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

Chapter 99: Descending to the West, Da Yi Dies

The Styx Ancestor stopped himself from speaking.

He originally wanted to have his most capable subordinate carry out this task for him, but then he thought that Umo's prestige among the Asura clan was second only to his own. If he were to get close to him while he was immobilized by the Zhuxian Sword, he might have some bad intentions!

"Among the Asuras, only Kshatriya has a different nature; he dislikes killing. Let him go on a journey to the West!"

Upon realizing this, the Styx Ancestor used his Asura bloodline to contact Kshatriya.

Qichadibopo was above the sea of ​​blood, watching the Netherworld operate, with fierce souls screaming in agony in the eighteen levels of hell, his heart filled with endless thoughts.

"Khāṣṭī Bhāva, go quickly to Mount Sumeru and request an audience with the two Western Saints. Tell them that I, your ancestor, have an important matter to discuss with the Western Saints at the Sea of ​​Blood! Go and return immediately, without delay!"

The Styx Ancestor's voice was completely calm, yet it reached the ears of Kichadibova, startling him.

"The West is where the two sages preached, and it clashes with my Asura clan. Why would our ancestor send me there?"

Although Qichadibopo had doubts, he dared not be negligent. He kowtowed to the Styx Ancestor, transformed into a streak of blood light, rushed out of the sea of ​​blood, and sped off to the west.

On Mount Sumeru, the Bodhi tree sways without wind, and from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, a golden light soars into the sky.

The Guide opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of void, landing on the streak of blood-red light hurtling westward. A rare smile appeared on his withered face.

"The one destined to receive this has arrived."

Zhunti Daoist plucked at the branches of the Seven Treasures Tree, a smile appearing on his face: "Fellow Daoist Styx has finally come to his senses."

The tone of the Daoist Zhunti was tinged with emotion, "Back in the Zixiao Palace, he was such an unruly figure. With the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords in hand, he was decisive in killing, and even dared to fight against Di Jun and Tai Yi. I never thought that today, he would have to bow down to you and me."

The guide slowly shook his head, twirling the prayer beads in his hand, and smiled, "The time has come for the right path."

The Taoist Zhunti did not refute, but simply smiled and held up a flower.

In the Netherworld, at the Viewing Platform, Li Qing was leading the Three Immortals, the Other Shore, and the Ten Kings of Hell to establish the order of the Netherworld when he suddenly noticed that the laws at the entrance to the Netherworld were fluctuating violently.

Eleven overwhelming streams of malevolent energy surged from the mortal realm into the netherworld, undisguised and incomparably domineering.

The souls of the dead at the gates of hell were scattered and fled by this malevolent energy, the sea of ​​red spider lilies swayed violently, and even the waves of the River of Oblivion were lowered.

Bi'an's expression changed slightly, and she was about to take the Ten Kings of Hell to check when Li Qing raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't panic, the ancestral witch of the witch clan has arrived. The ancestral witch Houtu will take action."

Li Qing looked towards the entrance to the Netherworld. The next moment, a calm voice rang out, soothing the panicked souls.

"Brothers and sisters, let us not disturb the order of the underworld. Let us come here for a chat!"

A curtain of light, composed of intertwined black and white, extended to the feet of Dijiang and the others. Dijiang sighed, withdrew his aura, and walked into the center of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Hou Tu, my girl."

Zhu Rong was the first to speak, her voice hoarse and filled with suppressed anger: "You just abandoned our Wu tribe without a word?"

The Law of Reincarnation trembled slightly, and Houtu's figure emerged from the void.

Her pale yellow palace dress and hair ornaments remained unchanged, just as Li Qing had seen her when they first met in Yunmengze.

But everyone knows that she is no longer the Houtu of the past.

Her flesh and blood became the foundation of the laws of reincarnation, and her essence merged into every inch of the Netherworld, existing in this world in another way.

"Houtu, you are the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe, formed from the essence and blood of Father Pangu! The Wu tribe needs you, your brothers and sisters need you, but for the sake of those dead ants, you transformed your true form as the ancestral witch into reincarnation?"

"The demon race hasn't been wiped out yet, the final battle hasn't even begun, and you're already abandoning us like this?"

Xuanming and Houtu had the best relationship. Seeing Houtu without her ancestral witch body, he was filled with sorrow and confusion, and questioned her.

Houtu did not argue. She simply looked quietly at Zhurong, at Xuanming, and at the faces of every ancestral witch. Her gaze remained gentle, yet it carried an unwavering certainty.

"Brother, sister, I've considered everything you've said, but before making a decision, I heard the voice of the Father God. Heaven and earth are incomplete; when someone is reincarnated to mend their deficiencies, this is the Father God's wish!"

When Pangu was mentioned, even the most impatient and irritable Zhu Rong fell silent.

"My transformation into reincarnation is also to leave a way out for my witch clan."

After Houtu reincarnated, she saw and thought of many things, but she could not say many. She could only say some of the things she could. "It's just that the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation is missing a link. Although the Capital Underworld King Banner can replace me to a certain extent, it is not the true Ancestral Witch."

Therefore, I have discussed with my elder brothers and Sister Xuanming today the possibility of creating another Ancestral Witch!

As the wisest among the Ancestral Witches, Zhu Jiuyin understood the implied meaning in Houtu's first words. After some thought, his expression changed.

Are the Lich and Demon races destined to follow in the footsteps of the three ancient races?

However, even now that he knows this is the likely outcome, he can no longer allow the Witch Clan to back down!

If we retreat, the demon race will unify the prehistoric world, and any one of Di Jun or Tai Yi can use this fortune to prove the Dao of Hunyuan, then the Wu race will have even less room to survive!

"Da Yi shot down nine golden crows, displaying unparalleled skill and unwavering resolve. In terms of combat prowess, no other great witch could surpass him. Using him as the foundation to recreate the Ancestral Witches is the most suitable approach!"

As Zhu Jiuyin spoke of Da Yi, the other Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement. Da Yi was indeed the Great Witch who was closest to the Ancestral Witches!

But when Houtu heard the name Yi, her heart skipped a beat. With a wave of her hand, the Law of Reincarnation condensed at her fingertips, manifesting on the Taiyin Star. Under the laurel tree, a burly man was swinging a giant axe, chopping at the crystal-clear, jade-like tree again and again.

His face was numb, his eyes vacant, as if his mind had been ripped out. With each swing of the axe, a new crack appeared in the laurel tree, but the crack would heal instantly.

Even more terrifying is that there is no trace of the Wu Clan's essence blood left in his body, only an empty shell.

"It was Xihe! She actually took advantage of our ancestral witch's absence to cripple Yi!"

Houtu's face showed anger. Although she had already transformed into Samsara, she couldn't help but feel angry when she saw the witch being humiliated like this.

Gonggong's face turned ashen: "His essence and blood have been lost, and the Great Witch's origin has been scattered. Even if we rescue him from Taiyin Star, he will only be an empty shell."

Zhu Jiuyin closed his eyes and remained silent, and the other Ancestral Witches also fell silent.

Da Yi was the most promising candidate among the great witches of the witch clan to be promoted to ancestral witch. If he were to be ruined, the plan to recreate the ancestral witch would be like losing an arm.

"We have no choice but to choose Chi You."

After a long silence, Houtu's voice returned to calm: "Among the Great Witches, only Chi You's fighting strength and willpower are capable of bearing the Ancestral Witch's essence. He possesses the purest bloodline of the Witch Clan, but his temperament is too violent. By cleansing his evil aura with the power of reincarnation, he can barely withstand the power of the Ancestral Witch."