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After the Lich War.

A group of ancestral witches perished.

Houtu transformed into the six realms of reincarnation, eternally imprisoned in the netherworld, never to step out of it!

At that time, the experts of the Wu tribe were almost all killed or wounded, and all the races of the prehistoric world were eyeing them covetously.

It can be described as a desperate situation.

Only Xing Tian and Xiang Liu, the great shamans, remained to support the Pangu Temple!

Xing Tian was full of fighting spirit and showed no sign of yielding to the four saints.

I cried my heart out today.

There's no other reason than that there's no one above him, so he has to be the pillar of support.

"Xingtian, thank you for your hard work."

"I'm not tired! It's all for the Witch Clan!"

Fengdu was also very excited, the kind of excitement that brings tears to his eyes. "Leader, let's go back to the Underworld. Leader Houtu is still waiting."

Speaking of Houtu.

The ancestral witches, including Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Xuanming, could not hide their guilt and self-reproach. "Houtu...she suffered the most..."

"Before returning to the Underworld, let's pay our respects to the First Emperor."

Fengdu nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, it's all thanks to the First Emperor."

"And there's the nameless Taoist priest."

Dijiang looked at the nameless Taoist, and a sense of closeness welled up from the depths of his bloodline.

Dijiang led the group of ancestral witches in a respectful bow, saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoist. We will never forget this kindness."

Pangu nodded in understanding, "Yes, go."

"yes!"

Dijiang led a group of ancestral witches to the First Emperor's camp.

They experienced life and death.

The ancestral witches had long lost their former arrogance.

Even the hot-tempered Zhu Rong became much quieter.

"Greetings to the First Emperor."

"We are deeply grateful to the First Emperor for reviving us. This kindness is greater than the heavens, and we will never forget it."

Li Yu nodded in understanding, "You should thank Houtu even more."

Dijiang took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes."

Dijiang bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, now that we have been restored, please guide us on how to proceed."

Li Yu was deeply gratified upon hearing this!

Clearly, after experiencing life and death and being resurrected, the eleven ancestral witches have become much more restrained and no longer have any desire to dominate the world.

Li Yu smiled calmly and said, "Protecting your Wu clan and reviving it will suffice."

"The primordial world is unpredictable and ever-changing. Before taking any action, consult Houtu; it is always wise to seek her advice."

The implication is that the primordial world is too deep for you to handle; you should just stay put and develop your strength!

Dijiang's expression was serious and solemn. He and the other ancestral witches bowed again, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, First Emperor."

"We'll take our leave."

Go!

"yes!"

The group of ancestral witches left the First Emperor's camp and followed Fengdu to the Underworld.

Walking on the road to the underworld.

The ancestral witches, including Dijiang, Zhurong, and Gonggong, began to feel uneasy.

Feeling apprehensive as I approach home? A little!

I feel guilty and ashamed. I wronged Houtu. Alas...

gate of hell.

The spirits of the underworld lined up.

Most of the underworld deities are young men from the witch clan.

"leader!"

"It really is the leader who has returned."

"Leader Dijiang"

"Leader of Zhurong."

"Leader of Jumang."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches divided the tribes into twelve groups, each with a Great Witch and countless Witch Clan members.

For example, the Houtu tribe, apart from Houtu herself, is most famous for the great shaman Yi and Kuafu.

For example, Xing Tian, ​​the war god of the Wu tribe, was from the Dijiang tribe, while Xiang Liu was from the Xuanming tribe.

Although there are tribal divisions, there is no distinction between close and distant relatives; everyone is one family.

"We warmly welcome our leader back!"

The eleven ancestral witches, including Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Xuanming, couldn't help but shed tears as they looked at the vigorous young men of the witch clan.

"Hou Tu...she...was really right!"

By establishing the Netherworld, they left a way out for the Witch Clan!

And what about the demon race, which also declined?

They were banished to a remote, impoverished area, where several demons, large and small, roamed.

Lu Ya and his demon clan were hunted down and reduced to being stray dogs!

I heard that the Demon Saint Bai Ze has gone missing, and his fate is unknown.

Compared to the other two tribes, the Wu tribe's situation couldn't be better!

The Netherworld is peaceful and tranquil. In the underground passage, Houtu is the supreme being, and no one dares to cause trouble in the Netherworld!

Being a spirit of the underworld is like having a secure job; one can receive a continuous stream of merit and good fortune!

Dijiang and his fellow ancestral witches, tears welling up before they could speak, murmured, "Brothers...are you all doing well..."

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

Three "good"s!

Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch, finally couldn't hold back any longer. "Go see the girl!"

The eleven ancestral witches rushed towards the depths of the underworld.

The deeper you go, the colder and more desolate it becomes!

The gates of Pingxin Hall are wide open!

