Houtu Sacrifices Herself to Become Reincarnation

Following her curiosity, Houtu concealed her aura and submerged into the Blood Sea.

Along the way, Houtu also saw countless Asura Race in the Blood Sea.

Houtu declined to comment on the fact that male Asura were all blue-faced and fanged, with bizarre shapes, while female Asura were graceful and charming.

After all, the Asura Race was created by the Ancestor Minghe.

What form he takes is a matter for the Ancestor Minghe.

However, in the Houtu, Houtu's gaze towards Minghe, this Quasi-Sage, will likely be much more strange.

Along the way, she gradually gained some understanding of the Asura Race.

Perhaps because this race has never left the sea of the Blood Sea, the entire race's temperament is extremely... pure!

Male Asura are brave and fierce; they are either fighting or on their way to fight every day.

Female Asura are beautiful and can unconsciously use seductive Technique Method. More than 80% of the battles fought by male Asura are caused by female Asura.

If that's all, it's nothing.

There were many warlike races in the Primordial World. Putting aside others, the Witch Race, from the Ancestral Witch and Great Witch to the young Witch Race who had just come of age, all of them were warlike and courageous.

But when the Asura Race fights, they really go all out.

Even friendly sparring, or a minor conflict, can easily escalate into a life-or-death battle.

But once the battle is over, regardless of whether a winner or a loser has been decided, or whether life or death has been determined...

Both sides will stop simultaneously, and the ruthlessness of the previous battle will be almost completely undetectable.

In cases where life and death are separated, the living will protect the soul of the dead from being harmed by the waters of the Blood Sea before returning to the Blood Sea.

This puzzled Houtu greatly.

"The reason must be there..." Houtu's gaze couldn't help but turn to the bottom of the Blood Sea, to the abyss-like Blood Sea.

A hint of hesitation appeared in Houtu's eyes.

The Blood Sea was vast and boundless. As Ancestral Witch, she concealed her aura and entered the Blood Sea. Even the Ancestor Minghe of the Blood Sea, could not detect her without careful investigation.

But...

If she intends to travel to certain important locations within the Blood Sea, being discovered is inevitable.

After a slight hesitation, Houtu's curiosity outweighed her worries.

Although war-weary, after tens of thousands of battles, Houtu had unknowingly developed the domineering nature of the Witch Race as a dominant force.

Houtu herself was aware of this, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

As Ancestral Witch and a descendant of the father god Pangu, what's wrong with her being a little domineering? Besides, the Primordial World is inherently a place where the strong prey on the weak.

With this thought in mind, Houtu no longer hesitated, turned her body, and swam downwards.

The Blood Sea was deep and dark. Houtu herself cultivated the Great Dao of Earth and was not very good at water. It took her several days to gradually approach the Blood Sea.

When Houtu arrived at the bottom of the Blood Sea, she was stunned by the sight before her.

"This is..."

What appeared before Houtu was not the crimson sea of the Blood Sea that had flowed along the way, but a pitch-black, filthy pool as black as mud.

Countless remnant souls struggled and howled in this 'quagmire,' like endless evil spirits struggling to descend upon the human world.

Houtu's gaze pierced through the filthy swamp.

She saw countless more remnant souls than those at the top of the swamp, mired motionless in the mud.

Those were the last remaining remnants of their will and consciousness, their souls completely obliterated by the Blood Sea.

Even the Houtu Ancestral Witch's eyesight couldn't immediately discern how many remnant souls were in the swamp.

Even that vast, filthy 'quagmire'.

It was clear that he had been sinking in the Blood Sea for countless years, his soul completely obliterated, and ultimately merged into the waters of the Blood Sea.

"Houtu Daoist Houtu, instead of staying in the Witch Race, how come you have time to come to this Netherworld Blood Sea of my village?"

The figure of the Ancestor Minghe materialized not far in front of Houtu, bowed respectfully, and then asked softly.

"Greetings, Fellow Minghe Styx."

Houtu returned the gesture with a bow.

"Being confined to the clan for so long inevitably led to some boredom, so I wandered around the Primordial World and unintentionally came to the Netherworld Blood Sea."

Houtu dared not be negligent in the slightest towards a Quasi-Sage, especially one who had severed his two corpses.

"Unintentionally... Houtu Daoist Houtu, this is not a place you can come to by chance!" Minghe said with a half-smile.

