Conferred Gods: Poor Taoist Xiao Sheng, casual cultivators also have human rights

137 The mysterious path to the underworld, the gates of hell, the homesickness of the fairyland, the ancient wizard - Xingtian!
Compared to Master Tongtian's confusion, in the distant western realm, the two venerables, Zhunti and Jie Yin, sensed the unusual movements in the underworld, and there was a glimmer of joy in their eyes.

In the era when Hou Tu was still alive, they didn't even dare to covet even a single step into the underworld.

However, now that Hou Tu has woken up early, her life span will be greatly reduced. I am afraid that she will die completely in a short time. At that time, it will be a good opportunity for them to invade the underworld.

In the underworld, endless merit power is gathering every moment. Once the key positions therein are controlled, it will undoubtedly bring infinite benefits to the Western religion.

"It is unknown why Hou Tu chose to wake up at this time. This is really foolish. If she wakes up now, it is estimated that within 500 years, her soul will be completely wiped out by the six reincarnations." Jie Yin, who usually has a sad face, actually smiled at this moment.

“When Hou Tu dies, it will be the time for us to enter the underworld. By then, all the infinite merits in the underworld will belong to us two.” A sharp light also flashed across the depths of Zhunti’s eyes.

At the same time, in the Yuxu Palace on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun's gaze penetrated layers of space and stared at the underworld, and then a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that the Wu Clan has no soul after all, only flesh and blood. They are indeed ignorant people. They have survived through so much hardship until now, but they have ruined their lives by waking up too early. It is really ridiculous."

As one of the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi Tianzun was the most arrogant and conceited. He believed that he was descended from Pangu's original spirit and was the legitimate descendant, and he always looked down on the Wu clan. However, the Wu clan was powerful and feared the world. Even Yuanshi Tianzun, who had already achieved enlightenment at that time, was still a little afraid of the Wu clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

This complex mentality troubled Yuanshi Tianzun for a long time. Now that he saw that the last ancestor witch Hou Tu was about to fall, he felt much more relieved, and the pent-up depression in the past also dissipated.

On the Shouyang Mountain, the holy land of the human race, Taiqing Laozi looked indifferent and detached, with no sadness or joy on his face, as if he had already turned into the emotionless incarnation of the Great Dao. He glanced indifferently in the direction of the Netherworld Blood Sea, then retracted his gaze and whispered, "Death is inevitable, what's the point of struggling?"

"It's just a pity that now I am the leader of the Humanitarian Sect, enjoying the good fortune of the human race, but I cannot get involved in the good fortune of the underworld. I can only let Zhunti and Jieyin pick up the leaks."

After saying this, Lao Tzu closed his eyes again and devoted himself to practicing and comprehending the mysteries of the Great Dao.

In the Wa Palace outside the thirty-three heavens, Nuwa opened her eyes, looked towards the underworld, and could not help but sigh softly: "Even the last ancestor witch is about to fall."

In the past, she had a close friendship with Xuanming and Houtu from the Wu clan. However, when a catastrophe broke out between the Wu and Lich clans, Houtu sacrificed herself and turned into reincarnation, and the Wu clan was destroyed.

To this day, even Hou Tu's spirit cannot escape the fate of complete extinction.

"How many invincible heroes who once shook the world have been drowned by one catastrophe after another?" Nuwa sighed softly. Although she had already attained the saintly way, transcended life and death, and was eternally immortal, she still felt endless emotion in her heart.

When the ancient Hou Tu woke up from her slumber, the entire prehistoric world changed color in an instant, and millions of living beings were deeply shocked. Even the evil spirit of the endless calamity seemed to become more dignified.

Almost all living beings are not optimistic about Hou Tu. They believe that this premature awakening will only waste her life essence and even accelerate her fate of destruction.

Many creatures have been secretly gearing up, planning how to take advantage of the opportunity to invade the underworld and get a piece of the pie after Hou Tu's death.

……

At the same time, Xiao Sheng stepped into the abyss of the underworld and suddenly discovered a winding path in front of him, leading to a majestic and spectacular city pass.

