Primordial Era: Humanity's Supreme Ruler, Abolishes Nuwa's Position as Holy Mother

Chapter 32 Earth Transformation Reincarnation

The Netherworld Blood Sea is vast and boundless, with a nauseating stench of blood rising from it for tens of thousands of miles around.

During this time, fish and shrimp did not thrive, birds and insects did not come, and all the malevolent energy in the world gathered here, filling the place with a violent atmosphere.

When Houtu arrived here, as she walked through the area, she saw a vast expanse of dark, resentful energy swirling around her, like spirits, belonging to the formless realm.

The distant mountains were dyed an eerie blood red, with blood mist rising and emanating from them, creating a very sinister atmosphere. Blood energy continuously gushed out from within the mountains.

Then, like a waterfall, it cascaded down the mountainside, submerging the entire area, leaving nothing visible as far as the eye could see.

Houtu wandered aimlessly, surrounded by countless blood-red souls howling and roaring, presenting an extremely ferocious appearance.

These were the resentments of heaven and earth. Sensing the arrival of Houtu, they roared even more fiercely and menacingly, as if they wanted to devour her.

However, Houtu then released the aura of the Ancestral Witch, and the laws of the Quasi-Saint surrounded her, which frightened the blood-red souls into scattering and fleeing, and fear spread.

They dared not act recklessly in the face of a quasi-saint like Houtu.

Houtu did not use her ability to travel a thousand miles in one step, but instead took each step carefully. Her eyes shone with an unusual light, and they were as clear as jade, brimming with spiritual energy.

Just as she walked ten miles, the blood-red souls around her suddenly surged into the sea of ​​blood and were merged with some mysterious power within it.

Just as Houtu was puzzled, a blood mass suddenly condensed above the sea of ​​blood. Under Houtu's vigilant gaze, the blood mass floating in mid-air suddenly exploded.

With a loud bang!

Suddenly, crimson blood splattered everywhere, and a torrential rain of blood fell. The blood-red raindrops hit the lake, creating ripples.

But in the next second, where all the blood-red raindrops fell, something strange suddenly grew, as if something was slowly rising from the center of the ripples.

Houtu cautiously took two steps back and looked around. She didn't know when, but the area was now filled with blood-covered humanoid creatures.

These creatures were unusually ugly, but the women were all beautiful, which was truly bizarre.

What surprised Houtu even more was that these humanoid beings were incredibly powerful, not much weaker than the Wu Clan at the same level.

At that moment, a sea of ​​blood surged, and a man emerged from it.

"What brings the ancestral witch Houtu here?"

The man clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and asked.

Houtu returned the greeting and then asked, "Is this Blood Sea the Daoist Styx's Daoist abode?"

When the Dao Ancestor preached for the first time, Houtu was the only one among the Ancestral Witches to attend. She had met the Styx River once, but they were not familiar with each other, and she did not know where the Styx River's Daoist temple was.

"Yes." Styx nodded and smiled, "No one has come to my Netherworld Blood Sea for a long time."

"What are these?"

Houtu pointed to the humanoid creatures surrounding the River Styx and asked curiously.

Styx explained, "These are all Asuras created in imitation of the humanoid beings created by the goddess Nuwa."

Then, he laughed and said, "After the various races died in battle, their souls, left behind in the primordial world, would drift here. The goddess Nuwa created humans, which gave me inspiration. So I used their souls to fuse with the power of the Blood Sea to create a completely new race. For them, this can be considered a different kind of rebirth."

These words left Houtu stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

She looked around at the resentful souls wandering in this world, and felt something, but she was still one step away.

In an instant, Styx came to her side and sat cross-legged on the sea of ​​blood. With a flick of his finger, he could summon several blood-red souls to linger around him.

Around the River Styx, these creatures moved like little sprites, exceptionally lively.

After a moment, Styx laughed again: "Between heaven and earth, there is giving and receiving, yin and yang maintain their order, and the way of heaven is the constant law of life and death. We walk between these laws, and if we want to gain something, we must give something in return."

A glint of light flashed in Houtu's eyes.

She stared blankly at the Styx River, recalling what it had just said, and suddenly had an epiphany.

Then, she looked up at the blood-red sky, her eyes gradually hardening: "There are gains and losses; perhaps this is my mission."

At that moment, she suddenly soared upwards, her body bursting with dazzling light as she unleashed her immense power.

She was dissolving herself, and at the same time, she spoke to the heavens and the way.

"I am willing to transform myself into a being of reincarnation to mend the Heavenly Way, allowing the souls of all races to be reincarnated, and ensuring the endless cycle of life between heaven and earth. I humbly beseech the Heavenly Way to grant my request!"

Styx looked up at this scene, slightly surprised. He had only explained the original intention of creating the Asura race, but he did not expect that the Ancestral Witch Houtu would directly transform into the cycle of reincarnation.

At that time, the sky was filled with radiance, and the energy was surging around the Earth, almost tearing the void apart and striking across the past and present.

A pool of dazzling brilliance, reaching its zenith, emitted the surging sound of the tides, with rising smoke and mist, swirling and shimmering, auspicious colors flowing, crystal clear.

At this moment, Houtu fully unleashed her power, as if a vivid, all-encompassing little world had been born, containing the secrets of the origin of life.

When the power was fully sublimated, Houtu's body also evaporated and turned into smoke, which pushed back the six paths of reincarnation, forming six huge vortexes, three above and three below.

At the same time, large characters are displayed directly above each vortex.

The three enormous vortexes above represent: the Path of the Gods, the Path of the Asuras, and the Path of the Humans.

The following three are: the animal realm, the hungry ghost realm, and the hell realm.

As soon as the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared, an incredibly resounding clang echoed through the void, deafeningly loud.

The Heavenly Dao trembled at this moment, dark light surged, thunder raged, and immeasurable merits descended.

A small portion of it entered the Styx River's body, causing his cultivation to surge to the peak of Quasi-Saint.

Another portion drifted towards Kongtong.

The largest part, however, merged into Houtu's soul, giving birth to a primordial spirit body, and her cultivation level skyrocketed to the realm of a saint.

Just then, a primordial aura descended; it was Hongjun who had arrived.

He hovered in mid-air, his body shrouded in a hazy gray, appearing as if he were looking into endless chaos, making it impossible to discern his true form.

Even though Houtu's primordial spirit now possesses the cultivation of a saint, she was still somewhat breathless under the pressure of Hongjun's powerful aura. She quickly clasped her hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

"Houtu, your transformation into the Six Paths of Reincarnation is immeasurable merit. Today, I bestow upon you the supreme innate spiritual treasures: the Judge's Pen and the Book of Life and Death. The Six Paths of Reincarnation are the foundation of the primordial world; I urge you to guard them well. From this day forward, you must not step out of the cycle of reincarnation. This will also be the last chance for your Wu clan to survive."

Hongjun's voice seemed to come from the distant chaos, yet it resonated deep within one's soul, carrying endless pressure that made it impossible for one to refuse.

At the same time, two streaks of light flew out and hovered in front of Houtu, radiating a powerful aura.

A pen, a book.

"Yes, Dao Ancestor. From this day forward, there will be no more Ancestral Witch Houtu in the Primordial World, only the Peaceful Heart of the Underworld."

Houtu knew she couldn't resist, nor did she dare to.

Moreover, she understood the meaning of Hongjun's last words. If the Witch Clan was destined for extinction, then the Six Paths of Reincarnation would be their last chance for survival.

Hongjun glanced at her, and his figure slowly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)