Great Dao merit rained down upon the Netherworld World, illuminating the entire shadowy realm with chaos-colored light until it was as bright as day.
The Six Paths Reincarnation Disk grew ever more stable under the blessing of merit, as did the Hall of Judgment, the river of the dead, Naihe Bridge, the Flowers of the Other Shore, and Meng Po Pavilion.
Every facility in the Netherworld radiated a gentle yet profound light of law as merit suffused it.
The departed souls that had just drifted over from the Blood Sea's turbid fiendish energies were washed in the rain of merit light.
The resentment and obsessions clinging to them gradually dispersed, like wandering children who had finally found their way home.
Houtu stood before the Hall of Judgment, holding the mass of Great Dao merit that belonged to her in both hands.
The light of merit flowed through her palms, its chaos-colored radiance illuminating her gentle, dignified face.
She was already a mid-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
The moment the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk took shape and Reincarnation Law became part of the Heavenly Dao's order, the merit entering her body had helped her break through her bottleneck.
But rather than absorb all the remaining merit, she slowly turned to look at the eleven elder brothers and sister standing behind her.
Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Xuan Ming, Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu-the eleven Ancestral Witches, her closest kin, born alongside her from Pangu essence blood.
"Brothers, Sister."
Houtu's voice remained soft and gentle, yet carried an unquestionable resolve.
"After Father God's phantom severed the shackles on your True Spirits, it became possible for you to develop Primordial Spirits.
"But your fiendish qi is too heavy. It would take long years of accumulation before the waters