I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

"Is it appropriate for us to presume to participate in the festival in your village?" Changsun Qingyue was a little worried.

Not only do they worry about whether it is suitable or not, but they are also afraid of getting into trouble.

This kind of sacrificial activity looked very evil at first glance. It was hard to say what would happen to outsiders if they rashly participated in it. She had heard of many stories about some remote villages using outsiders as living sacrifices.

In the world of cultivation, people would do anything just for that tiny bit of benefit from cultivation.

The demon race has to live in fear because of this... If they were as worthless as humans, then there would be no need to worry too much.

Jiang Ke'er had read a lot of novels about cultivating immortals, so she was very aware of the horror of the cultivation world. If it was from a human perspective, it would be fun to kill monsters and demons, get some demon pills and make medicine, and watch the protagonist get rich by killing demons and level up quickly...

Only when you are a monster yourself, you will know how shitty this behavior is.

Therefore, Jiang Keer was also very cautious. She agreed with Changsun Qingyue's suspicion and remained skeptical about the three villages' festivals - after all, it looked quite weird.

"Don't worry," Qiao Xiaoxian said at this time, "The Netherworld Array will only strengthen the soul strength of the participants. In ancient times, this was a sacrificial activity used by the Netherworld Clan to strengthen the soul."

Ming Ling was stunned, and said frankly: "I didn't expect that there is someone who is so knowledgeable that he can even see through such an ancient formation."

She decided to explain her origins, and said, "Yes, in the era when the six paths had not yet collapsed, the people of the Netherworld had to select a few reincarnation messengers every year to lead the souls of the dead and bring them to the Netherworld. And the reincarnation messengers must have powerful spiritual cultivation to deal with all kinds of wronged souls and evil spirits who are unwilling to reincarnate and have deep obsessions..."

“…For this reason, the first generation of His Majesty Hou Tu created the Netherworld Array, which can absorb the spiritual consciousness emitted by all living beings in the Netherworld to strengthen the soul of the Reincarnation Envoy,” Ming Ling sighed, “Although the Netherworld and the Reincarnation Envoy no longer exist, this array is still there, and it is also a sacrificial array for the ancestors. We still hold sacrifices as usual every year…”

"Are you really from the Mingzhou tribe?" Changsun Qingyue exclaimed, "Then aren't you... the God of Death?!"

"Before the Netherworld collapsed, the other eight states did call us that," Ming Ling said with a smile, "but that is now in the past. The lifespan of everything has an end, and so does the Netherworld... The reincarnation messenger will also have to step into the great cycle of fate one day, and the god of death is no big deal."

Although she said this with relief, there was still bitterness in Ming Ling's mouth.

The underworld collapsed, and now they can no longer be called the gods of death. They are just a group of homeless poor creatures.

Because of the changes in the environment, they could only cultivate to the Sancai realm at best, and had to try every means to hide in the beginner realm in order to barely avoid being exterminated.

"Why did it collapse?" Jiang Ke'er asked, "What happened to Mingzhou?"

Jiang Ke'er has long been curious about what happened in ancient times.

Although it happened a long time ago and seems to have nothing to do with me, I can always see the shadow of the great catastrophe in ancient times from the events I have experienced.

The decline of the demon race, the collapse of Jiuzhou, and the loss of Jiuzhou Ding.

"I don't know," Ming Ling sighed, clutching the corner of his clothes, "The elders back then could not withstand the erosion of time and have passed away. Only sporadic legends are left. It seems that just overnight, Tu Bo died in battle, and the whereabouts of the Mingzhou Ding were unknown. Then the Mingzhou dragon veins were completely cut off, the luck was gone, and the entire Mingzhou fell apart. The tribesmen had to flee to other realms in a hurry, and there was no news."

"But those are all things of the past, and have nothing to do with the present," Ming Ling changed the subject, "Let's not talk about the past anymore, let's prepare for the sacrifice together."

"Yeah." Everyone quickly agreed, not wanting to open the scars on the wounds of the Mingzhou descendants.

However, Jiang Ke'er did not notice that while walking in the formation, the Mingzhou Ding in the inventory emitted a faint green light.

The magic array that connects to the underworld is not just a formation for creating the reincarnation messenger.

