Inside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the deathly silence lasted for a long time, except for Lu Ya's occasional tiny sobs caused by fright, and the soft sound of golden blood dripping from Di Jun's fingers on the floor.
"Saint... what a saint!"
Di Jun repeated it again, and his voice had changed from the initial overwhelming hatred to an icy coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.
He looked down at the remaining bones and blood in his arms, the ignorant and ignorant young son who bore the blood debt of nine elder brothers, and a trace of decisive pain flashed in his eyes.
"Brother, do we have to endure this Blood Sea deep hatred?"
Tai Yi held Chaos Bell tightly, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the bell trembled slightly, making an unwilling hum.
He would rather carry Eastern Emperor Bell to the Western World, or break into Kunlun Mountain, even if he died, it would be better than the heart-wrenching pain and powerlessness he felt at this moment.
"Forbearance?"
Di Jun slowly raised his head, with an almost cruel sneer on his face.
"The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable. How can we bear it? Hou Yi will die and Witch Race will be destroyed. This is inevitable! But those who hide behind the scenes and use my son's life as a pawn to promote this murder... will also pay the price!"
He gently stroked Lu Ya's feathers, his movements were rare and gentle, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
"However, all saints are just ants. Confronting them head-on at this moment is like throwing an egg at a stone. Not only will you not be able to get revenge, but it will ruin the last fate of the demon clan and play into their hands."
Tai Yi heard this, his chest heaved violently, but in the end he did not refute.
He understood that what his brother said was true.
They had personally experienced the power of saints in the Zixiao Palace. It was an essential gap that could not be bridged by non-magical powers.
"Then... what should we do?"
Tai Yi's voice was a little hoarse.
Di Jun's eyes turned to Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens again, as if they had penetrated the dome of the Lingxiao Palace and saw the heavenly way that controlled everything, as well as those transcendent saints.
"Don't they like to make moves and take advantage of opportunities?"
Di Jun's voice is deep and full of calculation.
"Then I will also borrow their 'power'!"
He looked down at Lu Ya.
"Lu Ya is the last bloodline of my Golden Crow lineage. He is the leader of Sun Star in the future. He has a special status. Grand Pure Sage established 'Demon Teachings', although he doesn't care But his title is here. I will send Lu Ya to Kunlun Mountain, become the disciple of Lao Tzu, and nominally join 'Demon Teachings' to seek his protection."
Tai Yi was startled for a moment, and then his eyes flashed.
"Brother wants to... drag Lao Tzu into Witch-Demon War? Even in name only?"
"Not bad!"
Di Jun nodded with deep eyes.
"Lao Tzu Pure and Inactive, it is not easy for him to be contaminated by Karma. But he lent me Demon Race Destiny Becoming a Sage, which is Karma. If he accepts Lu Ya, it will be difficult for him to completely stay out of it."
"Lu Ya is respected by our demon clan. He has become a disciple of Lao Tzu, and the relationship between Lao Tzu's demon sect and the demon clan will be deeper. At that time, if the two sages of the West want to plot secretly again, they will have to consider whether they will offend this Xuanmen master in the first place. Brother, this is killing two birds with one stone. It can not only protect the land pressure and leave a glimmer of hope for my Golden Crow bloodline, but it can also be used to contain the West, and even... to achieve a subtle balance in the possible confrontation between saints in the future."
Although this move seems condescending, in the face of the absolute strength gap and Blood Sea's deep hatred, this is the most advantageous move that Di Jun can plan for the demon clan and revenge.
Tai Yi was silent for a moment and nodded heavily.
"That's all."
At the same time, Primordial World the earth.
Ten Golden Crows Although nine of them have died, the trauma they caused is shocking.
Rivers have stopped flowing, lakes have dried up, cracks are crisscrossed on the charred earth, countless mountains and forests have been reduced to ashes, and now only silence and desolation remain in the once vibrant and fertile fields.
Countless races of creatures are gone, and those who survive by chance are also struggling with the pain of losing their homes and relatives, and mourning is everywhere.
Ancestral Witch Houtu walked on the devastated land, his steps unusually heavy.
Wherever she passed, she could hear the unwilling cries of the dead souls and feel the screams coming from the depths of the earth.
She is Earth Ancestral Witch, inherits Pangu's Bloodline, controls the power of the earth, and is closely related to the earth Primordial World.
At this moment, feeling the suffering of the world that raised Witch Race and gave birth to All Spirits, her heart ached as if it was being torn apart.
