The profound light in Qing Huan's eyes, which seemed to see into the future's destiny, flickered once more, like a galaxy flowing.
Looking at Houtu's solemn posture and the ground restored to its original state, a half-smile appeared on her lips.
That smile seemed to pierce through the mists of time and space before us, revealing a magnificent scene of the vortex of reincarnation opening up in the depths of the netherworld, where boundless Golden Light of Merit.
"Then I shall accept your offer, Houtu Daoist Houtu."
With a slight flick of his sleeves, Qing Huan's movements were graceful and natural. The rare and precious Ginseng Fruit Tree transformed into a warm and refined stream of light, instantly disappearing into his sleeve without revealing any trace of its aura.
"With this matter settled, I still have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."
Qing Huan's figure began to become ethereal and elusive, like the moon reflected in water or a fleeting shadow in the wind.
Just as his figure was about to completely dissipate into the spatial ripples, he suddenly stopped, his deep, abyss-like gaze piercing through the boundary between illusion and reality, firmly locking onto Houtu's eyes.
That gaze seemed to contain an ancient spark guiding the lost, piercing through the thick fog of Karma in the future, reaching a destiny-bound juncture that was bound to arrive:
"However, the Great Dao is fifty, the Heaven Deduces Forty-Nine, and one is hidden away."
Even a seemingly hopeless situation may not be without a solution.
Amidst the calamity of universal suffering, there may Thread of Life.
If one day, the Primordial Wilderness is on the verge of collapse, and your Daoist heart is clouded, trapped in delusion, with the path ahead uncertain and unclear...
Follow this thought, and come beyond the East China Eastern Sea to Yingzhou Island to find me.
At that time, perhaps a glimmer of light will pierce the darkness, dispel the doubts in your heart, and provide this Primordial Wilderness with a chance to breathe.
These words seem to contain heavenly secrets and profound mysteries. They are not only an accurate prediction of Houtu's future destiny and the evolution of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Houtu, but also a firm belief in her own "great Merit" of planning for eternity.
Even without my intervention, Houtu, possessing the compassionate essence of the Houtu's Earth Law, is destined to evolve the Six Paths of Reincarnation. But how long will that river of time stretch?
How much of Pangu Bloodline will the Witch Clan lose in their endless thirst and slaughter?
Given the fiery tempers of her brothers Di Jiang and Zhurong, Houtu will eventually be forced to the brink of despair, forced to seek a sliver of "life" from her. At that time... will be the perfect opportunity to reap Merit and lay the groundwork for the future!
Houtu's delicate eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a deep sense of confusion flashed in her eyes.
"A maze? A chance to catch one's breath?"
Qing Huan's final words were like a prophecy shrouded in mist, obscure and difficult to understand, a stark contrast to his previous straightforwardness.
However, at the very moment this confusion arose, a strange tremor came from the depths of his primordial spirit.
This feeling of excitement carried an indescribable, heavy sense of destiny, which was exactly the same as, or even stronger than, the subtle guidance and inexplicable trust she felt when he explained the mysteries of the Great Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace and when she returned to the Pangu Hall to deduce the bloody future of the Witch Clan.
It was as if an invisible hand had already tied a crucial knot in the threads of her destiny.
Despite not understanding why, she met Qing Huan's penetrating gaze and nodded solemnly.
As she nodded, the earthy yellow ripples beneath her bare feet instantly solidified and transformed, outlining an ancient, mysterious Pangu divine pattern that represented the highest promise and will of the Witch Clan!
This is a silent response, and also a trust ingrained in our blood.
After all, Qing Huan's seemingly abrupt words were always proven to contain hidden meanings and pointed directly to the core issue.
This strange trust had already taken root and sprouted in the countless deductions she made after returning to the Pangu Temple following the end of the third lecture at the Purple Cloud Palace, becoming an indelible mark deep within her Dao heart.
"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist. Houtu... will remember it."
She responded in a deep voice, her tone as steady as the earth, yet beneath that steadiness surged a profound yearning for the unknown destiny.
"Good!"
