The noise outside was completely shut out by the heavy doors.
The Ten Palace Yama Kings were directing their minions to paint the outer walls of the Underworld Palace pink. The scene was both eerie and bustling, but none of this concerned the two people inside the palace at that moment.
The Reincarnation Hall was empty and desolate.
Only the cloud bed in the very center, carved from a piece of warm jade that had never existed in this world for ten thousand years, emitted a soft halo.
Qin Feng waved his hand casually.
Buzz--
A ripple, barely perceptible to the naked eye, swept across the entire hall in an instant.
That wasn't an ordinary formation; it directly activated the system's shielding function, combined with the Earthly Dao's own highest-level access, creating two layers of protection.
Let alone Hongjun, who only peeks from the Purple Heavens Palace, even if the Great Dao himself came, he would have to pay an entrance fee to see what was happening inside.
"Call..."
Qin Feng let out a long breath, and the domineering and cold "master" demeanor he had in front of outsiders instantly collapsed. He lazily slumped onto the cloud bed.
"I'm exhausted."
"Pretending to be cool is an art, especially in front of a bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world. You have to control your intensity so you don't scare them to death. It's exhausting."
He patted the spot next to him and looked up at Houtu, who was still standing there, seemingly a little awkward.
"What are you standing there for? Come and sit down."
"Since it's just the two of you, stop putting on that saintly air. It's tiring to watch."
Upon Houtu, Houtu's stunningly beautiful face flushed a captivating blush.
She gently bit her lower lip, her figure swaying slightly. The dark imperial robe she wore, symbolizing the supreme being of the Earthly Dao and embroidered with the Six Paths of Reincarnation, quietly disappeared, replaced by a simple yet elegant white Flowing Immortal Skirt that accentuated her figure.
The halo of sainthood has faded.
At this moment, she seemed more like a newlywed bride, still a little shy in front of her husband.
She walked gracefully to the cloud bed, but instead of sitting down, she nestled into Qin Feng's arms.
The movements were so practiced, as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times.
"My husband, you've worked hard."
Houtu's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of flattery. Her Saint Eyes, which usually saw through life and death, were now like pools of spring water, reflecting only Qin Feng's image.
"If it weren't for my husband's intervention, who knows what kind of mess those Western Bald Donkeys would have made of this underworld."
"I... have no way to repay you."
As he spoke.
She stretched out her soft, boneless hands and gently placed them on Qin Feng's chest, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles in that spot.
One lap.
Two laps.
Each lap seems to carry a special rhythm, a kind of magic that can ignite the deepest flame in one's heart.
Qin Feng caught the mischievous little hand, kissed it, and looked at her with a half-smile.
"I have nothing to repay you with?"
"That word is too vulgar."
"Since we're husband and wife, your business is my business. What's this talk about reporting it?"
Qin Feng flipped over, pinning this delicate body beneath him—a body that would make billions of living beings in the Primordial World bow down in worship—and gently lifted her chin with his fingers.
"But..."
"Now that we've cleared out all the outsiders and the atmosphere here is so nice, shouldn't we get down to business?"
"Seriously... is this important business?"
Houtu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing became a little rapid.
She certainly knew what Qin Feng meant by "serious business".
As someone who has just attained sainthood, her understanding of heaven and earth has reached an extremely high level, and she can naturally sense the terrifying power within Qin Feng's body that seems capable of devouring all the heavens at any moment.
That was chaos.
It is the origin of all things, and also the end of all things.
If she is the fertile earth that bears all things, then Qin Feng is the Chaos Storm that created everything.
If the two are combined...
"What? Scared?"
Qin Feng looked at her expectant yet nervous expression and a mischievous smile crept onto his lips.
"Wasn't that slap Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pretty impressive?"
"Afraid?"
Houtu's beautiful eyes widened, seemingly stirred by a surge of competitive spirit.
She was born of the Ancestral Witch, and the indomitable blood of the Father God Pangu flowed in her veins. Even after becoming a saint, that wildness never disappeared; it was simply covered by gentleness.
"I am the master of the Earthly Dao, in charge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. There is nothing in this world that I fear."
Houtu suddenly reached out her hands, hooked them around Qin Feng's neck, and pulled him down forcefully.
Their noses almost touched.
Their breaths mingled.
"Since my husband wishes to 'communicate,' then I will accompany him for a proper conversation."
"I only hope that my husband's chaotic body won't be assimilated by my power of reincarnation."
provocative.
A blatant provocation.
The smile in Qin Feng's eyes deepened.
"Good, very good."
I love your stubbornness.
"Then let's see if your reincarnation can reincarnate me, or if my chaos can fill your Earthly Dao."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Without any foreplay, their souls collided violently in an instant.
boom--!!!
This is not a physical collision, but a profound, dangerous, and beautiful fusion of the great Dao.
In an instant.
The entire interior of the Reincarnation Hall was completely distorted.
A magnificent scroll, large enough to burst the consciousness of Daluo Golden Immortal, slowly unfolded in the void.
On one side is the dark and deep Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate of birth, aging, sickness, death, love, hate, anger, and delusion. It slowly rotates, each rotation carrying the whispers of countless ghosts and the weight of the earth bearing all things.
That is the Tao of Houtu.
Inclusive, composed, and ever-renewing.
She tried to gently envelop Qin Feng like flowing water, drawing him into her rhythm and letting him immerse himself in this boundless land of tenderness.
However.
The next second.
A savage gray current, like an ancient beast unleashed, tore apart the seemingly perfect cycle of reincarnation.
