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Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.

The victory celebration outside continued. Although the old man Hongjun ultimately took sides and forcibly separated the Wu and Yao clans, for the rough and tough Wu men, a victory was a victory. Grinding Dijun into the ground was a real achievement, enough for them to brag about for ten thousand years.

Xing Tian was holding a wine jar bigger than himself, playing a drinking game with Kua Fu. The loser had to run around Buzhou Mountain. Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were unusually not fighting. The two of them were arm in arm discussing how to improve their "Ice and Fire Dual Heaven" move, hoping to steam Taiyi directly next time.

Lin Xuan sat on the threshold of the main hall, holding the Witch-Slaying Sword that had not yet been purified. This sword was very strange; it felt cold to the touch, and he could always hear faint weeping sounds in his ears.

"System, what should I do with this thing?" Lin Xuan asked in his mind.

"The host can spend 5000 points to purify it, or put it into a place of extreme yang and strength to refine it for forty-nine days."

Lin Xuan curled his lip. Five thousand points? That's highway robbery. Maybe I should just find a big furnace and throw them in to refine them later.

Just as he was about to sheathe his sword, he caught a glimpse of someone sitting in the corner of the hall.

It is Houtu.

Houtu, who was usually all smiles and responsible for sewing clothes and cooking for everyone, as well as worrying about Lin Xuan's marriage, looked unusually lonely at this moment. She neither drank nor ate meat, but just stared blankly outside the main hall.

Following her gaze, all that could be seen outside, besides the cheering Wu Clan youths, was the barrier between heaven and earth set up by Hongjun.

wrong.

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

Houtu wasn't looking at the barrier, but at the creatures roaming beneath it.

Too many lives were lost in this battle. Demons, witches, humans, and even the flower and plant spirits caught in the crossfire. Because there is no reincarnation, these souls had nowhere to go after death and could only wander the primordial land. They hid from the sun's true fire during the day and came out to wail at night, eventually slowly dissipating or becoming mindless, ferocious spirits.

Lin Xuan walked over and sat down next to Houtu.

"Seventh Sister, what are you thinking about? Everyone's drinking, why aren't you joining in?"

Houtu snapped out of her daze, forced a smile, and reached out to straighten Lin Xuan's collar: "Thirteenth Brother, I'm not hungry. Why don't you go join the fun? That battle was brilliant; you deserve the most credit."

"This is pointless." Lin Xuan planted the Witch-Slaying Sword in the ground. "Seventh Sister, you seem troubled."

Houtu remained silent for a while, then sighed.

"Thirteenth brother, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"The sound of weeping." Houtu pointed outside, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Those dead souls, they are crying. They say they are cold, they say they are afraid, they say they have nowhere to go. I... I feel terrible."

Lin Xuan's heart tightened.

coming.

This is Houtu's destiny: to be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation.

In the original primordial storyline, Houtu, unable to bear seeing the wronged souls of the world without refuge, transformed herself into the Six Paths of Reincarnation to mend the earth's path. But the price was too high; from then on, the ancestral witch Houtu was no more, only the goddess Pingxin, trapped in the underworld. Even her physical body was gone, leaving only her primordial spirit imprisoned deep within the Six Paths of Reincarnation, never to escape.

Looking at Houtu's gentle face, Lin Xuan felt a hundred times unwilling.

This is his sister who loves him the most.

Back then, Houtu was the kind of person who would actually demolish Pangu's palace to find him a wife. Now, is he just going to watch Houtu go and die?

None of the doors!

"Seventh Sister." Lin Xuan grasped Houtu's hand and found it icy cold. "This is how the world is, the strong prey on the weak. We've already done our best to protect the Witch Clan and the Human Clan."

"But..." Houtu's eyes reddened, "I always feel that something is missing from this world. Father God created heaven and earth, and transformed into all things, but he seems to have forgotten one thing. Living beings are born, and they should die; and if they die, they should have a place to go. The way it is now, it's not right."

She stood up, her gaze sweeping across mountains and rivers, looking towards the westernmost edge of the primordial wilderness.

There is a sea there.

The Netherworld Blood Sea.

