Prehistoric: The female saint Shiji, brilliant and talented

When Nuwa put away her magical powers and Shiji reappeared, Minghe's breathing became heavier.

"Just as I expected, the black-robed quasi-saint is the one who caused the chaotic phenomenon!" Minghe said in his heart.

Not long ago, he happened to witness Houtu condensing the six realms of reincarnation and Shiji entering into meditation and enlightenment.

However, Shiji's traces were soon erased by Nuwa, until Minghe saw Nuwa put away her magical powers again and Shiji returned to Nuwa and Tongtian, and he finally confirmed it.

Minghe was shocked that an enlightenment could trigger a chaotic phenomenon that changed the entire situation of the prehistoric world.

He searched quickly in his mind, but could not find any information about the young man in black robe.

"How is this possible?" Minghe's eyes were full of confusion. There were few strong people in the prehistoric world of cultivation, and even fewer strong people at the quasi-saint level. However, he knew nothing about this black-robed quasi-saint.

Minghe suddenly remembered a rumor that a disciple with great opportunity appeared under the Three Pure Ones Sect. Not only was he accepted as a personal disciple by Tongtian, but he was also adopted as a son by Nuwa.

There are even rumors that Yuanshi Tianzun of Yuxu Palace is also on good terms with that disciple.

"If this black-robed quasi-saint is the man in the rumors, then he must have four saint-level strongmen supporting him!" The more Minghe thought about it, the more incredible it became. Looking at the entire prehistoric world, who else has such a strong background?
Although Minghe has confirmed that the black-robed quasi-saint is the one who caused the chaotic phenomenon, he still dare not easily draw a conclusion.

After hesitating for a long time, a strange look gradually appeared in his eyes.

As Hou Tu achieved the Dao of Hun Yuan, Minghe felt a sense of crisis. Although he was a congenital saint, his cultivation had only reached the middle stage of quasi-saint.

Looking at the black-robed quasi-saint above the sky, Minghe seemed to see hope for further progress in his future.

So, when Shiji and others were joking with each other above the edge of the sea of ​​blood, the Styx emerged from the sea of ​​blood again and slowly rose in front of them.

"Minghe greets Nuwa and Hou Tu." Minghe saluted Nuwa and Hou Tu first, and then saluted Yaochi Saint, Xihe Fairy, Changxi Fairy, and Kunpeng Taoist.

Finally it was Shiji's turn. Minghe asked solemnly, "What is this fellow Taoist's name?"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they saw this.

Minghe's action almost overturned their traditional understanding of him.

You must know that most of the hundreds of billions of dead souls in the sea of ​​blood are prehistoric creatures killed by the Styx himself.

Nuwa and the others were alert. Shiji responded calmly, "Shiji."

Minghe was overjoyed, at least he had taken the first step towards currying favor. However, Nuwa and Houtu's eyes turned cold, obviously seeing through Minghe's intentions.

Minghe was keenly aware of the hostile looks from the two super powers, and quickly took a half step back to show that he had no ill will towards Shiji. Sure enough, the hostility in Nuwa and Houtu's looks gradually dissipated.

"When my fellow Taoist attained enlightenment, he caused amazing phenomena. I was touched by what I saw and my cultivation level increased, so I came here to express my gratitude." Minghe had already thought of an excuse for his appearance.

A strange look flashed in the depths of Shiji's pupils. He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Ming River.

At the same time, this was also the first time that he was truly exposed to the innate sacredness of the ancient times.

"You have figured out the secret on your own, so there is no need for you to thank me." Shiji responded.

At this time, Xihe asked from the side: "Daoyou, please speak frankly if you have anything to say."

After these words were spoken, Nuwa and Shiji felt a deep understanding in their hearts.

Minghe had a premonition that Xihe and Shiji had a special relationship, so he quickly responded.

"I came here this time to express my gratitude to Daoist Fellow Shiji and to give him a sincere gift."

As soon as Minghe finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a blood-colored storage ring instantly condensed in his palm, and then slowly floated towards Shiji.

Amid the surprised and puzzled gazes of the crowd, Shiji hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the blood-colored storage ring and putting it in his pocket. He knew that there was no reason to refuse such a great gift that was delivered to his doorstep.

When he was promoted to Quasi-Sage, Shiji melted and absorbed all the natural treasures he got in order to maintain the perfection of his realm. Now, he has almost nothing in his hands, and the treasure in this storage ring is undoubtedly a great supplement for him.

Shiji released a ray of spiritual consciousness and probed into the storage ring. He was instantly shocked by the astonishing number of natural treasures.

As the ancestor of the sea of ​​blood, the Styx has survived for countless years. The generosity of this gift is comparable to the sum of all the gifts given by Houtu and Yuanshi before, which is really beyond Shiji's expectations.

