Sun Star, Lingxiao Palace.
Dijun and Taiyi sensed the movement on the Blood Sea's side at the same time. The two brothers looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
"Houtu had a conflict with Heavenly Dao."
Dijun put down the Jade Slip in his hand, with an imperceptible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, "She transformed into reincarnation to preach. She was originally the great Merit, but she wanted to confront Heavenly Dao at this time.
Heavenly Dao's will is so vast, how can it be shaken by the newborn Earthly Dao? She made the wrong move."
Taiyi hugged Chaos Bell and gently knocked on the wall of the clock. The bell sounded melodiously, "Wrong or not, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that she is trapped."
Houtu is the only one among Twelve Ancestral Witches who has attained enlightenment, and is also the wisest among the Witch Clan.
If she is trapped in Underworld, Witch Clan will lose someone who can think calmly.
Those reckless men Zhurong, Gonggong, and Rushou will cause big trouble sooner or later without the restraint of Houtu."
"It would be better to cause a big trouble." Kunpeng walked in from outside the hall, Northern Darkness Cold Qi circulated around him, and his voice was as cold as ever.
"Let them make trouble. The more chaotic Witch Clan is, the more stable Heavenly Court it will be.
It is best if Houtu stays in Underworld forever and cannot come out.
A Ancestral Witch of Sage level is always a threat to us."
Dijun did not answer the call.
Of course he hopes that Houtu will be trapped, but he is more concerned about another thing, Earthly Dao. Houtu reincarnated into reincarnation, and Earthly Dao came into being.
Although this power is still very weak, it is at the same level as Heavenly Dao after all.
Over time, as Earthly Dao grows up, will it become another variable besides Demon Clan Heavenly Court?
These are not things to worry about right now, but they are worth paying attention to.
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
Completely different from the indifference of Kunlun Mountain and the gloating of Sun Star, the atmosphere in the Pangu Hall is like a volcano about to erupt, anxious and violent.
Dijiang stood in front of the statue of Pangu, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of worry.
Zhurong was pacing back and forth in the hall, leaving charred footprints on the ground with every step he took. Southern Bright Li Fire was beating uncontrollably on his fist.
Gonggong was sitting in the corner, his face as gloomy as water, and the water around him was surging.
Goumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Tianwu, Bifang, Shebishi, Zhujiuyin.
Eleven Ancestral Witch gathered together, and everyone had the same expression on their faces: anger, worry, and a hint of weakness.
"Sister Houtu is fighting against Heavenly Dao!"
Zhurong stopped suddenly and punched the stone pillar, Southern Bright Li Fire burned the pillar surface with a sizzling sound.
"Why doesn't she come back to discuss such a big matter with us first? What can we do now? Are we just going to sit here and wait?"
"Calm down." Dijiang's voice was low and majestic, "Houtu is not messing around. Her transformation into reincarnation must have violated some of the rules set by Heavenly Dao.
This is a conflict at the rules level and cannot be resolved by fists.
We can't help even if we go there. The only thing we can do now is to believe in Houtu. She is the wisest among us, and she will definitely find a way."
Gonggong rarely disagreed with Zhurong, but said in a deep voice, "Sister Houtu, you must come back safely."
Mount Sumeru, Bodhi Tree.
Jieyin and Zhunti were forced to wake up from seclusion almost at the same time they sensed the movement of the Blood Sea.
It's not that anyone disturbed them, but the collision of the two wills was so strong that even their restriction on staying outside Cave Abode was triggered.
The two flew out of their respective Cave Abode, and when they landed under Bodhi Tree, Fuxi was already standing there, facing West, standing with his hands behind his back, holding the Human Creation Whip in his hand.
"Xuande and Randeng are on the Blood Sea." Fuxi's voice was short and direct, "When Houtu reincarnated, they were on the Blood Sea."
Jieyin was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, "I can feel the aura of Brother Xuande.
He is fine. The aura of Randeng is also there. Also, Pindao sensed the birth of Earthly Dao Will. Houtu succeeded in reincarnation, but some kind of conflict also broke out between her and Heavenly Dao.
The collision just now was her Earthly Dao Will confronting her Heavenly Dao will."
Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief, but still frowned. "Houtu Daoist friends transforming into reincarnations are great Merit and have great compassion.
But when the newborn Earthly Dao confronts Heavenly Dao, she has no chance of winning. Pindao is just worried about whether she will pay any price for this."
"The price has been paid." Fuxi suddenly spoke, his voice a little lower than usual, "She is trapped.
Heavenly Dao does not allow her to leave Underworld. I can feel that her breath is still in the Blood Sea, and has not dispersed or moved.
She's still there. But Heavenly Dao's will has receded, indicating that the two sides have reached some kind of compromise. She didn't lose, but she didn't completely win either."
The three of them were silent for a while. Jieyin looked in the direction of the Blood Sea, clasped his hands together, and whispered, "Brother Xuande and Daoist brother Randeng are fine."
Houtu Daoist friend transformed into reincarnation, and Primordial Wilderness is the great Merit. As for how the relationship between her and Heavenly Dao will end, that is beyond our control."
Chaos, Wa Huang Palace.
Nuwa stood up from the futon the moment he sensed the collision of the wills of Houtu and Heavenly Dao.
Creation Power surged around her, and the pressure of Sage made Azure Luan and Fire Phoenix involuntarily lower their bodies and tremble.
Her eyes penetrated the barrier of Chaos, penetrated the undercurrent of the Blood Sea, and saw the thin but stubborn figure of Houtu.
She was gritting her teeth, urging Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, and using her will Earthly Dao Will and Heavenly Dao to challenge him head-on.
Nuwa's hand pressed on Universe Cauldron.
Both are Great Dao Sage, both are women, and they are both willing to sacrifice everything for their own people. She knows what Houtu is enduring at this moment.
She has experienced the oppression of Heavenly Dao's will, the loneliness and suffocation of competing with the entire Primordial Wilderness enforcement of rules.
Houtu is one of her few friends. He was the fellow Daoist who discussed Daoism with her on Buzhou Mountain. He is the kindest, most compassionate and wisest person among the Witch Clan.
She created Human Race and Houtu to find a home for these undead.
They take different paths, but their compassion is the same.
She couldn't let Houtu bear all this alone.
But at the moment when she was about to step out of the Wa Huang Palace, Heavenly Dao's will came.
Calm, indifferent, but unquestionable.
"Nuwa, this is a matter between Heavenly Dao and Earthly Dao. You are Sage, you are not allowed to interfere in the matter of reincarnation."
Nuwa's footsteps paused.
Creation Power's green light surged around her body, and her fingers pressed firmly on the edge of Universe Cauldron.
She stood at the door of the Wa Huang Palace and was silent for a long time.
She is Great Dao Sage, and she can disobey Heavenly Dao's orders, but she knows that Heavenly Dao's refusal to let her intervene is not entirely based on his position.
Creation and reincarnation are the laws of two realms. If she intervenes forcefully, not only will she not be able to help Houtu, but she may escalate the conflict.
At least Houtu has not been directly suppressed yet.
She slowly retracted her steps and put Universe Cauldron back in place.
She removed her hand from Ding, Creation Power's green light gradually became restrained, and Sage's pressure also subsided.
Azure Luan raised his head cautiously and saw Nuwa standing on the edge of the palace gate, looking in the direction of Primordial Wilderness, as silent as an eternal sculpture.
"Houtu, be safe." She whispered, then sat back on the futon. But her eyes never left the direction of the Blood Sea.
The clones of Xuande and Houtu left Blood Sea, drove Escape Light and flew in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.
Houtu hardly spoke along the way, but looked at the Primordial Wilderness land in front of him that was getting closer and closer, with a depth in his eyes that Xuande had never seen before.
He has known Houtu for a long time, from Ancestral Witch who was sitting alone in the corner in the Zixiao Palace to Wuzhuang Temple Spiritual Root is the Quasi-Saint who silently stabilizes Earth Vein while merging, and Sage who pushes the door deep into the Blood Sea.
She has always been calm, gentle, and calm, but at this moment, she has an extra layer of something that can only be truly understood after experiencing a life and death decision.
The outline of Buzhou Mountain gradually appears in the sky. The sacred mountain transformed from the spine of Great God Pangu still stands tall, supporting the sky and the earth.
