Primordial Era: I, the Spiritual Stone Monkey, was born ahead of schedule to seize the throne.

Chapter 131 The Sixth Sense of the Supreme Daoist Master of Reincarnation

"Could there really be a holy position?"

Qi Tian gasped in shock.

"However, if things are really as I suspect, and Houtu's agreed-upon conditions really stand, then we've struck gold this time. We need to plan this carefully!"

Qi Tian's mind raced as he considered the feasibility of the plan.

"Master, it's Consort Pingxin! That roulette wheel!"

Suddenly, Jin Peng exclaimed in surprise.

"I saw it! Don't overreact!"

Qi Tian, ​​whose train of thought had been interrupted, rolled his eyes.

He saw it even without Jin Peng saying anything.

Not only them, but Styx and the eleven Ancestral Witches were also gazing at Pingxin, who stood in the void.

Pingxin was seen hovering in mid-air with his eyes closed, seemingly sensing something.

The six realms of reincarnation were slowly turning in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, as Houtu's eyes opened and closed, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc expanded dramatically, finally crashing down in the very center of the entire Netherworld.

"Hell is coming!"

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar and a violent tremor, the world of the underworld underwent a dramatic transformation.

One after another, Yinshan Mountains emerged from the ground.

In the center of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, an eighteen-story giant tower emerged from the ground and plunged upside down into the earth.

Each floor contains a space as small as a mustard seed.

It may appear small, but it is infinitely large inside.

It is the eighteen levels of hell in the netherworld!

A place to punish evil spirits.

Above the eighteenth level of hell, there appeared a giant mountain suspended in mid-air.

Above it stands a massive Taoist palace.

The four innate divine inscriptions, "Reincarnation Palace," are engraved on it.

Then immediately,

Ten eerie palaces slowly took shape around the eighteen levels of hell, and then clusters of buildings appeared on the outskirts.

It quickly became a city that occupied a large part of the Netherworld.

Directly opposite the Gate of Hell is a massive city gate, with an inscription engraved on it:

"Fengdu Ghost City!"

"Splash~"

At the same time, endless filthy Yellow Spring water suddenly surged from the ground.

In an instant, it formed an extremely turbulent river that flowed through the entire Netherworld.

It also surrounds the Ghost City of Fengdu.

—The River of Oblivion!

Then a dirt road stretches from the Gate of Hell to the gate of Fengdu Ghost City, which is called the "Road to the Underworld".

When the road to the underworld crosses the River of Oblivion, a wooden bridge arches over it, inscribed with "Bridge of Helplessness".

Then there's the Wangxiangtai (Viewing Home), the Sanshengshi (Three Lives Stone), and so on.

"The underworld is complete! The blood moon rises!"

At this time,

Pingxin gave another soft shout, and a blood moon appeared out of thin air, hanging above the Netherworld.

Its radiant blood-red light made the entire underworld appear even more eerie and sinister.

However, it also fits the underworld.

"Phew~"

After doing all this, even Houtu, who was at the highest level of sainthood, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Transforming a world requires an extreme amount of magical power.

Now most of the reincarnation power in her body has been exhausted.

But at least it's done.

Looking at the Netherworld he had created entirely by himself, a hint of satisfaction appeared on his usually indifferent face.

"Whoosh!"

With one step, Pingxin vanished and reappeared in the Samsara Palace in the air.

He sat upright on the cloud bed at the very head of the main hall.

"Buzz~"

With a thought, Qi Tian and the others, who were still outside Fengdu Ghost City shocked by the changes in the Netherworld, were directly teleported by great magic to the main hall of the Samsara Palace.

"Hou Tu Mei"

Upon seeing Pingxin, Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches immediately spoke with concern, but were directly interrupted.

"I am Pingxin, the Venerable One of the Cycle of Reincarnation!"

Pingxin's voice was calm, and his gaze towards Dijiang and the other ancestral witches showed no fluctuation.

"Little sister, you..."

Xuanming looked at Houtu, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, his eyes filled with endless worry and confusion.

