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Chapter 962 Reincarnation
After the underworld came into being, Murong Ji once looked for Hong Yun's remaining soul, but could not find it anywhere.

But one thing is certain, Hong Yun definitely escaped and sank into the underworld, and no one knows where he is hiding. Murong Ji also taught him how to complete his soul in the water of the underworld.

I guess he has earned a lot of merit by now and has been reincarnated.

Then where did this remnant soul in his hand come from? !
His face sank slightly: "Two saints, what does this... mean?"

"This is a remnant of Daoist Fellow Hongyun's soul. The two of us have traveled all over the prehistoric world, but we have only found this one. After asking around, we learned that you have a special kind of Yellow Spring water in your hand."

"This holy water can replenish the soul of a living being. Please give some to us in exchange. We will be very grateful." Then, a golden lotus of merit was presented to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and shook his head. In his hands, this thing has always been a necessary resource for human cultivation.

Although it was extracted from the Yellow Springs River, this thing can be considered a strategic material.

Whether it is the underworld or the human world, this thing is needed everywhere, especially by ghost cultivators, who use it to repair injuries with great efficiency.

Murong Ji frowned and said, "It's not that I'm stingy, but Daoist Hongyun's residual soul is too broken. If... forget it, why don't you give this residual soul to me."

Zhunti and Jie Yin looked at each other, their brows gloomy, and after a long silence, they nodded.

"Fellow Daoist and Hongyun have a history. We are relieved to leave it to you. However, you must make a promise to me."

Taoist Zhunti clasped his fists in salute, bowed down, and kowtowed to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji hurriedly dodged, frowning again and again, and then said: "I can't make a promise. After Hongyun escaped that year, he encountered the Blood Sea and the Styx."

"The soul was split into two, and now there is no way to know where the two souls are."

"However, I think that the two souls should have been fully nurtured and became two completely different people. It is unknown where they went. The one in your hands..."

Taoist Jie Yin gave a bitter smile and said slowly, "This is Daoist Hong Yun's killing calamity, which is tainted with a bit of resentment and the calamity of the witch and lich calamity."

"If a spirit is bred through ordinary means and then reincarnated, I'm afraid it will not be able to escape the fate of death. That's why I'm asking you to find a chance for it to have a good ending."

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then took over Hong Yun's residual soul, along with a trace of Hongmeng purple energy, which was also handed over by Zhunti.

Murong Ji clasped his fists and saluted the two of them. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the Taoist Zhunti stopped him again.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, the trend of the human race's great rise has been established. Over the past hundred years, countless humans have been born, and they are becoming more and more prosperous in this vast land. What plans do you have for the future, fellow Daoist?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the two of them with a smile, and after a little thought in his mind, he understood the reason.

The rise of the human race, according to Murong Ji's plan, will be divided into several steps, with each generation doing its own things.

For example, the generation of Suiren killed most of the foreign enemies, allowing the human race to gain a foothold in this primitive land and completely ending the history of mankind eating raw meat and drinking blood.

For example, Fuxi promoted the system, established the human wheel, started the process of civilization, and pushed humans from the level of "beasts" to the level of "humans".

Many things like this need to be done step by step.

Because of the human race's lifespan, generation after generation passes very quickly, and luck is easy to come into being, and it is extremely extensive.

If you want to command the human race, you must divide power. Whose power should be divided?

He, Murong Ji, has the authority to be a king!
[The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors can give the disciples of the saints a chance to try their luck and earn a lot of luck for the human race.]

This kind of luck of the human race does not come in a wave, but is continuous. As long as the human race continues to develop, the luck will continue.

They naturally understood what Murong Ji did, and they also naturally understood the benefits of it.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. At this time, he did not reveal what he was thinking to Hou Tu.

Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Nuwa has already occupied one of them, but the rest have been targeted by these saints.

Even if Nuwa did not occupy this quota, Murong Ji would still plan to let Fuxi join the human race.

The second is Taiqing Laozi. Although Xuandu, as the first innate human race, has severed ties with the human race, they are still inextricably linked and cannot be severed.

Instead of giving benefits to others, it is better to benefit our own people, including Shi Liuli and other human ancestors. It is better to give them the good fortune.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at the two saints with a smile, and asked, "I wonder how is Senior Brother Liuli's practice on Mount Xumi?"

Zhunti Taoist was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "His Taoism is still a little lacking, but his skills are indeed not bad. How can our disciples be so bad? Don't worry for now, Taoist friend."

Murong Ji bowed, said no more, and flew towards the east on his sword.

But his heart was not at peace. For the prosperity of the human race, Murong Ji had to do many things, but they could not be completed in one generation.

It would take a very long time to engrave so much information into the bones and tame the beast into a human.

Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Twelve Sages, and Seventy-two Kings.

No one knows how many years will pass as generations pass, but no matter what, those great powers from the ancient times who helped the human race in the past must share in the human race’s fortune.

What is destiny? It is what people want.

The human lifespan is short, with one generation lasting almost every hundred years. Each generation can generate a large amount of faith and willpower, and they are endless.

How can such a huge fortune be achieved without pulling in more people? Once the catastrophe comes, these great powers of the ancient times will have to pay back what they owe to the human race.

Murong Ji glanced over and found that he was passing by the shore of the East China Sea.

His mind suddenly moved, and he couldn't help but stop. He looked at the residual soul of Hongyun in his hand, and then looked at the pillar of heaven standing in the East China Sea.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, but felt a little puzzled. He stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

In just a short moment, a plan suddenly emerged in Murong Ji's mind.

Capture Meng Huo seven times!

"Haha! Aolai fog, the fragrance of flowers and fruits, Dinghai's stick makes all the monsters come; East Sea, in the water curtain, Qitian bows down to the immortal."

Lu Ya refused to obey the discipline, and he had promises and karma to fulfill, so it was not worthwhile to attack him.

Furthermore, there is no point in taking action. There are so many demons in the world. If one group of demons is gone, another group will rise up. It is better to make a plan in advance.

Murong Ji immediately smiled and said, "Making trouble in Heaven, tsk tsk tsk, it can also be used like the seven captures of Meng Huo..."

Looking at the soul in his hand, which was stained with a trace of blood and evil spirit, if he wanted to dissipate it, he would definitely have to go through disasters and calamities, and even be killed.

After thinking it over carefully, Murong Ji perfected the plan in his mind and flew out of the East China Sea on his sword.

Because of the war between the wizards and the demons, Emperor Jun's collision divided the entire earth into four continents.

The earth was shattered, and countless islands floated overseas. At this time, there were so many islands that it was not difficult to find a suitable location.

Murong Ji landed on a large island, looked around, and was quite satisfied. He then set up a formation here to hide the entire island's traces.

As for the spiritual energy, it was also simple. On the entire island, Murong Ji used his means to dredge the veins of the earth and transformed this place into a blessed land.

Then Murong Ji thought of something and murmured, "Nuwa Stone? Wow, what a coincidence, I just happen to have a piece in my hand!"

With a flip of his hand, Murong Ji turned out the red stone, and on both sides of it, there were two smaller ones.

After taking a closer look, he then knocked the remaining consciousness of Hong Yun into the stone.

He chose a center point of the formation and placed the stone there.

After activating the formation, Murong Ji let out a long breath and turned to look at the layout of the entire island and the operation of the formation.

This formation can gather the essence of the sun and the moon, and use these things to make up for the origin of this stone, which is quite good.

By the time he was born, he could be considered a top-notch innate divine being, but he was far inferior to Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji thought of Hong Yun again. This Hong Yun really had so many misfortunes.

Half of the soul is in his hands, and no one knows where the other half is now.

He glanced at the two pieces of the Heaven-Repairing Stone in his hand, and decided to refine one of them into a magic weapon and give it to Fuxi as a toy.

As for the other one, it is of no use, so just give it to your subordinates as a reward.

After coming to his senses, Murong Ji flew up on his sword and headed towards Huaxu Kingdom.

After a few days, they arrived above Huaxu Kingdom, and it was already late at night.

Murong Ji thought for a moment, [This is also a good opportunity! ]

Without disturbing anyone else, he entered the palace quietly, followed the direction of Fenghua and Fengxu's rooms, and found their room at a glance.

Then, he quietly sneaked in.

When he arrived outside their room, he was surprised to hear the faint sound coming from inside. He realized that the two were doing something shameful.

Murong Ji smiled slightly. He didn't expect that Feng Xu, who looked so obedient, could be considered to be so vigorous and energetic.

Then he spread out his palm, and a mirror slowly emerged.

On the surface of the Qiankun mirror, the traces of the Six Paths of Reincarnation slowly emerged.

Not long after, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk seemed to have really descended, spreading throughout the entire palace and slowly rotating.

In the underworld, Pingxin frowned, a little confused, "Huh?" He tilted his head slightly and looked at the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk carefully. There was nothing abnormal about the rotation speed.

It's just...something seems wrong...

Murong Ji extracted two consciousnesses from it and guided them into Fenghua's abdomen.

He waited outside the window for a while, and after confirming that the two had been reincarnated, he let out a breath and returned to his room quietly.

Sitting on the chair, Murong Ji touched the teapot and found it was indeed a little cold, so he warmed it up a little and poured a cup of tea.

(End of this chapter)