Just as the Primordial World's saints were hunting the four saints from beyond the cosmos in the starry sky, a Netherworld emerged from the center of the exploded Blue Star, within its core. A figure sat cross-legged atop it, spreading her arms in all directions as the scattered planetary fragments gathered toward her.
She was none other than Houtu. Unable to leave the Netherworld, she could only send a powerful avatar to oversee the Little Netherworld. Yet she discovered that the enemy had actually blown Blue Star apart.
Although Wu Chu had placed countless living beings from Blue Star into the Heavenly Gourd Realm, many creatures without much intelligence still could not escape this calamity.
Many plant demons that had already developed spiritual intelligence also failed to escape.
"Ah! Am I dead? How unwilling I am! The world is so wonderful, and I haven't even had the chance to go out and see it..."
"Can someone save me? Please, boohoo... I don't want to die yet!"
"Why? Why did this happen? Can someone tell me what happened? Where is the Daoist? Where is Daoist Wende? Isn't this land his dojo?"
"Daoist! Please have mercy on me and save me!"
As Houtu gathered these fragments of earth, she could sense some consciousnesses still struggling unwillingly. Their blazing desire to live moved even her.
Especially those who mentioned Daoist Wende. She guessed that when Wu Chu transferred the living beings here, he had overlooked these tiny lives.
This was her man's oversight, and she felt it was something she should make up for.
These tiny lives could not make any sound, but Houtu clearly received the faint yet fervent messages of survival emitted by their consciousnesses.
So she casually reached out and collected all those weak consciousnesses, sending them into the Little