Shiji's joy was beyond words, and Nuwa and others quickly understood what had happened.

"Fellow Daoist, since you have given me a great gift, is there anything else?" Xihe asked at the right time, and his words seemed to imply that Minghe could leave.

Minghe coughed twice, trying to hide his embarrassment, and then said: "I was unable to greet the Saint Tongtian in time when he came. I wonder if you can send your regards for me?"

Shiji smiled slightly. He naturally heard the temptation in Minghe's words.

But now that he has become a quasi-saint, he is much more confident, so he frankly acknowledges his master-disciple relationship with Tongtian.

Minghe was shocked when he heard this. Although he had imagined such a scene countless times, he was still shocked to hear Shiji admit it in person. He immediately clasped his hands and bowed, his attitude becoming more respectful.

Shiji smiled faintly and waved his hand, looking quite a hermit. Minghe's reaction was all within his expectations.

"Brother Dao, you have come from afar, what are you doing here?" Minghe seized the opportunity and continued to ask. At the same time, he called Shiji "Brother Dao", which invisibly raised his status and position.

Shiji's response was flawless, saying that he just traveled here from a long distance and it was just a coincidence.

Seeing this, Minghe finally stated his purpose: "If you don't mind, I can be your guide to the Western Land." All the preparations he had made before were for the purpose of following Shiji and getting closer to him.

However, although Minghe's plan was sound, his suggestion did not mean much to Shiji and others. Nuwa, Houtu and others were all innate gods from the wild land, with strong fighting power and no one dared to provoke them.

Seeing Minghe like this, Hou Tu opened her mouth and rejected his proposal. Although Minghe felt disappointed, he was not discouraged, but said that he would go to Jinao Island to pay a visit to Shiji in the future. Seeing this, everyone bowed to Minghe in return. A flash of blood passed by, and Minghe fell back into the sea of ​​blood and disappeared.

Everyone felt relieved, but then they focused their attention on Hou Tu again, because the blood-red light in Hou Tu's pupils became brighter and brighter, which was totally inconsistent with her identity as an ancestor witch.

Shiji was very suspicious when she saw this, fearing that Houtu would have another accident. Houtu looked solemn and said that she felt a will from the netherworld calling her, but it was definitely not a fusion.

Shiji and the others were shocked and doubtful when they heard this, but since Hou Tu said so, they decided to go to the netherworld to find out for themselves.

Then, the law of reincarnation and the law of earth in Hou Tu's body burst out one after another, transforming into twelve wings that blessed her. A law mark appeared between her eyebrows, and she whispered, "Open, the gate to the underworld!"

Suddenly, an illusory gate to the underworld appeared in front of me. It was blood red in color, with mysterious totems engraved on both sides.

Hou Tu was the first to step in, followed by Shi Ji, Xihe, Chang Xi, Yao Chi and Kun Peng.

As the supreme being in the holy realm, Nuwa was the last one to enter the gate of the underworld in order to protect everyone.

When everyone disappeared, the gate to the underworld also disappeared.

There was no trace of them anymore between heaven and earth, as if they had never appeared.

In the land of the Wu Clan, the Wu Clan celebrated because Hou Tu had achieved the Dao of Hun Yuan. Not only did Hou Tu not reincarnate, but she became the first Hun Yuan Daluo Jinxian of the Wu Clan, which shocked all the ancestors of the Wu Clan and they celebrated this event together.

Like other members of the witch clan, the eleven ancestor witches gathered in Pangu Temple to celebrate the grand event of Hou Tu's enlightenment and sanctification.

Among this group of ancient witches, only Di Jiang remained calm, his eyes always fixed on the direction of the sea of ​​blood.

The moment Hou Tu attained the state of Hun Yuan, Di Jiang keenly sensed a strange change in Hou Tu's blood inheritance. The blood of this change was as strong as that of the Ancestral Witch, which puzzled him deeply.

At this moment, in the netherworld of the primeval Yin pole, although the six reincarnations had been opened up, it was still in chaos. Completely different from the primeval Yang world, the creatures that entered the netherworld were full of hostility.

When Hou Tu and his companions passed through the Netherworld Gate and entered the Netherworld, they appeared above the world, overlooking the countless prehistoric souls below.

Even a great power like Nuwa could not help but feel her scalp tingling. The dead souls were scattered all over the world, and the crowds were like a sea of ​​smoke.

Six gates of reincarnation stand at the end of the netherworld. The dead souls line up in long queues and continuously flow into the gates. It seems orderly, but it is actually chaotic.