Qing Huan's clear voice rippled through the space, leaving behind a lingering echo:
"Then, I'll take my leave first." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure, along with the last trace of his Primordial Pure Qi, vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed here at all.
All that remained was a Houtu of devastation at Wuzhuang Temple, now partially restored, and Houtu standing motionless, lost in thought.
She gazed at the void where Qing Huan had disappeared, rippling with subtle spatial ripples, and remained silent for a long time.
He looked down again at the divine patterns on his feet, symbolizing promises and trust, and the blue bricks beside the patterns, which had been perfectly restored by the Wu Tu Essence Qi.
At the fingertips, a wisp of pure, dark, and mysterious primordial energy coiled, swirled, and flickered like a serpent, as if silently deducing and questioning the "mystery."
Behind the "breathing room" lies a profound meaning capable of overturning the Primordial Wilderness world.
The shattered mountains and rivers surrounding Wuzhuang Temple seemed to grow even quieter because of her deep, abyss-like thoughts. A grand and ancient pulse, originating from the deepest part of the earth's veins, faintly emanated, like the first heartbeat of the Earth Mother Goddess about to awaken from her long slumber.
Yingzhou Island is located in the far easternmost part of the Eastern Sea, and it is difficult to find except by those from the Great Luo.
When Qing Huan tore through the void and descended upon the summit of the Main Peak, the once silent Dao Field suddenly erupted in commotion.
The vast expanse of blue waves protects the solitary peak, and the rich spiritual energy is like a tangible rain. The rare flowers and herbs that grow on the spiritual veins stretch their branches and leaves, emitting clear and melodious sounds, as if welcoming the Dao Lord back to his position.
Step straight into the Chu Yuan Palace at the summit.
The Yin-Yang Fish Talisman Seal, dormant for tens of thousands of years, sensed its master's return. It hummed and vibrated, the two fish swimming tail to tail, inhaling and exhaling Chaos Qi, and the door suddenly opened.
The Cave Mansion is a world unto itself, with the illusory images of the Sun, Moon, and Stars on the dome rotating endlessly according to mysterious trajectories.
The ground is filled with Yin-Yang spiritual springs, as pure as mercury. The black and white energies, like ancient dragons and snakes, chase, intertwine, separate, and generate each other in the springs, constructing the most primordial Tai Chi chaotic picture.
With a slight thought, the Ginseng Fruit Tree, the most precious treasure of Wuzhuang obtained from the ashes of calamity, slowly appeared.
Its entire body exudes a warm, jade-like luster, and the primordial aura of the Yi Mu Origin emanating from its branches and leaves is profound and powerful, brimming with vitality like the sea.
Qing Huan's expression was solemn. His hands formed hand seals like weaving through flowers, and his words roared like thunder, "Universe and Earth transform into a furnace, the Spiritual Pivot returns to its place!"
Vast Magic Power drew upon the celestial radiance of the anime and the spiritual springs of the earth's veins, and countless brilliant threads of light intertwined to form a net, gently enveloping the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
The giant tree slowly sank, its gnarled roots digging deep into the spring, greedily drawing upon the original power of this Yingzhou Island.
The tree trunk shone brightly, instantly resonating completely with the spiritual veins of the entire Cave Mansion and island.
Countless Innate Dao Patterns flickered among the branches and leaves, and the projections of the Sun, Moon, and Stars on the dome suddenly accelerated their rotation, unleashing a torrent of pure primordial energy!
The already extremely rich Daoist aura within the Cave Mansion instantly increased tenfold!
The giant tree, rooted in the spiritual spring, has become the pivot of this world, and the Primordial Chaos Array has finally reached perfection!
Qing Huan sat cross-legged in the center of the spring, which was covered by the tree canopy, with his eyes lowered and his primordial spirit sinking into the Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness.
Primordial Chaos Undivided, before all things took shape, there was only a fundamental unity of opposites, which was the beginning of the Yin-Yang Great Dao.
At this moment, under the nurturing influence of the Ginseng Fruit Tree's harmonizing and amplifying primordial Dao, two giant fish traversing the starry river slowly manifested deep within the sea of consciousness.