Houtu: So You Know About Reincarnation

Houtu's enormous body exuded an even more restrained, profound aura.

It was as if she meant to completely merge herself into this boundary between Chaos and the Prehistoric World.

Whether Lu Jun had truly attained One Attainment, Eternal Attainment was something she could test for herself!

She was still "the guard sent by the Eastern Emperor," and her identity had yet to be exposed. This was the perfect cover!

Lu Jun was at the boundary between Chaos and the Prehistoric World and knew nothing of recent events within the Prehistoric World. This was the perfect chance to fabricate "intelligence" and pry information from him.

Houtu forcefully suppressed her churning emotions. Her colossal body seemed even more solemn amid the Chaos Gas Flow.

She deliberately laced her voice with disbelief and intense unease as she slowly spoke, like muffled thunder rolling across the void: "Sixth Prince, is what you said true? Can the Witch Race truly attain sainthood by abandoning themselves and making some great contribution?"

Her enormous eyes fixed tightly on Lu Jun, trying to catch even the slightest change in his expression.

Lu Jun was focused on guiding stellar power. Hearing this, he merely nodded casually.

His gaze never left the Nascent Stars slowly taking shape, and there was a trace of barely perceptible weariness in his voice. "If you believe, it exists; if you do not, it does not. This is the ultimate principle of the Heavenly Dao, not something I can force. I merely remind you not to underestimate the foundations of the Pangu bloodline."

Clearly, he did not want to delve too deeply into this matter. He felt that a brief mention was enough; too much explanation would only be troublesome.

As for whether they believed him, he had no way to prove it now anyway.

Houtu steadied herself inwardly. It seemed the other party had not grown suspicious.

She immediately seized on his words, raising her voice several notches and deliberately revealing the panicked air of someone "terrified." "But, Sixth Prince! If what you say is true, then it is a catastrophe of heaven-shaking proportions for our Demon Race!"

"Perhaps the Witch Race truly has reached the critical moment before becoming Saints!"

Lu Jun's finger, which was guiding stellar power, paused slightly. At last, he turned his head, genuine surprise appearing in his golden eyes as he looked at Houtu's enormous face. "Huh? The Witch Race has reached the critical moment of becoming Saints? Where did you get such news? That is rather novel."

Yet inwardly, he was speechless.

How could that be possible?

For the Witch Race to produce a Saint, Houtu would have to abandon her Witch Race body, transform into the Reincarnation of the Prehistoric World, and complete the path of reincarnation.

How could Houtu possibly begin making such a grand spectacle of it already?

Besides, even if she became a Saint, she would be Empress Pingxin, bound within the Underworld. How great a direct threat could she pose to the Demon Race?

The key to the Witch-Demon War still lay in the battles between the Quasi-Saints of both sides and the clashes of their grand formations.

Seeing that Lu Jun had finally taken the bait, Houtu secretly rejoiced.

Yet her face became even more "panicked," and she sped up her speech, as though she could not wait to share some earth-shattering bad news. "This subordinate would not dare deceive the Sixth Prince! Before this subordinate was ordered to come and guard the Crown Prince, rumors had already begun spreading through the Prehistoric World!"

"Rumors? What rumors?"

Lu Jun's brows furrowed slightly, and the flow of stellar power seemed to slow by a fraction.

He vaguely felt there was something off about this "guard's" tone, but for the moment, he could not put his finger on it.

Houtu took a deep breath, swallowing countless streams of Chaos Gas Flow into her belly.

Her enormous chest rose and fell, her voice weighted with the gravity of "an urgent crisis." "It is said that because the Witch Race has wantonly hunted our Demon Race brethren and slaughtered countless living beings of the Prehistoric World, the lands of the Prehistoric World have been left with corpses everywhere and living beings plunged into misery, their resentment reaching the heavens!"

"Now, upon the lands of the Prehistoric World, immeasurable numbers of suffering, wailing ghostly souls and fierce spirits have gathered, unable to find release. They howl day and night, stirring Heaven and Earth into unrest, and their resentment has even begun to erode the earth veins!"

She paused, observing Lu Jun's reaction before continuing to weave her lies with a "worried heart": "This subordinate has heard that among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Ancestral Witch Houtu possesses the kindest temperament. Witnessing such a miserable scene, she was overcome with compassion!"

"It is said that she can no longer bear it and is racking her brains for a way to settle and dissolve the endless resentment of these ghostly souls, to calm the Baleful Intent and resentment of Heaven and Earth!"

"She may even... even be willing to pay an enormous price for it!"

The instant Houtu's words fell—

BOOM!!!

It was as though a silent Chaos Divine Thunder had exploded directly within Lu Jun's Sea of Consciousness!

