Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 183: Hou Tu in a trance and in the sea of ​​blood

There are naturally immortal herbs on Kunlun Mountain, and these immortal herbs are abundant, covering the entire mountain.

However, Guangchengzi had given orders in advance, and the Yuqing immortals had already collected all these immortal herbs together, so no one else could get even half a plant.

However, even though he was rejected, Houyi did not give up, but kept begging.

So Dapeng came forward at this time and asked Houyi to exchange the immortal grass for the Sun-Shooting Bow, the Sunset Arrow and the Sun-Catching Bag.

These three sun-shooting artifacts have been nurtured by the essence and blood of ten golden crows, and are constantly nourished by the luck of the sun. They are no longer what they used to be.

What's more, it was refined by Yuanshi Tianzun himself, and together with the merit of Shooting the Sun, it can be said to be a treasure of acquired merit. Even if it is separated, they are three top-grade acquired merit spiritual treasures, which are naturally extremely rare.

Even if the three items combined are not as valuable as the Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth and the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, their status is comparable to the Twelve-Rank Lotus Platform, the Innate Five-Directions Flags and other innate spiritual treasures of the leader level.

Taking a leader-level innate spiritual treasure to exchange for an immortal fairy grass is equivalent to giving such a treasure to others for free. The person who says it is stupid, and the person who agrees to it is even more stupid.

Almost anyone who heard this exchange would sneer at it, or even denounce the other party as wishful thinking.

But Houyi agreed to this wishful thinking condition, just in exchange for an immortal object that could give his wife eternal life.

After obtaining these three sun-shooting artifacts, Houyi returned to the human race with the immortal herb and asked Xihe to take it.

This immortal herb is quite ordinary and no different from other immortal herbs, but there is one slight difference, which is that it contains a trace of innate Taiyin energy.

Inspired by this ray of Taiyin energy, Xihe immediately broke through the blocked memory. When she opened her eyes, she saw Houyi with an expectant look on his face. Then, without hesitation, she beat him to death with a palm.

Houyi couldn't believe it, and he couldn't believe that his wife actually possessed such magical powers. He held on with all his strength and refused to die.

But after seeing Xihe return to her original appearance, he passed away with a hint of regret.

After avenging her child, Xihe did not run away. Even though twelve supreme turbid air were rushing towards her, she did not move. Instead, she lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, staring at the eternal and unchanging moon.

Ninety percent of her luck had dissipated, and in the day-to-day self-sealing, her origin had also been lost a lot. She had just burned up the remaining strength and killed a great Hunyuan wizard with one palm strike, but now she was already exhausted.

At the last moment of Xihe's life, the Moon seemed to sense that its offspring was about to die, and it could not help but emit light in the daytime, even blocking the brilliance of the Sun.

The moonlight, as warm as water, fell and lingered among Xihe's hair, with a sound of calling coming out, which was the call of Taiyin to protect its own offspring.

Looking at the soft moonlight, Xihe couldn't help but be a little dazed.

It was clearly the most common sight on the Moon, the beautiful moon that Xihe had spent countless years with, and it was also the thing that Xihe originally hated the most.

Xihe, the goddess of the moon, actually hated the moon that gave birth to her the most.

She was disgusted with the inaction of the Moon, which allowed the Sun to step on her head, so she chose to fall in love with the enthusiastic and cheerful Di Jun, even at the risk of sharing a husband with her sister.

After becoming the Queen of Heaven, she never returned to the Lunar Star. She studied the Great Array of the Zhoutian Stars and only used the Lunar Star as a tool for use.

But at the last moment of her life, the only one to accompany her was the Moon. The Moon completely forgot about the past and was still trying to help its child.

"What a pity, we can't go back to the past. Goodbye, my hometown, goodbye, Xihe."

Xihe uttered the last sentence, then closed her eyes, completely transforming the world into Tao. When the twelve ancestor witches arrived here, except for Houyi who had turned into charcoal, there was only a sound of Taiyin rhythm lingering here.

If this piece of Taoism had not been destroyed, it might have evolved into a paradise in tens of millions of years.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches claim to be the authentic Pangu, so naturally they cannot do such a thing as destroying the ancient world.

If Xihe were still alive, they would not mind killing her to avenge Houyi. Unfortunately, Xihe had already transformed the world into heaven and earth, which was equivalent to death. Only this piece of Tao essence was left, and they were in no mood to use it to vent their anger.

So after sighing, they could only leave and study how to completely destroy the demon race.

Looking at the charred corpses on the ground, Hou Tu felt extremely sad and confused. She didn't know why her people had to die one by one, and why there was always so much chaos in the world?

As the ancestor of earth witch, Hou Tu's fighting power on earth exceeds that of all her brothers and sisters. Because of her own great Dao, Hou Tu can remain more lucid during the catastrophe and will not turn into a mindless beast.

It was this clarity that made her feel so painful.

