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

Chapter 100: Human Relationships Among the Witch Clan, the Key to Proving the Dao

Dijiang remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: "Alright, it'll be Chi You. After we return, we'll send him to the Pangu Palace to temper his body with the Heavenly Divine Fiends and recreate the Ancestral Witch!"

Having decided to rebuild the Ancestral Witches, Zhu Jiuyin suddenly spoke up: "Houtu has transformed into Samsara, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is incomplete, and the Demon Race now possesses weapons forged from human flesh and blood to target us. Before the final battle, I intend to send some of my race members to the Netherworld."

Upon hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, a shadow fell over Dijiang's face.

"If we win, the Witch Clan will unify the primordial world, and those who have migrated to the Netherworld can return at any time. If we lose, these people will be the last spark of the Witch Clan."

Zhu Jiuyin looked at Houtu, who nodded: "Brother is right."

Then, the Law of Reincarnation stirred slightly, and a voice transmission pierced through layers of void, reaching Li Qing's ears on the Looking-Homeward Platform: "Fellow Daoist Xuanqiong, please come to my palace for a chat."

With a thought, Li Qing stepped into the cycle of reincarnation.

The next moment, the gazes of the eleven Ancestral Witches all fell on him, as if to see why Houtu had summoned him.

Even though he had already attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, being simultaneously watched by these eleven Quasi-Saint level Ancestral Witches still made him feel an invisible pressure pressing down like a mountain.

"Greetings to all the Ancestral Witches."

Li Qing subconsciously activated his body-strengthening technique, bowing respectfully without being humble or arrogant.

Dijiang looked Li Qing up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The disciples of the Three Pure Ones actually bear traces of the authentic Pangu Body Refining Technique!

Out of consideration for their shared practice of the Pangu Body Refining Technique, the Ancestral Witches nodded and withdrew their aura.

"This is Xuanqiong, a disciple of Tongtian Shengren of the Jie Sect, and also the ancestor of the ghost immortals who opened up the Netherworld and created the Underworld. He made great contributions to the establishment of reincarnation and the creation of the Netherworld."

Houtu looked at Li Qing: "Fellow Daoist Xuanqiong, we have invited you here today because a group of Wu Clan members will be migrating to the Netherworld. As the lord of the Netherworld, our Wu Clan is willing to owe you a debt of karma. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, the eleven Ancestral Witches fell silent. Dijiang's brows twitched slightly, a profound light flashed in Zhujiuyin's eyes, and Zhurong and Gonggong exchanged a glance, but neither of them voiced any objection.

The Netherworld was indeed opened up by Li Qing, and to survive in the Netherworld, one needs the approval of Li Qing, the realm lord.

The Wu tribe does not owe favors. If you owe someone, you must repay it; this is the rule of the descendants of Pangu.

Li Qing's heart skipped a beat. The karmic bond promised by Houtu was far more important than a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

But Li Qing knew that his heart was pounding not because of the weight of this cause and effect, but because of a strong feeling that suddenly arose in his heart the moment Houtu uttered those words.

The Twelve Heavenly Kings' Banners.

The name flashed through his mind like lightning. When the twelve flags were forged, blood rained down from the sky, and ghosts howled. He was seized by this sudden inspiration.

At that time, he didn't understand why the witch clan's magical artifacts resonated with him, but now he does.

The Twelve Capital Heavenly King Banners contain the essence and blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the primordial power of Pangu.

His physical body was infused with the essence of Pangu, and in a sense, he shared the same origin as the twelve flags.

Perhaps, this is the key to his future enlightenment!

Li Qing suppressed the turmoil in his heart, keeping his expression calm, and said only, "In that case, Xuan Qiong will not refuse! However, I have no need for it at the moment. How about I settle this matter after the decisive battle between the Witch and Demon races?"

He had no intention of asking for the flag now. With the decisive battle between the Lich and the Demon King imminent, the Twelve Capital Heavenly King Flags were the most important treasures of the Lich Clan. If he asked for them now, the hot-tempered Ancestral Witch would probably smash his massive fist into his face the next moment!

But after the decisive battle, these twelve Heavenly King Banners, with this karma involved, will fall into his hands!

"Very well, the disciple of the Sage of Heaven is quite straightforward, just like your master!"

Dijiang laughed heartily. Since arriving in the Netherworld, all he had heard were pessimistic words. Li Qing's words, "Let's settle the matter after the decisive battle between the Lich and the Demon races," sounded to Dijiang like the Lich race would win the decisive battle between the two races!

Li Qing didn't delay, flipping through the Book of Life and Death, and said with a smile, "If those souls can come to the Netherworld, that's fine. If they can't, someone will need to go and collect them. The Witch Clan has considerable fighting power and can take on this task!"

"Alright, we'll go back now and bring a group of our people here!"

Dijiang turned and stepped into the spatial rift, disappearing from sight. The other Ancestral Witches also departed one after another.

Zhu Rong walked at the back, glanced back at Hou Tu as if to say something, but in the end she just sighed heavily and turned into a beam of fire that shot into the sky.

"Brother, sister, take care."

Houtu looked disappointed. Despite her deep reluctance, she could only watch as the Wu tribe marched towards their decisive battle with the demon tribe!

"When reincarnation occurs, Houtu will no longer be a witch. From this day forward, my name is Pingxin!"

With a wave of her sleeve, Houtu inscribed the three large characters "Pingxin Hall" on the palace in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Li Qing also returned to the Netherworld to await the arrival of the Witch Clan.

Now, when Kshatriya arrived in the western region, he saw golden lotuses blooming everywhere, Bodhi trees with canopies like clouds, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns that shook the mind. Everywhere he looked, there was a peaceful atmosphere that was completely different from the sea of ​​blood.

"To cultivate here is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than to fight in a sea of ​​blood!"

Once the thought popped into Qichadibo's mind, he could no longer suppress it.

As soon as this thought arose, a golden lotus bloomed in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. The Guide Daoist exclaimed with joy, "Excellent! Excellent! This child's Daoist heart has sprouted; he is destined for my Western Paradise. I must guide him!"

He immediately pointed with his hand, and a golden light flew out. Qichadipo traveled through endless space in one step and arrived outside Mount Sumeru in an instant.

"The Khishta Bhava, a disciple of the Blood Sea Styx Ancestor, requests an audience with the two Western Saints."

Qichadibopo didn't feel anything was wrong, but she felt a surge of joy that almost burst forth from her heart.

"Very well, come in!"

The mountain gate opened by itself, and a golden light paved the way, leading him straight to the top of the mountain. Qichadibopomo followed the golden light all the way up, and saw exotic flowers and rare herbs on both sides, and auspicious beasts and birds living in the forest. He silently longed for it.

Before long, they reached the top of the mountain. Qichadi Bhava knelt down and bowed deeply in worship: "Qichaidi Bhava pays respects to the Holy One."

"Excellent! Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

The guide spoke, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

Qichadibopo was shocked. He had always been an anomaly in the Blood Sea. Now, the sage wanted to take him as a disciple. This opportunity came too suddenly, so suddenly that he could not believe it!

"This disciple is willing."

With such an opportunity before him, how could he let it go? He immediately kowtowed three times.

"Excellent. You are now my fourth true disciple!"

The guide took a string of prayer beads from his wrist. Inside each bead was a tiny world that was slowly rotating, endlessly regenerating and dying.

This is the spiritual treasure that the Guide Daoist attained when he achieved enlightenment. It has followed him for countless eons, and today he personally placed it around the neck of Qichadipo.