Primordial Era: From Primordial Human Race to Grand Luo Immortal

Chapter 65, Section 64: Di Jun's Decision, Hou Tu's Enlightenment
"who!"

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi let out a furious roar, and at the same time, boundless divine light swept out, instantly surveying the entire Demon Court.

However, nothing came of it.

"Heh, if you could find me so easily, why would I have come looking for you?"

A voice that seemed both real and illusory appeared before Di Jun and Dong Huang, accompanied by a dark figure.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi wore solemn expressions and whispered:
"Demon Ancestor Rahu!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to discuss a deal."

Luo Hou spoke slowly, as if everything was under his control.

Di Jun did not respond to him, but instead frantically probed the Great Dao to detect the presence of Luo Hou.

But the result made him even more serious.

Neither born nor dying, neither real nor unreal, not existing in the heavens, nor within time and space, yet possessing almost no power, Rahu appeared before them in an extremely bizarre state.

Even when he closed his eyes and used his divine sense to investigate, Rahu could not sense him; only the naked eye could see him.

"What deal do you want to make?"

Di Jun spoke calmly. Although he couldn't understand Luo Hou's condition, he couldn't lose face.

Luo Hou chuckled softly, glanced at the Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand, and said:

"Didn't you say you couldn't break through the physical bodies of the Witch Clan?"

"I can hand over the God-Slaying Spear to you."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of both Donghuang and Dijun.

The God-Slaying Spear is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that condenses the power of slaughter to the extreme. It is a fierce treasure that can break through the protective divine light of a saint. The chaotic evil energy contained in the spear can also corrode the physical body and pollute magical treasures.

"If such a treasure were to exist... then even the Witch-Slaying Sword would be no match for it."

Di Jun's mind raced, and then he spoke:
"I reject!"

"Oh?"

Luo Hou was somewhat surprised at this moment.

"You are the Demon Ancestor who attempted to destroy the primordial world, how could I possibly make a deal with you?"

Di Jun spoke calmly, with an air of domineering arrogance.

He did need a magical artifact that could break through the physical body of the Wu Clan, but to make a deal with someone like Luo Hou, who had almost destroyed the prehistoric world, he might be proud but he would never be arrogant.

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou nodded, looking at Di Jun with admiration:
"To become the ruler of the demon race, one must have a firm mind."

"but……"

Rahu's voice carried a hint of seduction.

"Can your demon race really defeat the witch race now?"

"Can the demon race still form the Zhou Tian Star Array?"

"Your nine sons died in vain."

"If you lose, your queen, your most trusted subordinates, and your last child will all die!"

"you……"

"Humph!"

Di Jun interrupted Luo Hou with a cold snort.

His eyes shone with divine light, surveying the chaotic space-time. Endless light and heat emanated from his body, burning away the strange phenomena formed by the demonic sounds in the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

"Rahu, now is my time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dao of Ultimate Yang manifested, as if confirming what Di Jun had said. A blazing aura descended, seemingly about to crush all the heavens and spacetime.

"Hahahahaha!"

For some reason, Rahu suddenly burst into laughter.

"You're not entirely wrong! But you'll eventually come looking for me. When you've figured things out, I'll naturally appear."

After saying that, Rahu's figure mysteriously disappeared.

"Big brother!"

Donghuang Taiyi stepped forward, wanting to say something.

Di Jun waved his hand to interrupt him.

He understood what Taiyi wanted to say: that once he became a saint, all karma could be settled.

However, someone like Luo Hou, who was killed and self-destructed by the Dao Ancestor, could still appear in front of him without him noticing. He should be extremely vigilant to avoid falling into a trap without realizing it.

Di Jun sat on the throne, his eyes lowered in thought, unaware that a grayish-white aura similar to that of Rahu was swirling around him.

Seeing this, Rahu, who was hiding in the shadows, smiled.
"Heh, calamity arises and dies; you've already entered the calamity. Can you truly hold onto your true self?"...

The Wu tribes surrounding Buzhou Mountain, which originally had millions of members living and building houses there, are now left with only corpses strewn across the land and an aura of malevolence.