At the foot of the mountain, the outline of the Witch Tribe is getting clearer and clearer. The walls made of huge rocks, the rough stone hall, and the rising smoke are all the same as when Houtu left.
When Houtu and Xuande landed outside the Pangu Hall, eleven Ancestral Witch had already gathered there. Zhurong was the first to rush up, and Southern Bright Li Fire was surging around him, making his rough face look uncertain.
He grabbed Houtu's arm with enough force to crush the bones of ordinary Quasi-Saint, but Houtu just looked at him calmly.
"Sister Houtu, what happened over there at the Blood Sea? Your reincarnation has alarmed the entire Primordial Wilderness!"
Gonggong stood behind Zhurong, with the same gloomy expression on his face, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.
Goumang and Rushou stepped forward at the same time, Metal Element Power and Wood Element Power trembled slightly in the air.
Qiangliang, Xizi, and Tianwu stared at Houtu and looked up and down, as if to confirm whether she was injured.
Zhujiuyin stood on the outermost edge, with Law of Time flowing around him like water waves. He closed his eyes and remained silent, but everyone knew that he was the one who cared most about Houtu besides Dijiang.
Shebishi, Bifang and others also gathered around. The eleven faces were all different, but they all wore the same expression - worry.
Houtu Looking at these eleven anxious faces, a warmth surged in my heart.
She wanted to tell them everything.
The catastrophe she saw when she was preaching, the tragedy of Heavenly Pillar collapse and Heavenly River pouring down, Witch Clan heading towards the fate of destruction in Calamity Kalpa.
She wanted to say many, many things and tell them how afraid she was of losing them.
But she couldn't say.
Witch Clan without Primordial Spirit, without repairing Heavenly Dao, the erosion of Karmic Sin and Tribulation Qi will harm them more than Demon Clan.
If she tells the truth about what she saw, this "Prophecy" will become the heaviest shackles of Karmic Sin.
It is directly entangled in the blood of all Witch Clan, and those futures that have not yet happened will become more unchangeable because of her words.
She just shook her head slightly, her voice still gentle and calm. "There were some twists and turns, but they have been resolved. Brothers, don't worry."
Zhurong opened his mouth and wanted to ask more questions, but Dijiang raised his hand to stop him.
Dijiang's eyes stayed on Xuan Merit Body for a moment, then turned to Houtu, his voice was as low and steady as ever:
"The reason why you came from the Blood Sea to the Pangu Hall is probably not just to make us feel at ease. If you have anything else, let's talk about it in the palace."
Houtu nodded slightly, then turned to Dijiang and said solemnly, "Brother, I would like to invite Daoist brother Xuande to enter Pangu Hall together."
As soon as these words came out, all Ancestral Witch present fell silent.
Zhurong frowned, Gonggong's face darkened slightly, Rushou and Goumang exchanged a look. Pangu Hall is not an ordinary meeting hall, it is the heart of Father God Pangu, the holy land of the Witch Clan, and the core of Twelve Dutian Divine Fiends Formation.
For countless Kalpas, except for Twelve Ancestral Witchess and a few Pangu's Descendantss, no outsider has ever stepped into that temple.
Although Xuande has a good relationship with the Witch Clan, they are still outsiders after all.
An outsider entering Pangu Hall is a precedent that Witch Clan has never set.
Dijiang looked into Houtu's eyes. Houtu did not avoid his gaze. There were too many things in those eyes.
There was worry, determination, and something she had never seen on her brothers' faces.
Dijiang looked at it for a long time, then slowly turned around and said in a low but clear voice, "Okay."
He pushed open the Pangu Hall heavy door.
Zhurong opened his mouth behind Dijiang, wanting to say something, but saw Dijiang's determined back and swallowed his words back.
Gonggong glanced at Xuande with scrutiny in his eyes, but he did not object.
Other Ancestral Witch have their own thoughts, but they trust Dijiang's judgment and also trust Houtu.
The moment Pangu Hall's stone door opened in front of Xuande, an ancient breath hit his face and made him slow down his breathing involuntarily.
