The Underworld Path gave rise to merit. From then on, its prestige soared.
The matter here had been settled.
The embers of the Witch-Demon Calamity had yet to fade. The Twelve Ancestor Witches stood proudly atop the shattered peak of Buzhou.
"Fellow Daoist Houtu, I have a favor to ask of you!"
At that moment, Nuwa approached with swaying, graceful immortal poise, her robes fluttering as a look of distress covered her face.
With a light sweep of her jade-like arm, she presented a wisp of a remnant soul before Chen Xuan.
It was shockingly the remnant soul of Fuxi, who had perished in the Witch-Demon Calamity!
Chen Xuan's discerning gaze saw through everything at once, and he immediately understood Nuwa's request.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, rest assured. Your brother Fuxi was destined for this tribulation. Misfortune and fortune accompany one another. Once the Six Paths of Reincarnation are brought forth, I shall send him into reincarnation, where he will find a good destination."
Fuxi would be reborn and attain the position of one of the Three Sovereigns of the Human Clan. This was ordained by Heaven, and Chen Xuan naturally knew it.
After saying this, he accepted Fuxi's remnant soul and placed it together with the North Sea Black Tortoise.
"Then I must trouble you, Fellow Daoist. I... am grateful!"
"Also... regarding the Demon Clan, I..."
Nuwa immediately revealed a grateful expression. When the Witch-Demon Calamity was mentioned, she, as the sovereign of the Demon Clan, knew she could not escape blame. An apology rose to her lips, yet she hesitated time and again.
But Chen Xuan promptly interrupted her. "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, there is no need for self-reproach. All this... was merely due to differing positions. You cannot be blamed. If anyone is to blame... blame the unkind Heavenly