Nine Nether Underworld, is collapsing.
There is no exaggeration in this sentence.
It is a reality that is happening.
Inside the Pingxin Hall, dust rustled down.
The pillar that supports the temple and has countless Reincarnation Runes inscribed on it is already covered with spider web-like cracks.
Houtu sat quietly in front of the roulette wheel, with a little dust on her plain palace dress.
Her face, which was always full of compassion and gentleness, was now filled with endless exhaustion and unresolved sadness.
Outside the hall, there were shouts of death and Countless Living Beings's desperate wails.
The boundless wave of Blood-Hued has submerged Naihe Bridge, overwhelmed Wangxiang Terrace, and is frantically impacting the last barrier of Eighteen Layers of Hell.
Filth!
Brutal!
An aura full of greed and ambition, gnawing at every inch of Six Paths of Reincarnation's mechanism.
Ancestor Minghe, that ancient existence born at the same time as her, finally, driven by the ambition that had been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years, launched the rebellion that swept Nine Nether.
The timing was chosen so well.
New World is on the verge of transition, and the entire Primordial World and Law are undergoing violent fluctuations and reconstruction, which gives him an opportunity to take advantage of.
Houtu can feel that his connection with Six Paths of Reincarnation is being forcibly cut off and polluted by the power of the filthy Blood Sea.
She transformed into Reincarnation and gained power comparable to Sage, but she was imprisoned in this small place from then on and was never allowed to leave.
This is her way and her Shackles.
In the past, as long as she was in Underworld and one with Reincarnation, she was invincible.
But now, Minghe is shaking her foundation with his Blood Sea Formation who has understood for hundreds of millions of years.
She became a sacred tree with its roots cut off, and its power was rapidly flowing away.
"Houtu! How long will you continue to struggle!"
A hoarse, cold voice, full of endless malice, penetrated the layers of restrictions in Pingxin Palace and pierced into Hou Tu's soul.
"Heavenly Dao has collapsed, Hongjun has been abolished! Everything in the old era should be buried, including your compassion, Decay!"
"Look at this New World! Humanity's Dao Great Prosperity, thousands of races are fighting for the crossing! It's about man conquering nature, and it's my destiny that is up to me!"
"Your cliché about sacrificing yourself to save all sentient beings should have been swept into the trash heap long ago!"
"Hahaha! You Avatar Reincarnation, trapped yourself for endless years, what did you get?"
"You have nothing but a false name!"
"And I will get everything!"
Boom!!!
There was a loud noise, and Pingxin Hall's door was smashed on the spot by a majestic Blood-Hued force.
The figure of Ancestor Minghe appeared at the door.
He was wearing a Blood-Hued robe, holding two Slaughter Supreme Treasure handles: Yuantu and Abi, and Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus was blooming under his feet.
Behind him is a dense army of Asura with no end in sight, including Mahabrahma, Shiva and other terrifying demon kings who exude the aura of Quasi-Saint.
Each of their eyes was burning with enthusiasm for Slaughter and Destruction.
"Hand over Reincarnation Core and surrender to me."
Ancestor Minghe walked into the palace step by step.
Every step he took made the earth crack and blood spread, eroding the last pure land of the Pingxin Hall into bloody Demon Realm.
"I, I can leave you with a whole corpse, and even let you become my Asura Demon Kingdom's demon queen."
"Wouldn't it be nice for you and I to hold this Netherworld Universe together?"
His voice was full of charity, and he was so domineering that he could not refute.
Houtu slowly raised his eyes, looking at this man who looked like a madman, the compassion in his eyes was gradually suppressed by determination.
"Minghe, turn back."
Her voice was still soft, but it carried an inviolable majesty.
"Reincarnation is the home of the dead souls, the hope of new life, and the cornerstone of maintaining the balance of Three Realms. You are not allowed to get involved."
"Hahaha! Cornerstone? Hope?"
Minghe laughed loudly. He pointed at the chaotic Heavenly Secrets outside the hall and laughed wildly, "The world is about to be upgraded! You, this broken foundation, will soon be abandoned by the whole world! Why are you still guarding it?"
"Stubborn!"
Minghe's patience finally ran out, and murderous intent filled his eyes.
"Since you don't drink wine as a penalty, I will smash your pride and tear your compassion into pieces with my own hands!"
"Blood Sea is so monstrous that the defiled gods destroy the Tao!"
As soon as he put his hands together, all the power of the Netherworld Blood Sea was mobilized by him.
The endless blood turned into vicious blood dragons, roaring and biting the huge Six Paths Reincarnation Disk.
Click... click...
A crisp cracking sound sounded.
Shocking cracks appeared on the Reincarnation disk that carried all the hard work of Houtu and Dao Fruit.
Poof!
Houtu Dao Body was shaken violently, and he spit out a mouthful of golden Divine Blood on the spot, and his breath instantly became weak.
She was mentally connected to the Reincarnation disk. When the Reincarnation disk was damaged, she Dao Foundation was shaken.
"Hahaha! Did you see it? Houtu! You are already dead!"
Ancestor Minghe's laughter became more and more wild.
"Without the blessing of the power of Reincarnation, you are just a trapped Quasi-Saint! How to stop me!"
"Kill!"
He gave an order, and the Four Great Demon Kings, Eight Great Demon Generals behind him, together with the army of hundreds of millions of Asura, turned into a torrent of death that swept away everything, rushing towards Houtu, towards the Reincarnation disk that was about to be broken!
despair.
Complete despair enveloped Houtu's heart.
She can die.
But Reincarnation cannot be destroyed.
If Reincarnation is destroyed, Primordial World billions of dead creatures will turn into resentful souls with nowhere to return, and the whole world will become Ghost Domain.
This would cause her more pain than killing her.
She closed her eyes and tears fell silently.
Brothers... I'm sorry...Houtu... I can't hold it anymore...
Just when her mind was about to collapse, she was about to explode all her Dao Fruits and die together with her Minghes.
suddenly.
A breath.
A breath of Supreme that cannot be described in any language or understood by any concept penetrates the infinite dimensions and Space-Time, and is captured by her Divine Sense that is about to collapse.
The source of that breath is above Nine Heavens.
In a Ruined Temple?
No, that's not right.
It was a Primordial Origin Supreme Divine Temple suspended on top of the entire Primordial World, surrounded by bright Faith Star River!
That breath is so quiet, so nonsensical.
It does not belong to Heavenly Dao, it does not belong to Great Dao, and it does not belong to any known force.
It is existence itself, the starting point and the end of all things.
In front of that aura, it was as powerful as Minghe, and so small that it didn't even count as dust.
Houtu The dead lake in the heart suddenly set off huge waves.
It's that existence!
One finger breaks Heavenly Dao, one glance suppresses eternity, and unlocks the supreme god of Humanity's Dao Era!
This is her last chance!
It's also Six Paths of Reincarnation, the only hope!
Houtu didn't hesitate at all.
At the moment when the Asura army was about to attack, she burned her last half Origin Power.
"Please...Divine Venerable... bless..."
She differentiated into a wisp of Divine Sense that was so weak that it could be extinguished at any time.
This ray of Divine Sense carries her last hope, penetrating the Vault of the Pingxin Hall, penetrating the haze of Nine Nether, Heaven and Earth Fetal Membrane, which penetrated Primordial World, floated away towards Supreme Temple, which was far away but close at hand, with the determination of a moth to the flame.