It took three days to complete the formation's foundation.
Houtu sat kneeling in the center of the Karma Fire Red Lotus, hands forming a seal as she chanted an incantation so ancient that even Dijiang could not understand it.
It was the language spoken when Pangu created the world, older even than the Witch Clan's inheritance. Each syllable stirred an echo throughout heaven and earth.
The framework of the Six Paths of Reincarnation unfurled beneath her feet.
Six immense bands of light extended from the Karma Fire Red Lotus, corresponding to the Heavenly Path, Human Path, Asura Path, Animal Path, Hungry Ghost Path, and Hell Path. Each band contained the power of entirely different laws.
The Heavenly Path glittered with golden light, the Human Path was as warm and smooth as jade, the Asura Path was blood-red, the Animal Path murky and dim, the Hungry Ghost Path a gloomy green, and the Hell Path black as ink.
The six colors intertwined and revolved, carving a vast formation ten thousand li in diameter into the newborn land.
Taiyuan stood at the edge of the formation with his hands tucked into his sleeves, watching the entire time.
Jieyin and Zhunti stood guard behind him. The Ancestor Witches were stationed around the formation to protect it, while Ming He remained silent in the depths of the Blood Sea.
At dusk on the third day, Houtu stopped moving.
The formation's light dimmed along with her movements. The six bands of light trembled violently, as if unable to withstand some enormous pressure and on the verge of collapse.
Houtu opened her eyes.
Her face was so pale it was almost translucent. Her lips were cracked, and her forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat. Three days of ceaselessly channeling the laws had drained most