"Fellow Minghe, I wonder why there are still these remnant souls here..." Houtu didn't answer, but instead pointed to the 'black pool' below and couldn't help but ask.

"This place? This is merely an extremely yin area in the Primordial World, where most of the Yin Qi in the Primordial World converges."

"As for those remnant souls, they are merely the remnant souls of beings who perished in the Primordial World, arriving along with the Yin Qi."

The Minghe made no attempt to hide anything.

This was not a secret in the Primordial World; if Houtu had investigated it a little, she would have understood it quickly.

"The remnant souls of beings who perished in the Primordial World!"

Houtu was somewhat stunned, and a deep sorrow welled up in her eyes as she looked at the endless remnant souls below.

At this time, not all of the Primordial World, but eight or nine out of ten of the creatures that perished could be linked to the war between the Lich King and the Demon King.

Here...

How many remnant souls appeared here because of the Witch Race?

"Houtu Daoist Houtu?" Minghe, standing to the side, looked at Houtu, whose eyes revealed endless sorrow, and couldn't help but wonder.

After death, the souls of the Witch Race return to heaven and earth; no, according to the Witch Race, they return to Pangu.

Although there are many lingering souls here, none of them belong to the Witch Race. Why then is Houtu so sorrowful?

"Minghe Styx, are these endless remnant souls destined to wallow here forever, ultimately turning into mud?"

Houtu suppressed the endless sorrow in her heart and said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to do something for these remnant souls."

"Of course not!" Minghe looked at Houtu strangely, then shook his head.

"In the beginning, these remnant souls were attracted here and could only languish here. In fact, to prevent the 'sludge' below from polluting the Blood Sea, I would clean it regularly."

"But later, I created the Asura Race from the Blood Sea. The Asura Race was created by me using these endless remnant souls and the water of the Blood Sea."

As Minghe spoke, a smug look appeared on his face. Creating the Asura Race was definitely something Minghe could be proud of.

In the Primordial World, Nüwa created humans and they became saints.

Numerous powerful beings have considered creating races, but over countless years, only Minghe has successfully created a new race.

And...

The Asura Race's countless years of accumulated merit also greatly benefited the Minghe.

"Created from endless remnants of souls and the waters of the Blood Sea?"

Houtu was startled, looking at the Minghe before her, a strange feeling swirling in her heart for some unknown reason.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Houtu suddenly spoke.

"I wonder if Houtu would be willing to witness how Fellow Minghe Styx created the Asura Race."

Minghe hesitated slightly, considering the power of the Witch Race... and their lack of expertise in the art of creation.

Moreover, even if the Witch Race created a new race by imitating the Asura Race, it would not be harmful to him. On the contrary, he could gain favor by selling out the Witch Race and Houtu.

With that in mind, the Ancestor Minghe agreed.

"No problem. It's almost time for me to clean up these remnant souls. Since Houtu Daoist Houtu is interested, let's take a look together!"

As he spoke, Minghe unleashed his immense Law Power, having Two-Corpse-Severing Quasi-Sage, causing the once tranquil depths of the Blood Sea to churn.

The black pool below was further disturbed by the turbulent Blood Sea.

Even though the dark mud pit was vast, it was still incredibly small compared to the boundless Blood Sea.

As the Blood Sea churned, it entangled the dark swamp with the endless remnants of souls and the waters of the Blood Sea.

Clumps of the Blood Sea water, some containing two or three remnant souls, others containing thousands, floated within the Blood Sea.

Then, to Houtu's astonishment, the remnant soul in the Blood Sea began to absorb the surrounding 'black mud,' gradually merging with it.

From a few to several thousand fragmented souls, they merge together to form a complete soul, and then the sea of the Blood Sea water surges into the soul.

Gradually, it coalesced into a body based on the shape of the soul.

Soon, hundreds of millions of Asura appeared before Houtu's eyes.

Then Houtu finally understood why the male Asura all strangely shaped, while the female Asura were graceful and beautiful.

Greetings, Father God!

Over countless millennia, the Minghe has created the Asura Race countless times, and has long since improved its methods of creation.

After these hundreds of millions of Asura Race were created, they did not need the Minghe to develop intelligence; they all bowed down to the Minghe.

Houtu gazed at the scene before her, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

The figure of a towering giant seemed to appear before her eyes.