Above it, countless resentments and bloodlust intertwined, as if to give birth to some terrifying being.

A delicate hand gently brushed across the surface, and the resentment and bloodlust vanished without a trace. Then, the earth trembled violently, burying the corpses of the witch clan members into the soil.

Looking at the ravaged land and the heavy casualties among their people.

A tear flashed in Houtu's eyes, which eventually turned into a dark yellow tear that dripped onto the earth, causing the earth to tremble slightly, as if to comfort her.

She walked barefoot on the earth, feeling the pulse of the land.

When Houtu opened her eyes again, she felt that the world had changed, becoming filled with hostility and resentment.

She didn't know when this happened.

Houtu's mind wandered, as if she had returned to the past, when the war between the Lich King and the Demon King had not yet begun, and the world was not filled with calamity.

What she loved most was walking barefoot on the earth, measuring this world created by the Father God step by step, to see the flowers bloom, to see the leaves fall, and to see all living things flourish and thrive.

But why has it become like this, where any race instinctively keeps its distance from the Witch Clan?

All living beings harbor resentment towards them.

Luck, luck, is it really that important?

Houtu couldn't help but ponder.

The twelve witch clans were formed from the essence and blood of the great god Pangu, and were born with the ability to manipulate nature and change the world.

They believe that all things have spirits, and that they themselves are the pioneers who inspire their spirituality, so they cherish the world as they cherish themselves.

But why has everything changed? Wars, countless wars, hundreds of eras spent in war, leaving the world devastated and all living beings filled with resentment.

Thinking of this, Houtu's eyes streamed down her face. Through the blurry light of her tears, she looked at the countless evil spirits swirling on the earth and couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow.

What will become of these evil spirits? Will they transform into malevolent entities in their resentment, or will they vanish into nothingness?

Houtu looked at the countless spirits and felt a deep sorrow in her heart.

Suddenly, several unusual spirits caught her attention.

The eyes of those spirits were not purely ignorant, but rather gleamed with spiritual light, clearly indicating the presence of some subtle consciousness.

They all headed west without prior arrangement.

Houtu was extremely curious. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and followed a few spirits from a distance.

Sunrise and sunset, Houtu followed step by step. Although it was slow, she was not impatient at all. Instead, she felt a long-lost tranquility.

She didn't know how long she had walked, but finally, as she entered a certain area, a strange feeling filled her body, which felt very familiar.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at a mysterious portal, and the several evil spirits walked straight in.

Before the gate, a Taoist sat cross-legged peacefully, with various Taoist energies flowing around him, making the place appear extraordinary.

"Ji Yuan?"

Houtu exclaimed softly; he recognized the human who had almost killed Jiufeng.

Ji Yuan heard Houtu's call and slowly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing that it was Houtu who had come, he was first taken aback, but then calmed down.

It seems the time has come.

Ji Yuan rose and bowed to Houtu:
"Fellow Daoist Houtu, it's been a long time."

Houtu also gave an awkward bow:
"Fellow Daoist Ji Yuan, it's been a long time. What brings you here?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the mysterious portal with a look of inquiry in her eyes.

Ji Yuan smiled gently, noticing her inquisitive look, and then told Houtu about everything that had happened there.

Houtu immediately praised after hearing this:
"By opening up the realms of Yin and Yang and establishing the Ghost Path, you have indeed opened up a new hope for all living beings."

After speaking, Houtu looked at Ji Yuan with a hint of doubt in her eyes and asked:
Is this the ultimate fate of all living beings?

She felt it was more than that.

Ji Yuan nodded, then shook his head, without saying anything, but simply took out a seed and placed it in Houtu's hand.

Houtu looked puzzled, but Ji Yuan remained silent, silently unleashing the Great Dao of Time.

The next moment, the seed sprouted, blossomed, bore fruit, and finally became a seed again.

Houtu looked puzzled, then a thunderbolt suddenly flashed through her mind, and she blurted out:

"Reincarnation!"

I have a cold and a headache, so I'll be posting a little less today. Please remember to wear warm clothes.

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