As a true Pangu, she did not want to hurt any creature. Hou Tu believed that the wilderness was beautiful, and the various races it bred were also beautiful. Everyone should live in harmony and should not have so many disputes. But as the ancestor of the witch clan, Hou Tu had to kill these beautiful creatures, which made her extremely painful and made her fall into self-doubt from time to time.

Now that her favorite descendant has also died, Hou Tu feels that everything she has done is a joke. She can do nothing and protect nothing.

"Father God, I can't protect the wilderness you created with your life, nor can I protect my people. I can't even protect myself. Please guide me, where should I go?"

Hou Tu kept praying in her heart, hoping that the great Father God could give her an answer, and she herself began to walk around in the wilderness like a walking corpse.

She had never left Pangu Palace for many years, and Houyi was in charge of the affairs of the Houtu tribe. It felt strange that she left suddenly.

Watching the various weak races recuperating and living their own unique lives, Hou Tu smiled faintly, feeling that in such a chaotic world, there was still peace and beauty.

But silence is annoying, the beautiful world is hated, weakness is a sin, powerlessness means death, even if these weak races do not cause trouble, they will not be able to prevent trouble from finding them.

Especially now that the catastrophe has begun, all kinds of killing disasters have come automatically. As the protagonist of the catastrophe, Hou Tu has the strongest karma on her body. Almost wherever she goes, disputes and disasters arise.

At the beginning, Hou Tu was so angry that she killed the demons who bullied the weak and ordered the witches not to do so anymore.

But gradually, Hou Tu stopped taking action and chose to walk in some secluded and deserted places.

Because there are so many such things, there are killings and disputes all the time. Even if she has thousands of hands, she can't stop this cholera day after day.

As she walked day after day, Hou Tu felt much more relaxed. However, a flash of inspiration came to her from somewhere, allowing her to see a scene.

In this scene, the sun and the moon of all the ancient races cursed the two races of wizards and liches, dragging their luck into filth, and these two most powerful races in the world began to fight each other as if it was destined. In the end, the leaders of the two races died together, and the two major tribes also completely scattered.

In the end, no one in the entire prehistoric world could remember the words "witch" or "lich". The Demon King and the Ancestral Witch all became the dust of history and were forgotten by everyone.

Seeing this scene, Hou Tu's breathing quickened, and the calamity aura that had been shrouding her slowly began to dissipate, allowing her to see something that had always existed but that she had ignored.

Soul.

In the war between the Lich and the Wizard, no race can escape. Even if they have tried their best to restrain their power, they cannot stop their subordinates from killing each other.

The demon clan is a force formed by the gathering of many races. There will be life and death in the fight. Once they die, the witch clan will be fine and will directly return to the arms of Father God Pangu.

But if a demon dies, its spirit and soul will inevitably appear. The strong ones will naturally be able to be resurrected, but the weak ones can only be absorbed by the way of heaven.

But during the catastrophe, the way of heaven stopped, allowing these souls to wander in the wilderness. As the killing increased, these souls also began to increase, and eventually turned into immortal resentful souls, cursing their murderers day and night.

Being cursed by these souls day and night, no matter how strong the fortune of the witch clan is, no matter how much merit they have to suppress them, it will be like a drop in the bucket, and they may not be able to resist at all.

But such a serious matter was ignored by many ancient witches. Even when Hou Tu was not awake, she did not notice these resentful souls.

But even if she noticed it now, there was nothing she could do. She could only watch these wronged souls crying and wailing day and night, chirping like ghosts, and constantly filching the fortune of the witch clan.

It would be even more terrifying if these resentful souls were killed. The resentful souls would directly transform into a wisp of immortal resentment and be thrown into the fortune of the witch clan, causing even more terrifying damage.

"My sons and daughters are all dead, corpses are scattered all over the ground, resentful souls are entangled, and destiny is destroyed. Is this the prehistoric world I want to protect? Is this the responsibility I was born to do? What am I doing this for?"

Hou Tu asked herself, but she could not give an answer at all. She could only wander around in a daze, following the direction of these wronged souls, and finally came to the vicinity of the filthy sea of ​​blood.

The Asuras are unable to reproduce due to their own defects, so the old man of the Styx can only circulate their souls to help them reproduce.

And these resentful souls were summoned by the ancestor of the Styx.

This is actually a good thing. After all, these resentful souls can be resurrected. Although they become Asuras, it is better than the original situation.

Hou Tu originally thought so as well, believing that the ancestor of the Styx did have a bit of kindness in his heart, and was indeed an alternative authentic Pangu.

But after she looked at it for a while, Hou Tu immediately changed her original idea, and became furious. She immediately stepped on the ground, and millions of dark yellow soils rolled, forcibly sealing the sea of ​​blood, preventing these resentful souls from entering.

It was because after these resentful souls entered the filthy sea of ​​blood, those who had time to do so were converted into the Asura clan by the ancestor of the Styx.

Those who didn't arrive in time were directly melted into nothingness by the sea of ​​blood, while the undying resentment was directly thrown into the fortune of the witch clan and began to destroy it non-stop.

(End of this chapter)