That was the breath of Pangu, not the majestic pressure of Buzhou Mountain that could support the sky and the earth, but the deeper and more restrained pulse of life.
The entire hall is made of dark red stone walls. If you look carefully, you can see that there are faint vein-like lines on the stone walls that are slowly moving, like the blood vessels of some ancient life.
The space inside the temple is far more open than it looks from the outside, with no ceiling and no edges. Dark red halo of light comes from all directions, reflecting the twelve huge Totem Pillar like twelve silent giants.
There is no written record, but Xuande knows that this is the place where Pangu's Heart transformed.
Here, Heavenly Dao cannot peek, heavenly secrets cannot be deduced, and no external force can penetrate the walls of this hall.
Pangu's will protects his descendants and the oldest secrets of this land.
Xuande stood in the hall and felt the ubiquitous pulse surrounding him.
This pulse has the same origin as Pangu's Pressure from Buzhou Mountain.
They are all the breath of Pangu, but Buzhou Mountain is the backbone, the power to support the sky;
And here is the heart, the source of life.
He was about to continue walking forward when suddenly an invisible barrier blocked him.
The barrier is as transparent as air, but as hard as rock. It is not a killing array, not a restriction, but Pangu Hall's instinctive rejection of those who are not of the Witch Clan bloodline.
Dijiang turned around and was about to help Xuande break this barrier.
Houtu has already taken the first step.
She walked to Xuan Merit Body's side, raised her hand, and gently pressed it on the invisible barrier.
The moment her palm came into contact with the barrier, an inaudible buzz came from deep inside the Pangu Hall, as if some ancient will was confirming her identity.
After a moment, Houtu took back her hand, nodded to Dijiang, and then stretched out her hand to Xuande. A soft light emerged from her palm, turning into a thin film of light and falling on Xuan Merit Body.
That was the breath of Ancestral Witch Blood Essence. Houtu used the power of her essence and blood to cover him with a layer of the Witch Clan's protection.
When Xuande felt that layer of protection falling on him, Pangu Hall's rejection of him disappeared without a trace in an instant, and even the ubiquitous pulse in the temple became a little softer.
He is not Witch Clan, but from this moment on, Pangu Hall sees him as a trusted ally.
Houtu took back his hand and whispered.
She did not explain the origin of this sentence, but Xuande noticed that when she said this sentence, Dijiang's pupils shrank slightly, and Zhujiuyin, who was standing not far away, also slowly opened his eyes.
Twelve Ancestral Witches's eyes met at this moment. No one spoke, but a certain tacit understanding that only they could understand had been reached silently.
Dijiang continued to walk forward, leading everyone through the corridor lined with Totem Pillar, through the dark red pulsating corridor, and arrived at the deepest part of the Pangu Hall.
There are no unnecessary furnishings there, only a huge heart suspended in mid-air.
It is bigger than a mountain, its whole body is dark golden, and its surface is covered with ancient lines. Every time it beats, the whole Pangu Hall trembles slightly.
That is Pangu's Heart, not a statue, not a relic, but the heart that truly belongs to Great God Pangu, which has been beating for countless Kalpas, and has been guarding Fortunes and blood of the Witch Clans.
That invisible barrier and that never-ending heart make this the safest place in Primordial Wilderness.
No one or any will from the outside world can spy on every move in the palace.
Houtu walked to the bottom of the heart, looked up at the never-ending heart of Father God, and was silent for a long time.
Eleven Ancestral Witches spread out behind her, each standing in front of their own Totem Pillar.
Xuande stood at the edge. He knew that he was just a guest and the next conversation belonged to the Witch Clan.
The palace door slowly closed behind him, blocking out all prying eyes from the outside world.
Houtu turned around, glanced at the faces of the eleven brothers, and spoke slowly.
"Brothers, Pindao is back this time and has a few things to discuss with you."
Her voice was not strong, but it echoed in this ancient hall.
Dijiang looked at her in silence, Zhurong straightened up slightly, Gonggong raised his head from the water vapor, Zhujiuyin slowly opened his turbid and deep eyes.
Twelve Ancestral Witches's discussions never require red tape.
And this time, what Houtu has to say will determine the direction of the Witch Clan and countless Kalpa in the future.