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70. Hou Tu

Wearing white sacrificial robes, Jiang Keer and the villagers of Sandao Village came to the village square.

A blood-red magic circle was engraved on the ground of the square, and four jade plates were placed on the four corners of the magic circle. One of them was the jade key that was previously used to open the shelter.

Seeing the sky gradually darken, Ming Ling looked up at the sky. Seeing dark clouds gradually gathering, she frowned and shouted, "Ming Envoy is doing his job. Get out!"

The dark clouds seemed to have heard Ming Ling's words and they dispersed immediately, disappearing into the sky as if escaping, revealing a vast, clear starry sky!

As expected of the former god of death, even if he has fallen, he still has a lot of cards in his hand - Jiang Keer couldn't help but sigh.

The stars twinkled, the setting sun gradually sank, the white moon rose into the sky, and a cold wind gathered in the formation.

Jiang Ke'er and the others knelt at the edge of the formation, while Ming Ling stood in the center of the formation, wearing different styles of witch costumes and holding a bell staff in her hand.

Sandao Village is the core of the formation, and Ming Ling is the witch of this main formation, responsible for presiding over the sacrificial ceremony.

"Dingling bell~"

The bell suddenly rang without any wind, and the clear sound was like a declaration.

Ming Ling closed her eyes and spoke softly, "In the beginning of ancient times, who taught the way?"

As Ming Ling spoke, the light of the formation gradually became brighter.

"The upper and lower parts are not yet visible, so who can tell?"

hum-

There was a violent vibration in the space, and the scene in front of Jiang Keer changed!

A blood-yellow river flowed silently, and I stood on a small bridge in the river.

Corpses and wronged souls are floating in the river, and a boundary marker stands at the bridgehead.

【Forget River】

The river is called Wangchuan, so the name of the bridge is naturally Naihe.

But the bridge is broken.

The bridge was split into two by something in the middle, and the hideous broken wood seemed to be telling the shocking incident it had encountered.

Looking around, there are lush vegetation among the ruins, and the unattended red spider lilies are proliferating like weeds.

The distant world was shrouded in mist, and Jiang Ke'er could vaguely hear the unwilling howling of lonely ghosts in the mist.

"What is the origin and what is the transformation of the three combinations of yin and yang?"

"The circle has nine layers, who can measure it?"

The space shook again.

The fog quickly gathered towards Jiang Ke'er on the bridge, and the wronged souls and ghosts in it were isolated at the edge of the bridge, while the essence of spiritual consciousness and soul power in the fog rushed towards Jiang Ke'er, penetrated into her brows, and rapidly strengthened her soul.

Jiang Keer was able to clearly realize that her perception of her surroundings was rapidly increasing, and her ability to control strength and details was also greatly improved.

Jiang Ke'er closed her eyes. Ming Ling was still reciting the sacrificial prayer in her ear. Judging from her tone, she should have reached the end of the prayer.

In just a few minutes, Jiang Ke'er's spiritual consciousness strength has grown dozens of times! Now, her spiritual consciousness alone is probably no less powerful than that of a Seven Lights Realm expert!

Spiritual energy continued to pour in, and Jiang Ke'er accepted it all with joy.

By the time Ming Ling finished her prayer and the villagers who were also receiving the blessing from the sacrifice left one by one, Jiang Ke'er was mentally prepared to leave.

Huh? Why isn't it my turn yet?

Others had already received the spiritual blessing and left this terrifying underworld, but what about me? Was there a delayed explosion?

Just as she was confused, the Mingzhou Ding suddenly flew out of her inventory on its own!

The small tripod enlarged, and in a blink of an eye it was larger than the entire Naihe Bridge, spanning both sides of the Wangchuan River!

Jiang Ke'er's body flew up uncontrollably, floated to the mouth of the cauldron, and was forced to sit cross-legged in the cauldron!

what's the situation? !

******

After finishing the prayer, Ming Ling was also stunned.

Where is Jiang Keer?

Logically speaking, when she finishes her prayer, all the souls in the formation should return from the Naihe Bridge and return to their original bodies.

Everyone else was fine, except Jiang Ke'er, who was still sitting there blankly, her body empty, as if she had lost her soul.

This situation has never happened before!