This pass is vast and boundless, stretching to the end of the sight on both sides, rising straight into the clouds, as if to isolate the world from the outside world, giving the viewer an indescribable sense of oppression. Behind it, at the edge of the sky, a high platform surrounded by wisps of dark mist looms, and it bows down in the void.

"Yellow Spring Road, Ghost Gate, Hometown Watching Platform." Xiao Sheng immediately recognized these things that existed in the legend. The creatures of the prehistoric world walked through the Yellow Spring Road, passed through the Ghost Gate, and finally looked back at the world on the Hometown Watching Platform for the last time, and then had to reincarnate and start a new life journey. Those eerie scenes, just one glance can make people's souls tremble, and the fear from the depths of their hearts arises spontaneously, which is the most primitive fear of death.

The underworld is the place where the dead souls are reincarnated. Once reincarnated, all memories of the previous life are wiped out. Among the reborn souls, only a very small number can solve the mystery of the womb and awaken the memory of the previous life. The rest are equivalent to a new birth, which means that the old soul has completely disappeared.

"Mortals are circulating in the six realms of reincarnation, so are those higher-level lives also reincarnating in higher realms?" Xiao Sheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Only by achieving sainthood can one break free from the shackles of catastrophe. Even if one possesses the powerful cultivation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, one cannot escape the control of the great trend of Heaven and will eventually fall in the face of fate and turn into dust.

A roar sounded, and in an instant, the earth trembled. At the end of the horizon, in the direction of the gate of hell, a towering figure gradually approached.

This figure was extremely large, majestic, muscular, and tangled, emitting a terrifying pressure that would scare even a Golden Immortal. Every step he took was a distance of tens of thousands of miles, and in just a few steps, he appeared in front of Xiao Sheng.

When I got closer, I saw that the figure had no head, and used its breasts as eyes and its belly button as a mouth.

His body was surrounded by thick turbid and murderous air, his eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded an extremely fierce and violent aura, like a violent beast that had lost its mind.

"Such an aura... Clearly a great witch!" Xiao Sheng was shocked. Although he had never seen a great witch in person, judging from the surging blood and energy emanating from this huge body, looking at the entire prehistoric world, there was probably no race that could compare to it.

There is no other solution except the great witch.

I didn’t expect that there is a great witch in the underworld!
After a little thought, I felt that it was logical. After all, the underworld at this moment still belonged to Hou Tu's territory, so it was not surprising that she protected several members of the Wu clan.

"He has no head, but his breasts serve as eyes and his navel serves as a mouth. This great wizard must be the legendary invincible god of war - Xing Tian."

Xiao Sheng's face was calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

Xingtian is undoubtedly one of the most feared and powerful beings in the prehistoric world, and is known as the strongest god of war under the Twelve Ancestral Witches! In the ancient times of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, during the great battle between Huangdi and Chiyou, the Lord of Heaven, Haotian, sent the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady to help, and finally assisted Huangdi in defeating Chiyou...

In the endless prehistoric world, Xing Tian was indignant at the injustice of heaven and earth, so he decided to challenge the authority of heaven alone and break into the heavenly palace!
Haotian, the Heavenly Emperor with unfathomable strength, had already reached the realm of demigod. With the help of the power of the stars in the Heavenly Court, Xingtian was defeated in the battle. Not only was his head and body separated, his head was also buried on the top of Changyang Mountain.

However, Xing Tian did not kneel down and admit defeat. He used his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth, held an axe and a shield, and brandished the Gan Qi with unparalleled bravery. This scene became an eternal myth and legend, and was passed down through the world: "Xing Tian dances with the Gan Qi, his fierce will remains!"

This legend is still circulating in the ancient land. At this time, Xiao Sheng stepped into this place and never thought that he would have the honor to see this legendary god of war in person.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from Xing Tian's mouth, and even the gates of hell were shaken, and a monstrous evil spirit rolled out.

"The breath of the living... Anyone who enters the netherworld without permission... will die!"

Xing Tian, ​​who was in a daze, roared and rushed towards Xiao Sheng without hesitation!

(End of this chapter)