Shiji frowned, he understood why Houtu said that this world was calling her. He looked around and felt the authentic will that merged into the netherworld. It was this will that called Houtu here, hoping that she could establish a complete reincarnation order.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from Hou Tu's body, causing a huge ripple containing the power of Hunyuan.

The ripples turned into blood-red light waves, and Hou Tu's face showed compassion.

As time went by, the ripples of the laws on Hou Tu's body continued to spread, and the sound of the collapse was earth-shaking, resounding throughout the entire underworld.

Seeing this scene, Nuwa and the others' expressions changed drastically, thinking that Hou Tu was about to reincarnate again. Nuwa's saintly cultivation suddenly rose in her body, and she wanted to forcibly stop Hou Tu.

However, Shiji's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Nuwa's spell. He said in a calm tone that although the netherworld was opened, the order of rebirth was incomplete, so let Hou Tu complete it all.

Nuwa was well aware of the blood connection between Shiji and Houtu, and seeing Shiji so calm, she knew the situation was not out of control.

So, she put away her saintly cultivation and watched Hou Tu slowly walk towards the center of the underworld.

The breath of the law of reincarnation emanating from Hou Tu made all the dead souls stop. They stared at Hou Tu fanatically, as if she was a god who could bring them infinite power.

Hou Tu, in the name of the Lord of Reincarnation and the Lord of the Underworld, announced the opening of the six realms of reincarnation and the creation of the netherworld, and countless dead souls knelt on the ground and bowed down.

Afterwards, Hou Tu used the soul of the underworld to open the Yellow Springs, and a giant python broke out of the ground and turned into the Road of the Underworld.

Then, she condensed the true meaning of reincarnation, and the Wangchuan River appeared, connecting to the Yellow Spring Avenue. Finally, with the true meaning of earth, the Naihe Bridge appeared, shocking Nuwa and her group.

Shiji stared at the Naihe Bridge and suddenly said, "It's still a little short of perfection." Nuwa was shocked when she heard this and didn't understand what he meant. However, Houtu seemed to sense something. She looked at the Naihe Bridge with a bloody gaze, and gradually a bright color appeared in her eyes.

Hou Tu injected a drop of blood from the blood of the ancient witches to create Meng Po, and gave her a name and duties. Meng Po guarded the Naihe Bridge and used the water of Wangchuan to make Meng Po soup, so that the dead souls would forget their past after drinking it. Even the dead souls of the fierce beasts that once stood at the top of the prehistoric world lost their hostility and violence after drinking Meng Po soup.

Shiji looked at Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge and understood. He murmured to himself, "Is this the real Meng Po?" He knew very well that a being that could suppress countless departed souls could not be an insignificant fairy.

Then, Hou Tu's actions shocked everyone again. The twelve wings of the law behind her fluttered wildly, stirring up a huge dust storm. In just three breaths, the aura of the law of earth in her body climbed to a level that no creature in the prehistoric world had ever reached.

The rumbling sound of the tunnel arose again. Hou Tu, based on her cultivation of the third level of Hunyuan, connected with the will of the underworld again and drove the law of earth to descend upon the underworld.

Under the astonished gazes of countless creatures, a huge netherworld city rose from the ground at the place where the Law of Earth descended, majestic and spectacular. The tunnels kept roaring, and blood-red thunder quietly accumulated above the huge city, spreading to the surrounding area of ​​billions of miles.

Hou Tu's fingertips flickered and danced in the air, eventually condensing into two ancient characters that slowly fell onto the plaque of the giant city - "Yingdu". She did not hesitate to spend her own blood and energy to create several powerful underworld beings close to the quasi-saint level, and descended into Yingdu.

The city of Yingdu stands in the center of the underworld, with the Naihe Bridge in front and six gates to the afterlife in the back, providing a resting place for the souls of the dead.

Hou Tu knew very well that without judgment and punishment, the underworld would not be complete in the cycle of reincarnation.

So, she used the power of divine punishment to create a small world in the shape of an eighteen-story pagoda and broke into the city of Yingdu. This was the eighteen-level Shura Hell, representing the ultimate punishment of the underworld.

As time went by, the netherworld gradually took shape. Hou Tu created one netherworld after another, such as the Three-Life Stone, Ghost Gate, and Wrongful Death City.

The creation of these netherworld orders also caused songs to be heard throughout the netherworld, telling the mysteries of the netherworld and reincarnation.

When the last ballad sounded, a melodious and vigorous sound of the avenue bell rang through the netherworld. Red spider lilies emerged from the earth, and countless purple flowers condensed on both sides of the Yellow Spring Road.

The sound of Buddhist scriptures floated, and the order of the netherworld's will began to operate. Countless souls followed the Yellow Spring Avenue, Ghost Gate, Naihe Bridge, and Sansheng Bridge. (End of this chapter)