The filthy blood that formed from Pangu's navel was the dirtiest, most chaotic, and most yin-heavy place in the primordial world. All the wronged souls were eventually drawn there by its aura, and then sank into the sea of ​​blood, never to be reborn.

"Thirteenth brother, I've been feeling like that place is calling me lately," Houtu murmured to herself. "A voice tells me that as long as I go there, these wronged souls will have a home."

Lin Xuan remained silent. He knew what that voice was; it was the Great Dao, the will of the primordial truth.

He frantically called out to the system in his mind.

"System! Stop playing dead! Get to work! Houtu is going to reincarnate, what should we do? Is there a way to both establish reincarnation and protect my sister?"

The system was silent for two seconds.

"Ding! Strong host will detected, triggering a branch of the main quest."

"Task Name: The Underground Master Training Plan"

"Mission Objective: Assist Houtu in establishing the Six Paths of Reincarnation and completing the Primordial Underground Passages."

"Special requirement: Preserve the physical body and true spirit of Houtu Ancestral Witch so that she is not assimilated by the Heavenly Dao."

"Mission Reward: The highest authority of the Earthly Dao (on par with the Heavenly Dao), the host's cultivation level will be raised to the late Quasi-Saint stage, and Houtu will attain the Dao of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal (Earthly Dao Saint)."

Lin Xuan's eyes lit up instantly.

The authority of the tunnel!

This is really good stuff!

In the current primordial world, the Heavenly Dao holds absolute power, and Hongjun, that old fool, has treated the Heavenly Dao as his own backyard after merging with the Dao. But in reality, the Heavenly, Earthly, and Human Daos should be on equal footing. If the Earthly Dao can be established, then the Wu Clan will have the real confidence to challenge Hongjun in the future.

Moreover, it can even make Houtu a saint! Not the kind of merit saint controlled by the Heavenly Dao, but a Primordial Golden Immortal!

"Let's do it!"

Lin Xuan slapped his thigh, startling Hou Tu.

"Thirteenth brother, what's wrong?"

Lin Xuan stood up, revealing a smile that would give Di Jun nightmares.

"Seventh Sister, didn't you want to find a home for those wronged souls? Come on, your brother will take you there."

Houtu was stunned: "Where to?"

"The Netherworld Blood Sea!" Lin Xuan waved his hand. "Let's go have a heart-to-heart talk with that old geezer named Styx, and while we're at it... borrow his territory for a bit."

Houtu hesitated for a moment: "But that's the Daoist temple of the Styx Ancestor. I've heard he has a bad temper, and the place is filthy..."

"What are you afraid of?" Lin Xuan turned around and shouted into the main hall, "Big brother! Stop drinking! Grab your gear, let's go out for team building!"

When Dijiang, who was drinking heavily, heard "team building," he didn't understand what it meant, but he understood that it meant "bringing equipment."

"What's wrong, Thirteenth Brother? Another fight? Is that bastard Dijun back again?"

Dijiang threw down the wine jar, wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and stared wide-eyed.

"It's not about Di Jun," Lin Xuan said with a smile. "It's about Seventh Sister's important matter. Let's go to the Blood Sea and have a chat with the Styx Ancestor about life."

"A sea of ​​blood?" Zhu Rong leaned closer, reeking of alcohol. "That wretched place is filthy and foul-smelling. What's the point of going there? But since it's what my thirteenth brother said, let's go! I haven't finished venting my anger yet!"

"Yes! Let's go together!"

Upon hearing that it was related to Lin Xuan and Houtu, the Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't hesitate at all.

Looking at these boisterous older brothers and sisters, Lin Xuan felt a warm glow in his heart.

This is what family is all about.

No matter what you're going to do, even if it's to that godforsaken, blood-soaked place, they'll only ask "When are you leaving?" and never "Why?"

"Seventh Sister, let's go." Lin Xuan pulled Houtu up. "Don't look so gloomy. It's just reincarnation, right? We'll create it for you. With me here, even if the sky falls, Big Brother will hold it up; if the earth collapses... we'll fix it!"

Looking at Lin Xuan's confident demeanor, Hou Tu felt much of the gloom in her heart dissipate.

She nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."