Houtu's Blood Sea, Xuandu and Minghe

The soul of a Heavenly Immortal was called a spirit soul, and after death, it remained a spirit soul.

But Houtu had not transformed into reincarnation, and there was no Netherworld at all, so spirit souls could only wander aimlessly.

How many living beings were there in the Prehistoric World??

That was obviously a lot! Did you think the Myriad Races of the Primordial World were a joke?

How many had died?

A damn lot! Take the last time Pangu True Body appeared. The overwhelming baleful aura had directly killed some weaker living beings, not to mention how many had been shaken to death when he raised his axe and brought it down.

Thus, there were far too many spirit souls in the Prehistoric World! Because the Netherworld had not appeared and no one was managing them, the spirit souls devoured one another and fought among themselves.

In the end, they had evolved into this...

However, once Houtu transformed into reincarnation and the Netherworld appeared, these spirit souls would have somewhere to go.

Sacred Ancestor Heaven.

Chen Tian sat on a cloud bed while Nuwa fed him Spiritual Fruit beside him.

You might ask, where was Little Girl? Chen Tian had long since tossed her to Six-Eared Macaque. Seriously, what was the point of bringing a child into their world for two people to enjoy?

Chen Tian looked at Houtu, and Nuwa suddenly said, "Husband, why are you staring at Sister Houtu like that?"

It was a simple sentence, but... there seemed to be a hint of killing intent in it...

"Ahem." Chen Tian coughed twice and said, "Sister Nuwa, you don't know this, but Houtu is the heaven-appointed Human Dao Spokesperson. She asked me about her path to sainthood several thousand years ago, so I told her to