The Young Master of the Prehistoric Jiejiao

Chapter 42: Hou Tu is compassionate and embodies the six paths of reincarnation.

"Only by establishing the six paths of reincarnation, using the reincarnation of cause and effect to make up for the damage to the way of heaven, and establishing the order of heaven and earth, can countless creatures who have died in the wilderness have a place to stay."

In the sea of ​​blood, Hou Tu received enlightenment from heaven and knew that his destiny was to reincarnate in the six realms of reincarnation.

"Once I enter the sea of ​​blood, Houtu will no longer be a shaman. So this is my destiny, for the hundreds of millions of creatures in the prehistoric times, and for the witch clan, so what if I die!" Houtu stood in the sea of ​​blood, muttering to himself, Then I looked back and looked at the ancient land, as if I saw the witch clan, the Houtu tribe, the ancestral witch palace, and the Father God.
  After a long time, Hou Tu's aura suddenly became stronger, and the power of the ancestral witch spread in the Nine Nether Blood Sea. The Nine Nether Blood Sea stirred up huge waves, and the huge waves shook the wilderness.

Feeling the vibration of the sea of ​​blood, Ming He, who was in seclusion, immediately woke up. Seeing that it was the ancestral witch Hou Tu who was in a daze, he was very helpless. Since he saw the power of Donghuang Taiyi, he faced the ancestral witch who could compete with the heaven. , the lonely Styx naturally could not be scolded or beaten. He only hoped that the madman from the Witch Clan would leave as soon as possible, and he could only pretend that he did not know the current situation.

The six saints of Shouyang Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Jin'ao Island, Paradise, and Wa Palace all opened their eyes and looked at Houtu in the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood through the infinite time and space.

Each saint had a different look in his eyes. It was unclear whether they were sighing, happy, or relieved. After a long time, the six saints closed their eyes again, and their minds wandered away.

"Today, I will use my body to complete the world and establish the six paths of reincarnation!"

As Hou Tu's voice resounded throughout the ancient world, a ripple appeared in the depths of the blood sea, revealing six black holes, all of which exuded a mysterious aura. The six black holes connected the ancient land at the top and the sea of ​​​​netherworld at the bottom.

Suddenly, from the nine heavens, endless golden light of merit rained down, and flew into Hou Tu's body. However, the way of heaven felt that Hou Tu's actions would contribute to the evolution of the prehistoric world, so it dropped the boundless merit.

The number of merits this time is not even less than the merits of Nuwa's sanctification, and second only to the merits of opening the sky when Sanqing was sanctified.

As soon as this infinite merit entered Hou Tu's body, Hou Tu felt his power skyrocket, directly rising from the strength of the late Quasi-Sage to the Perfect Perfection of Quasi-Sage, infinitely close to the realm of a Saint.

"What can the power of a saint do? It has become a foregone conclusion that the earth body will reincarnate in the six realms."

In the sea of ​​blood, there was no trace of Hou Tu anymore. The six paths gradually stabilized, with the upper part disappearing into the wilderness and the lower part disappearing into the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

The "Six Paths of Reincarnation" and part of the "Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood" formed a new realm, the Netherworld.

The boundless blood sea also shrunk by half, and half of the blood sea turned into a boundless river, which was Naihe River. A bridge appeared on the river, but it was "Naihe Bridge".

At this point, the ghosts floating around in the world have found their home. Countless ghosts floated here, passed the "Naihe Bridge" and entered the underworld.

The six paths are divided into three good paths and three evil paths.

The three good realms: the heavenly realm, the human realm, and the Shura realm; the three evil realms: the hell realm, the hungry ghost realm, and the animal realm.

These endless ghosts enter the underworld, reincarnate according to the rules of the earth, see the good and evil in life, and are constantly reincarnated in the six realms between heaven and hell.

Houtu's body transformed into six realms of reincarnation, which shocked countless living beings. Infinite living beings marveled at Houtu's compassion. The name of Houtu Empress spread throughout the world and passed down through the ages. At this moment, Ming He was about to cry but had no tears. How could he have imagined that Hou Tu came to establish the "Six Paths of Reincarnation"? Now that he is fine, his territory has shrunk by half. If he had known that Hou Tu would do this, he would have risked his life. To prevent Hou Tu from entering the sea of ​​blood.

Now that his Asura clan has become the Shura Dao, his control over the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood has shrunk so much. Even though Hou Tu established the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the origin of the Blood Sea has grown stronger, and there is great cause and effect here, the Blood Sea will never be destroyed. Styx is immortal.

But this also directly blocked his idea of ​​using the Asura clan to achieve enlightenment. How could a new race that had lost most of its family fight in the wilderness and compete with all parties in the world for the destiny of heaven and earth?
  In addition to Ming He's discomfort, the other eleven ancestral witches immediately came to the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood. They looked at the disappearing Houtu and the new six paths of reincarnation. The breaths of the eleven ancestral witches shook the world, and the terrifying breaths were connected. Styx, who was so angry, gave up and hid in a corner of the sea of ​​​​blood, not daring to show even a trace of his breath.

"Alas! Houtu girl."

The eleven ancestral witches looked at each other, and finally Di Jiang sighed. It was too late to say anything now. Now that the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation" is incomplete and without Houtu, the witch clan is facing a huge crisis.

"The most important thing now is to cultivate a new ancestral shaman in one Yuanhui time, otherwise our clan will be in doom." Zhu Jiuyin's face was as gloomy as water, and his voice was low.

"That's right! That's the only way!" Di Jiang looked at the Six Paths of Reincarnation with a complex expression. Finally, he raised his magic power and the roaring sound spread throughout the world, "The Six Paths of Reincarnation was established by Tuzu Wu, the Queen of our Wu Clan, and the underworld is naturally controlled by our Wu Clan. Take charge!”

Thirty-three days, heaven.

Emperor Jun sneered and said: "We have lost one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The legendary 'Twelve Capital Gods and Evil Formation' cannot be arranged. After a Yuanhui, let's see how arrogant your witch clan is!"

"Hahaha! It's exactly what the elder brother said! Without one ancestral witch, the demise of the Wu Clan is not far away." Taiyi laughed, "Everyone! Have a drink with me and celebrate the decline of the Wu Clan!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

In the entire hall, the five quasi-sages, the ten marshals, and the three hundred and sixty-five demon gods all laughed and raised their glasses to celebrate each other. This is really great news, God bless the demon clan!

However, after the eleven ancestral witches of the Wu Clan returned to the tribe, they immediately sent some of the Wu Clan who were willing to guard the underworld to the Nine Nether Blood Sea. The next step was to select suitable Wu Clan masters from the twelve major tribes and train them. For the ancestral witch.

Naturally, the Eleven Ancestral Witches did not dare to neglect this important matter. They took action personally and visited twelve major tribes. After careful selection, they finally found a man named Zhou Ji from the Gonggong tribe. Great witch, among the many great witches, this person's cultivation is not the minority that stands out.

But this person actually has the same soul as Hou Tu, which makes the Eleventh Ancestral Witch very happy. This person is simply the perfect successor to Hou Tu's sister.

Soon, after a short discussion, the eleven ancestral witches each forced out some of the ancestral witch essence and blood, integrated it into Zhou Ji's body, and condensed the body of an ancestral witch for him.

With the body of the ancestral witch, the cultivation level is easy to say. The witch clan rules the ancient land and has countless treasures of heaven and earth. It is not difficult for Zhou Ji to break through to the quasi-sage.

(End of this chapter)