The souls of those who died in disasters have no support and can only drift between heaven and earth, gradually dissipating, or being corroded by evil spirits and turning into ghosts, and will never have peace.
This disorderly demise, this endless pain, gave Houtu's Daoist heart an unprecedented impact.
She found Qingxuan, who was standing on the top of a burnt black mountain, silently overlooking the earth.
"Brother."
Houtu's voice carried a trace of sadness that was difficult to conceal.
"This Primordial World... what Father God was transformed into in the past, was so magnificent, but now..."
Qingxuan turned around and looked at her with soft eyes, as if he had anticipated her arrival.
He nodded slightly, with a hint of sadness in his tone.
"The heaven and earth are filled with murders and tribulations, and all living beings are like rotten dogs. Ten Suns Across the Sky is just a glimpse of the catastrophe."
"Are we just going to let these souls drift away and disappear forever?"
Houtu looked at the vague and transparent shadows in the sky, full of pain and confusion, with deep compassion in his eyes.
"They are also Primordial World creatures, and they also had their emotions and emotions..."
Qingxuan did not answer first, but said.
"There is a way in heaven and earth, and life and death are orderly. However, today's Primordial World has only a place for life, but no place for death. Primordial World is lacking."
"The return of death... the return of death..."
Houtu murmured to himself, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then a strange light gradually lit up.
She seemed to have grasped something key, but it was unclear.
"Brother, I'm having a hard time calming down. Can you accompany me for a walk around Primordial World?"
Houtu raised his head and looked at Qingxuan sincerely.
She felt that she seemed to be standing on the edge of a huge mystery, and the existence of Qingxuan might be able to help her clear up the fog.
Qingxuan took a deep look at Houtu. In the depths of her eyes, which were full of compassion and confusion, he seemed to see a hint of the Dao Charm that was incompatible with this world, but contained supreme power.
He knew that the opportunity for the birth of the "reincarnation" that led to Primordial World's eternal pattern should be in this sister Houtu who has great love.
"Good."
Qingxuan nodded in agreement.
So, two figures began to stroll through Primordial World after the disaster.
They walked through the cracked river bed and saw the withered bones of the aquatic tribe that struggled to death in the mud at the bottom of the river; passed through the charred forest and felt the desperate atmosphere of the giant trees that once sheltered the birds and beasts; they walked through the dead ruins of the tribe and listened to the silent cries of the dead souls in the wind.
Houtu became more and more silent. Her Divine Sense was connected to the earth, and she could clearly feel the pain and disorder sweeping through the world.
She saw that the souls of powerful monks could barely survive, while the souls of more weak creatures could only quickly disintegrate in the wind and True Spirit be wiped out.
"Heaven and earth are unkind... or are heaven and earth inherently imperfect?"
She asked such questions from time to time, and the confusion in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by an increasingly determined impulse to do something.
Qingxuan occasionally speaks. He doesn't speak much, but he always points to the core.
"Where does the soul depend?"
"Where is True Spirit going?"
"The cycle of yin and yang, maybe only between heaven and earth?"
His words were like pebbles thrown into the lake, creating ripples in Houtu's heart, guiding her to think in the direction that existed in the dark and filled the vacancy of Primordial World.
On this day, they walked to the edge of a huge sinkhole. This was the abyss formed by the energy aftermath of the confrontation between Di Jun and Tai Yi and Ancestral Witch.
In the abyss, not only countless rocks, earth and trees were buried, but also countless remnants of souls who died due to this disaster were gathered.
The strong resentment, death energy, and unwillingness are intertwined together, forming a dark area that even sunlight cannot penetrate. The ghosts cry and chirp, which is heart-stopping.
Houtu stood on the edge of the abyss, looking down at the endless blood and darkness below, feeling the overwhelming resentment and misery, and her body trembled slightly.
This is it! This is what it feels like!
The origins of Earth Ancestral Witch and Law of Reincarnation in her body became more active than ever before, creating a mysterious resonance with the earth under her feet and the endless death in the abyss.
A vague and grand idea, like lightning piercing the darkness, suddenly struck into her Sea of Consciousness!
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Qingxuan, her eyes filled with clarity and determination, as well as a hint of indescribable shock and compassion.
"Brother... I seem to... understand!"
Qingxuan looked at the very different Ancestral Witch in Houtu's eyes, which were full of divine and compassionate light, and he understood in his heart.
The opportunity for reincarnation has arrived!