The stellar power throughout his body abruptly froze. The brilliant starlight circling him instantly fell into disorder, violently fluctuating as it flickered between brightness and dimness!

His golden pupils, containing True Sun Fire, contracted to their limit. For the first time, an utterly undisguisable expression of extreme shock appeared on his face!

"What? You mean Houtu is already preparing to transform into reincarnation?"

The word "reincarnation" slipped from his mouth before he could stop it.

Reincarnation?

Those two words were like the first thunderclap at the dawn of Chaos, exploding within the depths of Houtu's soul—a soul capable of bearing the lands of the Prehistoric World!

Her colossal body seemed to turn instantly into an ancient, immovable Chaos stone. Even the surging Chaos Gas Flow around her froze for a moment.

The feigned panic and anxiety were wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand.

All that remained was a pure, indescribable shock rising from the deepest depths of her soul!

He knew!

He really knew!

Reincarnation!

That vague concept she had only caught in a flash of Spiritual Light when she tended to the suffering of all beings and reflected on the hardships Pangu Father God had endured in creating the world.

That ultimate vision she had never fully described to any of her brothers or sisters—not even to herself.

Lu Jun, the Demon Race's Sixth Prince, had actually spoken it so easily, so casually!

Not as a guess, not as a probe, but with the certainty of "Incarnation Reincarnation"!

The only answer was like an icy Chaos Gale sweeping across her True Spirit—the other party had truly "seen through" the future!

He not only knew the opportunity for the Witch Race to attain sainthood, but had also pointed precisely at the deepest, most secret blueprint in her heart!

This ability to perceive the future surpassed every form of deduction, reaching the terrifying realm of near-omniscience!

After the shock came an indescribable chill, accompanied by immense anticipation. Like a torrent where ice and fire intertwined, it instantly drowned Houtu.

She feared the terror of him knowing her greatest secret, yet desperately yearned to learn more about that vision!

In his eyes, where exactly did her path of "Incarnation Reincarnation" lead?

"You mean Houtu Transforms into Reincarnation... can it truly succeed?"

Houtu's enormous voice lost its previous disguise, carrying an urgency and tremor from the depths of her heart that even she herself had not noticed.

She stared fixedly at Lu Jun. Those eyes that contained the weight and ancient vicissitudes of the Great Desolation's earth were now filled with an utmost thirst for an answer.

Hearing this, Lu Jun unconsciously furrowed his brows, seeming still to be considering the situation Houtu had just described—"the resentment of yin souls corroding the earth veins."

He had not yet fully processed the words "reincarnation" that had slipped from his mouth, nor the overly intense reaction of the "guard" before him.

To him, the concept of "reincarnation" seemed like a naturally existing part of the Great Desolation Heaven and Earth's workings.

When Hong Yun fell, did his True Spirit not return to reincarnation?

He had not considered deeply that this "reincarnation" was fundamentally different from the system of Six Paths of Reincarnation Houtu was about to establish at the cost of herself.

At Houtu's question, Lu Jun's eyes revealed a complicated, inscrutable sigh. "Success... how should I put it? It succeeded, but it also didn't."

Houtu's heart sank sharply. The sigh in Lu Jun's tone pressed upon her heart like the heaviest mountain.

It had succeeded, yet it had not succeeded?

Could her vision contain some fatal flaw?

Could this path, which seemed capable of saving countless yin souls, calming the Baleful Intent and resentment of Heaven and Earth, and perfecting the world Pangu Father God had created, actually be a wrong road?

Could it even... bring about an even greater calamity?

Enormous panic seized her in an instant.

That panic did not stem from concern for her own safety.

For those souls who wailed day and night without release, for the stability of the Great Desolation Heaven and Earth, she had long since cast life and death aside!

What she feared was that the path she had painstakingly found might not be capable of bringing salvation at all!

What she feared was that boundless suffering would continue to spread across the Great Desolation's earth, eventually dragging down the entire world!

What she feared was failing Pangu Father God's hopes in creating the Great Desolation, failing to protect this world in his stead!

Unwillingness!

It surged through her chest like underground fire!

She would not accept it!

She would not accept this sole hope being denied!

She would not accept countless living beings sinking forever!

She would not accept the world Father God left behind crumbling into ruin!

"Sixth Prince!"

Houtu's voice abruptly rose, laden with irrepressible urgency. Her immense body even involuntarily leaned forward, stirring up fiercer Chaos Gas Flows.

"Could you speak plainly? Why do you say it 'didn't succeed'? Is this path impassable? Or is there... some enormous hidden danger? And Houtu... what ultimately happened to her?"