Houtu gazed at the scenes Ling Feng had revealed. Countless souls wandered through Primordial Heaven and Earth, lost in a muddled haze until they dissipated.
At the Blood Sea, countless wronged spirits and innocent souls had gathered, with nowhere to find peace.
"What did you sense?"
Ling Feng questioned Houtu again.
Seeing this, Minghe tactfully remained silent, leaving room for Houtu and Ling Feng as he watched quietly.
He was also curious about what exactly Ling Feng and Houtu intended to do.
"The souls of living beings either wander aimlessly through the Primordial World or suffer torment in the Blood Sea. If only there were somewhere to shelter them."
Houtu honestly expressed what she felt.
Kindhearted as she was, seeing the beings of the Primordial World denied peace even after death stirred her compassion. She wanted to give their souls somewhere to go.
It was precisely this kindhearted thought that brought Houtu a sudden flash of inspiration.
"A place to shelter the souls of living beings..."
Insight flashed through her mind. Sensing something, Houtu murmured to herself, closed her eyes, and entered a profoundly mysterious state of Dao comprehension.
Seeing this, Ling Feng rejoiced inwardly. He knew he had successfully led Houtu to comprehend the Dao.
"The way of Heaven takes from what has an excess to replenish what is lacking. Living beings belong to yang while alive, and their souls belong to yin after death. Yin and yang are distinct. Souls must have somewhere to go, but that place cannot be in the realm of the living. A separate realm of the dead must be created to accommodate them..."
One profound utterance after another flowed from Ling Feng's lips. He wanted to help Houtu fully comprehend the Dao, so he offered her guidance.
Houtu was clever, too. Upon hearing