Before long, worry began to weigh on him.
He had sought the Chaos Bead so he could create a small world.
He intended to use the Chaos Bead as the Underworld for the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Now it seemed that this plan of his would fall through as well.
Still, the Dao of connecting myriad worlds contained within it could offer some benefit to the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Wang Shi felt helpless. Was Houtu's fate truly limited to transforming herself into Reincarnation?
His heart brimmed with defiance. Why?
Why did everything have to follow the arrangements of fate?
Could it really not be changed?
Wang Shi's heart struggled in anguish.
He shut himself inside the Buzhou Mountain Divine Hall.
He studied the Chaos Bead, hoping to find an answer within it.
He wandered the Primordial World, contemplating the Great Dao and searching for any possibility of creating a world.
After a long journey, Wang Shi unexpectedly arrived at Taiqing Heaven in the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Suddenly, realization struck him.
"When in doubt, why not ask the Three Pure Ones?"
Even if the Three Pure Ones could not solve it, he could still ask Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Yet he had fallen into the mindset of a lone hero, always believing that he had to resolve this matter himself.
And so, little by little, he had wandered into a dead end.
"Master Laozi, your disciple has come to pay his respects."
The moment his words fell, a flash blazed before his eyes, and he was already inside Taiqing Palace.
"Does something trouble you, my disciple? Tell me at once."
Wang Shi explained, one by one, his insights into transforming oneself into Reincarnation.
The more Laozi heard, the deeper his frown became. Then he sighed softly.
"As Saints, we cannot defy the