Houtu Travels the Primordial Wilderness

The Primordial Land of antiquity.

A graceful figure walks among the mountains and rivers.

It was Houtu who left Buzhou Mountain to travel.

Initially, she harbored a sense of leisurely enjoyment of traveling.

Mountains are mountains, water is water; all things in heaven and earth have their own unique charm.

But the farther she went and the more she saw, the heavier her mood became.

In the Primordial Wilderness, endless battles and constant strife raged.

One moment the forest is teeming with life, the next it could be reduced to scorched earth by a battle.

The souls of those who died in these battles had nowhere to rest, and could only become lonely ghosts, wandering aimlessly between heaven and earth.

They lost their minds, became dazed and confused, and were left only with the strongest obsessions and resentments they had felt in life.

Houtu stopped in her tracks on a battlefield that had just witnessed a great battle.

The air was still thick with the lingering stench of blood and Baleful Qi.

Countless broken souls, like flickering candles in the wind, drift across this land.

Why is this happening?

Houtu murmured to herself, her face filled with sorrow.

Why do souls have nowhere to go after death?

Why endure such suffering in this world, leaving only resentment?

She couldn't understand it.

No one could answer that question for her.

She continued walking.

Everything I saw and heard was like this.

All things are born, and all things die.

Death is a part of the cycle of heaven and earth; it is an end, but it should also be a new beginning.

But now, that link has been broken.

Living beings only experience birth; they do not truly "die."

The dead, their souls, their obsessions, their resentments.

All of this has become a burden on this Primordial World, accumulating day by day with nowhere to be released.

These negative things accumulate and accumulate, like an invisible tumor, slowly eroding the entire world.

The smile on Houtu's face vanished completely, replaced by an overwhelming sense of compassion and sorrow.

She felt sorrow for the lives lost.

They also felt worried about this world created by the Father God.

In the Netherworld, a force was pulling her, guiding her in a certain direction.

That force was not malicious; on the contrary, it carried a kind of destiny-like calling.

It was as if it were telling her that there, she could find the answers she wanted to know, and the solution to all of this.

She did not resist the pull; following her feeling, she walked forward step by step.

Her speed increased, from walking to speeding, and finally she transformed into a streak of light, piercing the sky.

I don't know how much time passed.

When she stopped, she found herself facing a crimson ocean.

Sea of Blood!

This place was formed from the filthy blood of Great God Pangu's navel, making it the most defiled place in the Primordial Wilderness.

At this moment, the sea of Sea of Blood is filled with the resentment and Remnant Soul of countless fallen beings since the beginning of time.

Countless souls swirled, roared, and struggled above the Sea of Blood.

This is the final resting place for all the vengeful spirits of the Primordial Wilderness.

They were drawn together by some incomplete rule of the universe, and involuntarily gathered here.

Yet it could not be completely dissolved by the Sea of Blood, nor could it find liberation.

They can only sink into eternal torment on this filthy ocean.

Houtu's body trembled slightly.

Not out of fear, but out of profound sorrow.

She looked at the souls struggling in the Sea of Blood; they too had once been vibrant lives.

They have their own joys and sorrows, and their own family and friends.

But after death, they will suffer eternal torment here.

This world shouldn't be like this!

This world, created by the Father God, shouldn't be like this!

An unprecedented and incredibly bold idea.

It grew wildly in her heart, like a wildfire that could no longer be contained.

When heaven and earth are incomplete, all living beings suffer.

This world is missing a link!

I must fill in this missing link for the sake of this world!

I must find a final resting place for all living beings!

There should be a place to accommodate these souls.

There needs to be an order to judge their good and evil.

There needs to be a way for them to forget their past and be reborn!

One... Reincarnation!

When the word "Reincarnation" echoed in her mind, a profound and mysterious realization welled up in Houtu's heart.

The cycle of Heavenly Dao, with birth and death, is what makes it complete.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of another.

She understood.

She knew what she had to do.

She will carve out a world upon this Sea of Blood and establish the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

May all the souls that perished in the Primordial Wilderness find a final resting place!

Those who do good deeds will enjoy blessings and be reincarnated.

The wicked shall go to hell to suffer the full punishment and cleanse themselves of their sins.

In this way, the cycle of heaven and earth, the order of life and death, can truly make the Primordial Wilderness world complete!

This is her path!

This is the significance of her trip!

She will be here, right here on this Sea of Blood, to transform herself into Reincarnation reincarnation and mend the missing link in this world!

However, just as she was about to make her move...

Her Elder Brother Zhou Ming's gentle yet stern voice echoed clearly in her mind.

"Please remember to be careful during your trip."

"If you encounter something you can't decide, or if you have any important ideas."

"You must come back and discuss it with me; don't make decisions on your own."

Houtu's steps abruptly halted at the edge of the sea of Sea of Blood.

The excitement and determination on her face were slowly replaced by calm.

Houtu's hand, which was gathering Magic Power, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The excitement and determination on her face were gradually replaced by a hint of calm.

My Elder Brother's words still ring in my ears.

Houtu calmed down instantly.

yes.

To be reborn into the Reincarnation of reincarnation—this is an extremely significant matter.

How could I be so impulsive as to act without consulting my Elder Brother?

Houtu felt a wave of fear wash over her.

She had been so overwhelmed by that grand sense of mission that she almost forgot her Elder Brother's instructions.

If I were to truly Reincarnation here, how worried would my Elder Brother and sisters be?

She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to achieve great things.

no.

We must go back.

I must first explain this matter to my Elder Brother.

My Elder Brother is farsighted and insightful, far surpassing mine; he will surely be able to give me the best advice.

This will allow us to do this more perfectly and without any mistakes.

With this in mind, Houtu no longer hesitated.

She took one last look at the vengeful spirits below, still wallowing in endless agony.

"Wait for me."

I'll be back soon.

I will give you a true home.

She whispered her promise, then turned and transformed into a streak of light.

They sped off towards Buzhou Mountain at top speed.