The Netherworld Sea of Blood, where the yin wind howled.
Blood-red waves battered the shore's age-old ice, which never melted. Droplets of blood froze into frost in midair, then were scattered into powder by the yin wind. Above the Sea of Blood, resentment soared to the heavens. Countless vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts rose and sank amid the blood waves, wailing in piercing voices that could make an ordinary Golden Immortal lose control of his mind and fall into demonic ways. In the center of this hellish realm stood a towering stone Gate of Reincarnation. Densely inscribed with reincarnation runes, it radiated an immense pressure that commanded the life and death, the reincarnation, of all living beings. The runes kept the resentful spirits and fierce ghosts firmly confined within the Sea of Blood, too afraid to venture even a step beyond.
Lin Yue hovered outside the stone Gate of Reincarnation. Chaos Energy formed an invisible barrier around him, shutting out the bone-chilling cold and the venomous howls. He held the specially made warm jade bottle in his hands and gazed into the depths beyond the gate, his eyes carrying a hint of anticipation and solemnity. His voice had just pierced through the Sea of Blood and reached the Gate of Reincarnation. Now, he was waiting for Ancestor Witch Houtu's reply.
Pangu was the progenitor of the Wu Clan and the one who opened up the Primordial World. Without Pangu's swing of the Heaven Opening Axe to cleave apart chaos, there would be no sun, moon, or stars, no mountains or rivers, and no Wu Clan. Houtu had transformed herself into reincarnation and guarded the order of the Six Paths in the Primordial World. For billions of years, she had silently endured the erosion of resentful spirits and their baleful energy,