Houtu was already standing in front of the palace gate, waiting.

"Girl!"

"Brother!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Dijiang, tears streaming down his face, said, "I was wrong, brother."

The hot-tempered Zhu Rong punched himself twice, "I was wrong."

Houtu has never let down the Wu tribe!

Never!

Houtu took a deep breath, "It's good that my brothers are back...it's good..."

……

The ancestral witch, who had been lost for countless years, has returned.

This is undoubtedly a huge shock!

The myriad beings of the primordial world could never have imagined what kind of method could be used to revive cultivators who had perished countless years ago…

"It has to be the First Emperor, for crying out loud!"

"A bet's a bet!"

Several cultivators who gambled their family fortunes with Daoist Yang Ju lost everything.

The Nine Provinces of the Human Race.

Li Yu returned to the First Emperor's Palace.

The nameless Taoist gazed at the heavens and earth, and said slowly, "This is the cutoff! This is the cutoff!"

"To seize a glimmer of hope from that elusive void!"

boom!

The will of the Great Dao descends:

The Great Dao Leader: Qin Shi Huang

The second-place finisher in the Great Dao: The Nameless Daoist of the Jie Family.

The Great Way of Exploring Flowers: Legalism

At the same time! The will of the Great Dao descended, announcing the final rankings!

The Warring States period, a time of great strife and chaos, has come to a complete end!

The calamity between heaven and earth slowly dissipated.

The world became clear, and the minds of all the cultivators in the primordial world also became clear. They breathed a sigh of relief, "No matter what, the calamity is finally over."

Deep within chaos.

Yangmei, Shichen, and the God of Cause and Effect looked at each other, gritting their teeth.

"All efforts were in vain!"

"First, it was destroyed by Li Yu after he swept through the six kingdoms."

"Another one snatched away by an unknown Taoist priest!"

"Damn Li Yu! He deserves to die!"

Beyond the realm, in the Demon Palace.

Luo Hou gritted his teeth, "Damn Li Yu! He deserves to die! And that nameless Taoist priest, he deserves to die too!"

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun had already cried himself unconscious.

Humiliation? I've suffered countless times!

Benefits? I didn't get any.

Don't forget Hongjun's promise to repay the fortune he borrowed from the Netherworld, with interest!

Although Hongjun is still the nominal ancestor of the Xuanmen Daoist sect, the Jie Sect under him is very independent and autonomous, and he cannot touch the Jie Sect's fortune at all!

Humans? They are even more untouchable!

The Immortal's Abode, the Blood Sea? Those are all lackeys who are in cahoots with Li Yu...

Where would Hongjun find the fortune to repay this debt?

The injuries sustained from breaking free from the shackles of Heaven's Dao have not yet healed, and the luck they've gained is still untapped, preventing them from quickly recovering and reclaiming the mark of Heaven's Dao...

Hongjun's face was filled with worry and anguish. "It's so bitter! It's truly unbearable!"

A few days later.

The calculations for the Great Dao have been completed.

Rewards are being distributed!

First and foremost, there are five hundred million strands of fortune.

hum!

Strange phenomena appeared in the heavens and earth!

Then an extremely thick stream of fortune descended upon the ancestral land of the human race!

Five hundred million strands of the Great Dao's fortune is absolutely a huge fortune!

Li Yu smiled calmly and proceeded directly to reward those who had contributed.

The Styx River was reincarnated as Bai Qi. He had rendered meritorious service and shed blood, so naturally he deserved a reward.

The human race, already blessed with boundless fortune, will now possess even greater fortune!

Next comes the reward of the spirit treasure!

Then, the aura of the Great Dao enveloped the spiritual treasure, which fell into Li Yu's hands.

The magical artifact, about the size of an infant's fist, radiates five-colored light: azure, red, gold, black, and white.

Li Yu stared at the Chaos Treasure awarded by the leader of the Great Dao, lost in thought. "This thing is a Chaos Treasure?"

The will of the Great Dao descends:

Name: Genesis Lotus Seed

Status: Seed stage (not yet germinated)

Rank: Chaotic Spiritual Treasure (Seed Stage)

Growth conditions: Nourished by the corresponding Qi, the seed can germinate. (Note: The Creation Lotus, Merit Lotus, Purification Lotus, Annihilation Lotus, and Karmic Fire Lotus, when perfected, become the Creation Lotus.)

The Will of the Great Dao: "Dear, you can exchange it for another Chaos Spiritual Treasure for free..."

Li Yu gasped, "Then that's not necessary!"

The Great Dao has bestowed upon us a priceless treasure that can grow!

If it's at the seed stage, it's already at the level of a chaotic spiritual treasure. If it's mature and perfect, that's incredible!

It is said that the peerless killing weapon, the God-Slaying Spear, was transformed from the root of the Primordial Lotus...