Ming Ling quickly closed her eyes, and while the formation was still intact, her soul sank into the remains of the Netherworld.

? !

I saw a huge black cauldron standing at the place of sacrifice, and the light from the mouth of the cauldron shot up into the sky! And all the soul power in the entire Netherworld Remains rushed into the cauldron like crazy, being refined and compressed by the cauldron, and forcibly gathered at a point in the cauldron - Jiang Ke'er's body!

"This tripod! Could this be..." Ming Ling opened her eyes wide. "There are Fengdu, Wangchuan, Buzhou Mountain, and the Samsara Path painted on the four sides of the tripod. This... this is really the Mingzhou Tripod! The legendary Mingzhou Tripod!"

Ming Ling hurriedly left the remnants of Mingzhou.

She gripped the staff tightly, gritted her teeth, and immediately recited the prayer again.

This is a prayer that only exists in legends. She has only heard of it but has never used it. She never even thought that she would use it one day.

In the entire long history of Mingzhou, it has only been used four times.

Ming Ling opened her hands and looked up to the sky and cried out—

"The nine covenants of Tubo, their horns are sharp!"

"The soul is back!"

The elderly people who were participating in the sacrifice were so frightened when they heard the prayer from Ming Ling that they almost died on the spot.

"Ming Ling, are you crazy?"

"This is Lord Tubo's coronation speech!"

Ming Ling turned a deaf ear to him. She closed her eyes and kept chanting.

The bright moon and stars in the sky were all extinguished, no longer daring to reveal the slightest bit of light, while an incomparably vast majesty emanated from Jiang Ke'er!

Not to mention the beginner realm, even the entire Shenzhou continent and even the fairy palace in the sky were shaken by it!

At that moment, all living beings felt a shudder from the depths of their souls - that was the innate fear of death!

"Great is Kun Yuan!" However, after finishing the prayer, Ming Ling did not stop. She shouted again, scaring the elderly people around her to fall down on the spot.

Although there was still room for maneuver after reading the previous part, once the words "Great is Kun Yuan" came out, there was no way out at all.

Kun Yuan, Mother of the Earth, successor to Hou Tu.

The first Tubo who created the entire underworld world was called Hou Tu, which was the supreme title. No other Tubo dared to touch this title afterwards.

This prayer was originally used to commemorate the first Tu Bo. Although it was possible to hold a ceremony in time of crisis in the Underworld to allow the current Tu Bo to inherit the name of Hou Tu, and inherit Hou Tu's power and authority to save the Underworld...but because the Underworld was destroyed so suddenly, this prayer was never used even once.

Thousands of years later, after the destruction of Mingzhou, it was recited by an ignorant young girl.

At that moment, the entire Jiexian Palace fell into deathly silence.

They all felt this wave that was above all souls.

"Tu Bo, no...Hou Tu, why was Hou Tu born?!" Someone spoke in a trembling voice.

That is the focus of all life, the death and reincarnation that all things will eventually move towards...the supreme overlord of the underworld!

It has disappeared for so many years, like a fox demon.

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Soul, Come Back, Tubo's Nine Covenants - from Qu Yuan's Chuci: Summoning the Soul

Great is the Qian Yuan, great is the Kun Yuan! All things are born in harmony with the will of Heaven!

Hou Tu - the full name is "Hou Tu Huang Di Qi, who inherits the virtues of heaven and glorifies the world", is an honorific title for the god of land in the primitive matriarchal society's land worship. It represents the home of the souls of all things and the supreme god who controls the underworld. She is also the mother of all living things who nourishes all things.

Jiuzhou Ding - In the early years of the Xia Dynasty, Dayu divided the world into nine states. Later, Xia Qi cast nine tripods to represent the nine states' political power.

Li Shimin - a politician, military strategist, writer, calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, and an emperor who acted out of interest.

Changsun Qingyue - her real name is unknown, known in history as Empress Changsun, and her reputation in history is basically the antonym of Daji.

Chen Yi - a native of Gaoshi, Luozhou, later changed his Buddhist name to Xuanzang.

Pei Min - the best swordsman in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, one of the three great masters of the Tang Dynasty, and Li Bai's master.

Li Bai——hasn’t appeared yet.