered by the entire Wu tribe."

Although Houtu is reincarnated and cannot leave the underworld, she is not completely ignorant of the outside world.

She knew very well that if it weren't for the protection of the Great Qin Dynasty, her people who remained in the prehistoric world would probably have been completely wiped out by the dual reckoning of Heaven and Calamity.

Zhao Feng waved his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. We are allies."

"Speaking of which, fellow Daoist, would you like to meet the current state of the Witch Clan?"

Houtu's body trembled, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Is it alright?"

How could she not want to see the witch clan?

Those were all her people, her children!

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved it, and the Heavenly Profound Mirror appeared out of thin air, hovering in mid-air.

On the mirror surface, light shimmered and flowed.

Mysterious runes flickered, and an invisible force instantly traversed endless space, locking onto the coordinates of Beiju Luzhou.

In Beiju Luzhou, on the former site of the Pangu Palace, a brand-new command tent, filled with an aura of iron-bloodedness and grim determination, has already risen from the ground.

Nine Phoenix, clad in black armor, stood facing a huge sand table, discussing military training with Bai Ze.

suddenly.

A ripple appeared in the air in front of her, and an ancient bronze mirror materialized out of thin air.

Both Jiufeng and Bai Ze were startled, but after recognizing it as the Tianxuan Mirror, they immediately relaxed.

Jiufeng bowed respectfully and said, "Your Highness, what brings you here?"

however.

On the mirror, light and shadow shifted, and what appeared was not Zhao Feng, but a relative who was familiar to her to the depths of her soul, yet had been a stranger for countless eons.

That figure was compassionate, merciful, and gentle, yet it also carried the supreme majesty that suppressed the entire underworld.

The moment Jiufeng saw the figure clearly, this decisive and ruthless great witch who commanded millions of witches froze, and the command arrow in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Her eyes instantly turned red.

At this moment, the straight spine began to tremble uncontrollably.

"thump!"

Jiufeng knelt heavily on both knees and performed the oldest and most solemn salute of the Wu clan to the figure in the Heavenly Mystic Mirror.

Her voice choked with sobs, and with all her might, she roared, "Ancestral Witch above!"

"Nine Phoenixes pay homage to the Ancestral Witch Houtu!"

The cry of "Ancestral Witch" expressed endless longing and grievances.

In the six realms of reincarnation.

Houtu looked at Jiufeng kneeling and weeping in the mirror, a Jiufeng who was no longer the innocent girl she once was, and her eyes also welled up with tears.

She reached out her hand, as if trying to reach through the mirror to touch her younger self.

But in the end, it turned into a sigh, and he said, "Foolish child, get up quickly."

"Ancestral Witch!" Tears streamed down Jiu Feng's face, yet she remained kneeling, her voice trembling as she said, "To see you again, Jiu Feng... Jiu Feng has no regrets even in death!"

Houtu felt a pang of sorrow in her heart and asked softly, "Is my Wu clan still well now?"

Jiufeng quickly wiped away her tears and reported the current situation of the Wu Clan in detail.

From struggling to survive in the harsh land of Beiju Luzhou, to later submitting to the Great Qin and receiving the blessings of humanity to cleanse themselves of evil, to now, with their clan multiplying and their strength greatly increased, they have re-established their camp in Beiju Luzhou and restored their former glory.

She spoke in great detail, explaining clearly how the Great Qin protected the Wu tribe and how His Highness the Crown Prince planned for the Wu tribe.

Houtu listened quietly.

When she heard that her people would no longer suffer from the evil aura, and that the bloodline of the witch clan could continue, even more prosperous than in ancient times, a genuine smile finally appeared on her compassionate face.

"Okay, okay..."

Houtu said "good" twice, put away the Xuan Tian Mirror, and bowed deeply to Zhao Feng beside her: "Fellow Daoist, I have no way to repay your great kindness."

Zhao Feng quickly stopped Houtu and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. We are allies, why be so formal?"

"Moreover, I will never forget the great kindness of you granting me the authority over the underground."

"Moreover, I possess the bloodline of Pangu, and protecting the Wu Clan is simply my duty, so there's no need to say more."

When Houtu heard the words "Pangu bloodline", a smile appeared on her face.

Yes.

The person before me is a continuation of the Father God's bloodline.

There was an unbreakable karmic connection between him and the Witch Clan.

Zhao Wu, who was standing to the side, listened to the conversation between Zhao Feng and Houtu, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

The authority of the tunnel!

Pangu bloodline!
He only knew that his father was unfathomable, but he never imagined that such a shocking secret was hidden behind him.

Zhao Feng did not continue the topic, but changed the subject, saying, "I came here today not only to tell you about Fellow Daoist Nuwa, but also to settle a matter of cause and effect with you."

Houtu was slightly taken aback and asked, "What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist?"

Zhao Feng didn't keep him in suspense and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, do you still remember when I first came to the Underworld, I said that there might be hope in the future for you to meet your brothers again?"

boom!
Upon hearing this, Hou Ti could no longer remain calm. Her body trembled, and her face was filled with excitement: "Fellow Daoist...you...you are serious?"

During the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, Houtu transformed into the Cycle of Reincarnation, making it difficult for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. As a result, she perished in the great battle with the Demon Clan.

All eleven Ancestral Witches perished in battle.

This is an eternal pain in her heart!

It is a regret that she, as a saint, could not make up for!
Since she was reborn, she has used the power of the entire underground passage 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 under the great calamity, their true spirits long ago obliterated by the evil energy of heaven and earth, completely dissipating into the primordial world without leaving a trace.

She thought that she would never see him again in this lifetime.

But now, Zhao Feng has given her hope!

Zhao Feng looked at her flustered appearance without the slightest surprise and calmly nodded, "Of course it's true. I never speak recklessly."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Houtu hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Fellow Daoist...you...you've found a way? Whatever the way! Whatever the price! As long as they can come back, I...I'm willing to do anything!"

Zhao Wu watched this scene from the side, not daring to breathe.

He never imagined that Houtu, the legendary compassionate ancestral witch who suppressed the netherworld, would have such a genuine side.

Zhao Feng let her hold him, his expression remaining calm.

He knew just how great the impact this matter would be on Houtu, and slowly said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be anxious."

"This matter, though hopeful, is extremely difficult and requires our combined efforts to have even a sliver of a chance of success."

Houtu took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions. She released her grip, bowed deeply to Zhao Feng, and said, "Please, fellow Daoist, teach me!"

Zhao Feng didn't keep them in suspense and waved his hand.

hum!
In the void, light flowed and shimmered.

Eleven pure white jade bottles, shrouded in a chaotic aura, appeared out of thin air and floated quietly in mid-air.

Each jade bottle is affixed with a mysterious sealing rune, isolating it from internal and external energies.

Houtu's gaze was instantly drawn to the eleven jade bottles.

With her keen eye, she could naturally tell that these jade bottles were extraordinary innate spiritual objects.

But what truly shook her to her core was the primal aura emanating from within the jade bottle, an aura so familiar it resonated deep within her soul!

Houtu's voice trembled again, "This...this is..."

Zhao Feng raised his hand and broke the seal on one of the jade bottles.

boom!
A domineering and unparalleled golden aura, seemingly capable of tearing through space and piercing through all things, instantly burst forth from the bottle's mouth!

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 spatial world; with each pulse, it caused the surrounding void to twist and fold.

Houtu exclaimed in shock: "Brother Dijiang's spatial origin!"

...(End of chapter)