There's no logic to it.
There are no rules.
Qin Feng's Dao is chaos.
It is the turbid chaos before everything was divided, it is absolute power, it is the domineering force capable of crushing all the heavens and myriad worlds.
"Uh-huh..."
In reality, Houtu suddenly raised her head, her long swan neck tensed, and she let out an uncontrollable soft moan.
Her soul trembled.
The feeling was like a calm lake being violently struck by a meteorite from outer space.
Her prized Earthly Dao laws, under the impact of Qin Feng's chaotic power, appeared so fragile, so... vulnerable.
What was originally intended as "tolerance" of Qin Feng instantly turned into passive acceptance.
That Chaos Qi was too domineering.
It charged straight in, forcefully rushing into the depths of her consciousness, repeatedly washing away, reorganizing, and washing away the foundation of her newly established sagely path.
"Is this... is this my husband's way?"
Houtu's consciousness surged amidst the chaotic storm, her eyes glazed over, yet her heart was filled with turbulent waves.
She had thought that after becoming a saint, even if she wasn't as good as Qin Feng, she would at least be able to take the initiative in "communication".
But now she understands.
That's wrong.
That's completely wrong.
In front of Qin Feng, this saintly woman was still as weak as a little girl in need of protection.
But this "weakness" did not frighten her.
On the contrary... it gave her an unprecedented sense of peace and fulfillment.
That's the sense of security of having an incredibly powerful backer standing behind you.
"Focus."
Qin Feng's voice echoed in her mind, tinged with a hint of teasing.
"If you can still get distracted at a time like this, it seems I haven't put enough pressure on you."
With the voice.
The chaotic power surging into her body suddenly doubled.
What was originally just a scouring process has now transformed into a profound fusion.
Qin Feng generously imparted his understanding of the Great Dao to Houtu through this most intimate method.
This is not just about taking, but also about giving.
Chaos gave rise to all things.
On the verge of Earthly Dao, the chaotic power suddenly transformed into the purest nourishment, beginning to nourish Houtu's divine soul.
The sage's foundation, which was originally somewhat weak, became solid and stable at an incredible speed under the blessing of this power.
Those obscure laws that she couldn't comprehend before were now like fruits stripped of their outer shells, fresh and juicy, laid out before her for her to pick.
"Hmm..."
Houtu clung tightly to Qin Feng's back, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
This exhilarating feeling of spiritual elevation far surpasses any earthly bliss.
The strange phenomena within the Reincarnation Hall were becoming increasingly terrifying.
At times, it is a deathly, desolate void.
Sometimes it's a World Creation explosion.
Yin and Yang are reversed, and time and space are reversed.
If an outsider were here, they would probably have their Dao Heart shattered and turned to ashes with just one glance.
I don't know how much time passed.
The devastating shockwaves that were capable of destroying the world finally subsided.
On the cloud bed.
Houtu, like a lazy cat, curled up in Qin Feng, too weak to even move a finger.
Her hair was disheveled and clung to her slightly damp cheeks. Her once clear and cool eyes were now misty with a mixture of satisfaction, weariness, and overflowing love.
Her cultivation level has changed.
Although his cultivation level was still at the early stage of Sainthood, the depth and richness of his aura were more than twice as strong as they had been a few hours ago.
Those were the Earthly Dao saints who had been baptized by the power of chaos.
If she were to encounter a seasoned saint like Zhunti again, even without the advantage of the underworld's home turf, she could still hold her own for a few rounds without being at a disadvantage.
"My husband..."
Houtu nuzzled against Qin Feng's chest, her voice hoarse.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun could not possess such a pure Chaos Origin."
Qin Feng played with a strand of her hair and said slowly:
"The monster's voice is awful."
Call me husband.
"Husband?" Houtu blinked. Although she didn't understand the meaning of the word, she still obediently called out, "Husband."
"Oh, so good."
Qin Feng kissed her forehead with satisfaction.
"As for who I am, that's not important."
"The important thing is, I am your man, and I am the protector of this underworld."
"As long as I'm here, even if the sky falls, I can hold it up for you."
Hearing Houtu, Houtu felt a warmth in her heart and hugged her even tighter.
She didn't need to know Qin Feng's background.
All she knew was that this man was someone she could entrust everything to, whether it was her body, her soul, or even the entire underworld.
"Alright, have you rested enough?"
Qin Feng suddenly patted her smooth back.
"Hmm?" Houtu raised her head groggily.
"If we've rested enough, we should set off."
A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as his gaze pierced through the main hall and looked westward.
"Those two old guys are probably already waiting over there."
"While we were 'exchanging ideas' here just now, I sensed two annoying Spiritual Sense trying to sneak in. Although I repelled them, this kind of voyeuristic behavior must be severely punished."
"And..."
Qin Feng paused, a cruel smile curving his lips.
"We've used up a lot of energy just now, we need to find a place to replenish."
"I've heard that the Eight Treasures Merit Pool in the West is home to many wonderful things, like golden lotuses and koi carp; they must taste quite good."
Upon Houtu, Houtu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
That smile was so captivating, it completely erased any semblance of the saint's dignity.
"My husband is truly..."
"That's the lifeblood of Western Teachings."
"That's perfect." Qin Feng sat up, casually draped the white robe over his shoulders, his movements extremely elegant.
"I just enjoy cutting off people's genitals."
He reached out and pulled up Houtu, who had also straightened her clothes.
"Walk."
"I'll take you to eat at a lavish restaurant."