Primordial Era: Starting with the Immortals of the Jie Sect to Prove the Dao of Hunyuan

Li Qing was startled. He suddenly felt that Houtu seemed to have seen through his thoughts!

"The Witch Clan owed you a debt of karma back then, and today you saved Da Yi, thus incurring another debt. Although the Twelve Heavenly King Banners are the Witch Clan's most precious treasures, since you asked for them, it's no problem to give them to you."

Pingxin smiled and realized that she had indeed vaguely seen through Li Qing's thoughts, but she did not intend to stop him. Instead, she thought that she should go with the flow and give him a push!

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, twelve small, jet-black banners flew out from the depths of reincarnation and hovered in the hall.

A malevolent aura swirled on the flag, and the faint phantoms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches could be seen floating within it.

The spatial power of Dijiang, the temporal power of Zhujiuyin, the fire of Zhurong, the water of Gonggong, the wood of Jumang, the metal of Rushou, the rain of Xuanming, the thunder of Qiangliang, the wind of Tianwu, the lightning of Xizi, the poison of Shebishi, and the earth of Houtu—twelve primordial powers intertwined and swirled on the flag, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Li Qing raised his hand, and the Taiqing Divine Talisman flew out from his sleeve. The Xuanhuang light enveloped the twelve flags, taking them into the talisman and preventing the Heavenly Dao power from discovering them.

Pingxin watched this scene with even greater joy.

Li Qing was a disciple of the Tongtian Sect Leader, and he originally had a saint standing behind him.

Now that they've brought out the Taiqing Divine Talisman of the Taiqing Sage, with the two sages plotting together, the other side's plan has a greater chance of succeeding!

"Fellow Daoist Xuanqiong, do you know what you are about to do?"

Li Qing put away the Taiqing Divine Talisman and said solemnly, "I understand."

Pingxin nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He simply said, "Reuniting with Pangu will surely incur the wrath of the Heavenly Dao. Be cautious and don't expose yourselves. The Heavenly Dao had already set its sights on us when the Twelve Ancestral Witches transformed. During the great war between the Witch and Demon races, the Heavenly Dao was behind the scenes, pushing both our Witch and Demon races to their demise."

This is why she transformed into Samsara before the final battle.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches had not been absent, Taiyi might have truly been able to glimpse the path of the Primordial Golden Immortal!

She transformed into a cycle of reincarnation, leaving a way out for the Wu Clan, and completely severing Taiyi's path to primordial chaos!

Li Qing felt a chill run down his spine. So Empress Pingxin really knew!

As for what Heaven fears, he certainly knew that. Before the Tongtian Sect Leader was sealed away, he had told him that Heaven feared Pangu.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were destined to die, not because they were not strong enough, but because the Heavenly Dao would not allow Pangu to reappear.

"Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty. However, this is my path, and I have no regrets even if I die nine times. Since it concerns my future, I will naturally be cautious."

"Very well, I'll await your good news, fellow Daoist. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Pingxin waved his hand and closed his eyes.

Li Qing knew this was a gesture of farewell, so he bowed and turned to leave Pingxin Palace.

The six realms of reincarnation slowly rotate, and the souls of the dead enter and exit the reincarnation channels in an orderly manner.

Without alerting anyone, Li Qing transformed into a beam of light, passed through the Gates of Hell, and disappeared at the edge of the Netherworld.

In Pingxin Palace, Pingxin's gaze, penetrating the laws of reincarnation, fell upon the departing ray of clear light.

In the darkness, all was calm and still, as if nothing had happened.

In Pingxin Palace, Jiufeng, tall and with a cold and stern face, was quite puzzled.

She was one of the few high-ranking witches of the witch clan who still retained her full combat strength. After the war between the witches and demons, she stayed in the Netherworld to assist Pingxin and handle the affairs of the witch clan in the Netherworld.

"Your Majesty."

Jiufeng's gaze fell in the direction Li Qing had left: "The Twelve Heavenly King Banners are the most precious treasures of the Witch Clan. When we Great Witches wield them, we can briefly unleash the power of the Ancestral Witches."

Even an ordinary Heavenly Witch could increase their chances of breaking through to the Great Witch realm by comprehending the power of the Ancestral Witch within the banner. Why did you give it to that disciple of the Intercepting Sect?

Empress Pingxin shook her head: "Xuanqiong is not an outsider."

"He is a disciple of the Three Pure Ones and the Intercepting Sect; how can he not be considered an outsider?"

Jiufeng was puzzled. The Three Pure Ones followed the path of the Pure Spirit, which was fundamentally different from the Witch Clan. How could their disciples not be outsiders?

"Xuanqiong is different. He has the marrow of Pangu in his body, and he can be considered to have the same origin as my Wu clan."

Jiufeng frowned, clearly not yet fully accepting this explanation.

"But Your Majesty, he is, after all, a disciple of the Jie Sect, not a member of the Witch Clan."

Pingxin shook his head, his tone gentle yet firm.

"Does it matter whether one is a member of the Wu clan or not? The Father God Pangu transformed into heaven and earth not to separate the Wu clan, the demon clan, and the human clan. As long as someone can successfully traverse this path, it will be an opportunity for the Wu clan."

She looked at Jiufeng, her eyes filled with a rare hint of anticipation.

"If he can reunite with Pangu, perhaps the ancestral witches of the Wu tribe who have already returned to the earth will one day return!"

Jiufeng was shocked; she understood.

The twelve Ancestral Witches died and their bodies returned to the earth, while their true spirits also dissipated in the river of fate. Although Pingxin was the Lord of Reincarnation, he was unable to revive them.

However, if someone can reunite Pangu's true form and use Pangu's power to reflect the cycle of reincarnation, the true spirits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches may be reassembled and summoned back.

Clearly, Pingxin had placed her hopes on Li Qing!

But she immediately had doubts again, her eyes widened as she looked at Pingxin, her voice full of disbelief: "Everyone in the primordial world knows that only my Wu clan can summon the true body of Pangu with the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation."

He, Xuanqiong, was merely a minor disciple of the Three Pure Ones, cultivating the path of immortality and refining his primordial spirit. How could he possibly summon Pangu?

"That's not your concern. This matter is of utmost importance, and I'm explaining it to you so you won't become enemies with Xuan Qiong. Now, I'm going to seal your memories!"

With a calm mind, he raised his hand, and a stream of reincarnation power flew from his fingertips and entered between Jiu Feng's eyebrows.

Jiufeng felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and that memory was sealed deep within her soul like a tidal wave.

"Your Majesty?"

Jiufeng stared blankly at Pingxin. The resentment and questioning from before had vanished from her eyes, leaving only confusion. She vaguely remembered what she had just said, but couldn't recall the specifics.

"Let's go back."

Pingxin closed his eyes, his voice tinged with weariness: "I have my own arrangements for the Witch Clan."

Jiufeng opened her mouth, but ultimately did not ask any more questions. She bowed and turned to leave.

Silence returned to Pingxin Palace. Empress Pingxin sat upright on her cloud bed, her gaze piercing through endless space and landing on the primordial land.

After the Lich War, the earth was ravaged, Mount Buzhou collapsed, the pillar of heaven broke, and the earth's axis was severed. Although the heavens were repaired, the backbone that supported the heavens and the earth no longer existed.

Humanity struggles to survive amidst the ruins, and the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors is about to begin.

And she could only sit in the depths of this cycle of reincarnation, watching the witch clan decline step by step.

"Father God."

He calmly uttered those two words, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Can Xuanqiong traverse your path?"

No one answered in the hall; only the silent flow of the laws of reincarnation.