The same applies to other ancestral witches.

They didn't understand what had happened to Houtu.

After being resurrected, he felt like a completely different person.

Is it

Is it someone else impersonating him?

But that's impossible. With such unparalleled strength, why would he need to impersonate someone else?

"I am Houtu, I do not belong to Houtu!"

Looking calmly at the puzzled expressions of Xuanming and the other Ancestral Witches, he said indifferently:

"I have summoned you here to inform you that if you die in the future, but your souls or true spirits remain, I will grant you the position of Yama, the King of Hell, and the other members of the Wu Clan may serve as soldiers in the Underworld!"

When speaking of the deaths of the Ancestral Witch and the Witch Clan, Pingxin's tone and eyes remained calm.

It seems that he has truly lost all affection for the Wu tribe.

The promise now made to the Wu tribe seems to be due to Houtu.

This made Xuanming and the other ancestral witches very uncomfortable, and they also did not understand what Houtu was saying.

Some say that Houtu is her, while others say that she is not Houtu.

Xuanming and the other ancestral witches were truly confused.

Moreover, they didn't think much about death or the position of Yama, the King of Hell.

All they want is for their sister to come back.

Only Dijiang seemed to understand something, a look of sadness appearing in his eyes.

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply to Pingxin, saying:

"I wonder if we may have the chance to see the Maiden Houtu one more time?"

"Big brother, you..."

The other ancestral witches' expressions changed upon seeing Dijiang's reaction.

I don't understand what Dijun means.

But Dijiang waved his hand at them, signaling them to be quiet, and simply looked at Pingxin with a firm gaze.

Pingxin did the same, quietly watching Dijiang for a while before nodding and saying:

"Sure, but you might be disappointed!"

finished,

A beam of earth-yellow light suddenly shot out from within the primordial spirit, directly rushing out of the Samsara Palace and disappearing into the Naihe Bridge outside the Ghost City of Fengdu below.

"Go to the Bridge of Helplessness, Houtu is waiting for you there!"

Upon hearing this, the ancestral witches Xuanming and Zhurong were greatly encouraged and immediately rushed out of the Samsara Palace in a great hurry.

Dijiang then bowed to Pingxin once again:

"Thank you for your mercy, Empress Pingxin!"

finished,

He took another deep look at Pingxin before turning and leaving the Samsara Palace.

For this,

Pingxin remained expressionless, watching coldly without a flicker of emotion in her eyes.

Qi Tian watched this scene from the side.

I became even more certain of my suspicions.

"It seems that Pingxin is not just the reincarnation of Houtu's primordial spirit. There is a Heavenly Dao in the prehistoric world, and there may be similar rules in the Netherworld."

This reminded Qi Tian of a saying by Hongjun Daozu, who had merged with the Heavenly Dao:

"Hongjun is the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao does not belong to Hongjun!"

but,

Qi Tian had an inexplicable feeling that this Pingxin seemed to be somewhat different from the Primordial Dao Ancestor.

He couldn't explain it either.

It's purely a sixth sense!

"The River Styx!"

Just as Qi Tian's thoughts were surging, Ping Xin turned his gaze to the Styx River, which had remained silent.

"I do not know the way of Pingxin."

At this point, Styx paused before continuing, "What are your orders, Daoist Master?"

prior to,

The Styx River was very unhappy about Houtu's establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

After all,

His soul was reincarnated through the six realms of reincarnation, so his Blood Sea was no longer a concern.

Then there's basically no hope for him to improve his original essence in the future.

Moreover, he was told before that he would gain merit after the Asura realm was established, but so far he hasn't seen a single bit of merit.

It would be strange if the Styx were happy.

just,

Pingxin's current strength is simply too great, it feels like facing a Dao Ancestor, giving people a sense of unfathomable depth.

Therefore,

I didn't dare to say "fellow Daoist" aloud, so I changed it to "Dao Venerable".

Styx is a cautious person. He knows when to back down and when to lower his stance when facing a strong opponent.

Otherwise, he would truly be a brainless idiot.

(End of this chapter)