Houtu, who had summoned this colossal giant countless times using the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Devils Great Formation, recognized it at a glance.

But unlike the divine and demonic, all-powerful 'Pangu' that they summon each time.

This majestic Pangu looks so peaceful, standing between heaven and earth.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at her, yet also at the Primordial World, filled with loving kindness.

"Father God..."

Houtu couldn't help but murmur aloud.

Under Pangu's gaze, she suddenly realized her mission.

"Reincarnation--"

Houtu's eyes were incredibly clear, a smile appeared on her lips, and the Unseen 'power' surged within her body.

That 'force' spread throughout Houtu's body, filling her entire Houtu in an instant.

For the first time in her life, Houtu clearly felt the complete Great Dao of Earth within the body of the Ancestral Witch.

Feel the vastness of the complete Great Dao of Earth, feel the earth that encompasses and bears all things.

Houtu's understanding of the Great Dao of Earth was increasing at an alarming rate.

The complete Great Dao of Earth combines the fragmented insights gained from the application of the Great Dao of Earth by Houtu over tens of thousands of years.

Almost instantly, Houtu absorbed all the mysteries of the Great Dao of Earth into her heart.

The Great Dao of Earth, which had been slowly merging with the body of the Ancestral Witch, was completely integrated into Houtu's body in that instant!

Quasi-Sage Perfection!

Opening her eyes and sensing the perfect Quasi-Sage Realm within her body, Houtu couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

Although the bloodline within his body contains the complete Great Dao, he is unable to utilize it because he does not cultivate his Primordial Spirit or comprehend the Great Dao.

He could only rely on his innate Divine Ability to instinctively activate the Great Dao, allowing it to slowly merge into his body.

"To possess a mountain of treasures without realizing it... that perfectly describes our Ancestral Witch!"

"No, perhaps this is Father God's punishment for our Witch Race!" Houtu murmured to herself.

"Houtu Daoist Houtu! You... you..." Minghe looked at Houtu with disbelief in his eyes.

Although the Ancestral Witch did not practice the Dao Method of Severing the Three Corpses.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, in terms of both cultivation and Dao attainment, were equivalent to Quasi-Sage Middle Stage had severed their two corpses.

After all, the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Race and the Demon Race had fought tens of thousands of battles, which was no secret in the Primordial World.

Moreover, although the cultivation method of the Twelve Ancestral Witches does not have a bottleneck like the Method of Severing the Three Corpses, it is notoriously slow.

But what did he see?

Quasi-Sage Perfection?

Just by witnessing the scene of him creating the Asura Race, Houtu's cultivation level went directly from the Quasi-Sage Middle Stage to the Quasi-Sage Perfection.

"I..."

Gazing at the billions of Asura in the Blood Sea, Minghe looked at Houtu, then at himself.

Suddenly, a feeling of inferiority welled up inside me!

He is unworthy to be the father god of the Asura Race!

Seeing the low spirits surrounding Minghe, Houtu could naturally guess why Minghe was like this, and gently offered some words of advice.

"Fellow Minghe Styx, there's no need for that. Houtu's cultivation is merely a legacy from the Father God, and there won't be a second time like this."

Minghe glanced at Houtu, then remained silent.

Father God's legacy?

This Blood Sea of mine is also a manifestation of the Great God Pangu!

I want a Father God like that too!

Suppressing his envy, Styx bowed and said, "Congratulations, Fellow Houtu, on attaining the first Quasi -Quasi-Sage Perfection in the Primordial World. Your attainment of Minghe is just around the corner."

"To attain sainthood through the union of the Dao."

Houtu shook her head slightly, a smile appearing on her face, and said, "Fellow Minghe demonstrated the creation of Asura to Houtu, enabling Houtu to attain enlightenment and the Dao."

"Today Houtu will present Fellow Minghe Styx with a great gift."

Before the Minghe Houtu react, Houtu revealed her true form.

A colossal giant with a human body and a snake tail, seven hands behind his back and two hands in front of him, holding a serpent in each hand, slowly rose from the Netherworld Blood Sea.

"When a good deed arises, the six realms begin to take shape; merit descends from heaven; Houtu will no longer be a witch; the Yin Mountains stretch for thousands of miles; the entire clan can survive; when the Primordial World is shattered, blessings will extend to future generations."

"Now there is Houtu, who sacrifices herself to mend the cycle of reincarnation!"