The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Although Di Jun often imprisoned the Golden Crows, his Solar True Fire was too domineering, making it difficult to trap them in ordinary places. Unless a cage was built with top-quality materials, it was not feasible to imprison his own son like a prisoner.

After pondering for a long time, Di Jun said to Donghuang Taiyi, "Second brother, we have been away from the Sun Star for quite some time. There is a natural trapping formation there, which is impossible for ordinary people to get close to. Therefore, I have thought it over and over again and want you to take them to the Sun Star to cultivate. Once they can skillfully control the True Fire of the Sun, we can bring them back."

Although Xihe was reluctant to part with them, she knew this was the only solution. If the golden crows continued to stay in the Heavenly Court, who knew what trouble they would cause? Moreover, the Sun Star was uninhabited, making it a perfect place for her sons to live, and the fiery energy there would also be helpful for their cultivation.

“Alright, then I’ll take them to the Sun Star. With the array in place, they shouldn’t run off and cause trouble.” Taiyi had no objections. Dijun needed to stay in the Heavenly Court. He also had important matters to handle, and he was the only one without any trivial matters to attend to.

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Time flies like an arrow, and thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

An uninvited guest arrived at the Netherworld Blood Sea. This person was Houtu, but she did not enter the Blood Sea; instead, she stood silently on the side.

For thousands of years, Houtu traveled throughout the primordial world, hoping to find an opportunity to become a saint. After all, no one wants to simply vanish into nothingness. However, after so much time, she still had no clue about the path to sainthood.

Houtu was aware of the fight between Zhurong and Gonggong that day. However, she did not interfere much, believing that her brothers could resolve the matter. After all, Dijiang and the others had not stopped them, and she knew that the two fighting was a common occurrence, so she was not too worried.

It wasn't until Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, causing the pillar supporting the sky to collapse and the Milky Way to overflow and flood the land, that Houtu was filled with doubt and uncertainty. However, just as she hesitated, the appearance of Laozi and his companions made her abandon her impulse to return. She understood that things had come to this point, and even if she went back, it would be futile. Therefore, she continued to seek her own destiny.

However, after so many years of travel, Houtu's inner turmoil only intensified. Thus, she unknowingly arrived at the Sea of ​​Blood. Seeing the Sea of ​​Blood, and recalling Beiming's words, she wanted to ask him what was going on, but she understood that the Wu tribe had no connection with her, and that they might not tell her. Therefore, she remained hesitant.

Houtu knew that her destiny lay within the Sea of ​​Blood, but she did not know what it was. She understood that becoming a saint, besides establishing a religion, also involved creating a new race like Nuwa.

However, besides the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Human Clan, there is also the Asura Clan created by Beiming in the primordial world. She couldn't think of any other races she could create, and besides, she didn't really understand the Dao of Creation.

Gazing silently at the Netherworld Blood Sea, the scene was truly horrifying, with countless souls wailing in agony. Aside from those primordial spirits who favored gloomy energy, they were essentially useless, and he felt somewhat bewildered by his own destiny to be here.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Houtu. The primordial races had been constantly engaged in battle, and countless lives had been lost from the beginning of time to the present. Even though Beiming created the Asura race and established the Asura religion, it still couldn't alleviate the suffering of souls after death, who had no place to belong and endured the corrosive effects of the malevolent energy and murderous aura of the Netherworld's blood sea.

Upon realizing this, Houtu understood her mission: The souls of all living beings in the primordial world had no place to belong after death. She was the one tasked with accomplishing this, ensuring that all beings had the opportunity to be reincarnated after death.

Thinking of reincarnation, she then considered that this matter would be of no benefit to their witch clan. The witch clan members have no souls, do not cultivate their primordial spirit, and after death, their bodies truly perish and their essence dissipates.

But she also knew that this was her mission, just as Pangu transformed into all things and supported the primordial world with his own body. So it was also for Houtu. If she could overcome this tribulation, she could become a saint on the spot; if she could not, she would die and her Dao would perish.

"I was unaware that Fellow Daoist Houtu had come to our Blood Sea today. Please forgive my lack of proper welcome." Just as Houtu was deep in thought, a voice suddenly appeared.

Hearing someone speak, Houtu was startled and quickly looked towards the newcomer. She saw two people standing not far away, one of whom bore a striking resemblance to the Blood Sea Northern Darkness Daoist. She asked in confusion, "May I ask who you two are?"

"I am the 'Reincarnation Daoist' of the evil corpse of the Northern Darkness Daoist, and this is my second brother, the 'Life and Death Daoist' of the benevolent corpse of the Styx River. The original body is currently in seclusion, so it sent us two to greet you."

As soon as Houtu arrived at the Blood Sea, Mosquito Daoist immediately sensed that the Six Paths of Reincarnation were about to manifest. Therefore, he instructed Reincarnation Daoist, who was currently comprehending the laws of time, to summon the Styx Corpse to come to this place together.

Houtu smiled bitterly after hearing this, "Reincarnation? Life and death? It seems you already know why I came here today. I also understand why I said those words on your carefree island that day. I'm afraid you two are the last people I will ever see in this life."

Houtu had no choice but to be pessimistic. She transformed herself into the Six Paths, causing the Land of Reincarnation to appear in the world. With her current cultivation level, her chances of survival were extremely slim. But at this moment, she was still worried about her eleven brothers in the Witch Clan, with whom she had shared life and death and lived for many years.

But Houtu knew in her heart that if they knew what she had done, they would definitely come to stop her, making her wish to see everyone one last time a pipe dream, and even her tone of voice carried a hint of desolation.

Mosquito Taoist understood the implication in her words. However, he was helpless in the face of this, though he greatly admired Houtu's magnanimity. If he could save her and allow the Six Paths of Reincarnation to be reborn, he wouldn't mind helping her, but he was powerless to do so himself.

"Houtu possesses great wisdom and perseverance, which I, in my reincarnation, cannot match. I wonder if you have any unfulfilled wishes, my friend. As long as it is within my power, I will certainly accomplish this for you in the future." Although Mosquito Daoist had already foreseen this day's events and greatly admired her, there was truly nothing he could do to stop it.

Upon hearing the other party's words, Houtu remained silent for a moment before saying, "Fellow Daoist Samsara, I know that the Wu and Yao races will eventually have a great war. Although Brother Dijiang is full of confidence in the outcome, I still hope that you can take care of the Wu race in the future."

As he spoke, he took out another item from his person, "This is the innate array flag that Fellow Daoist Beiming made for the Wu Clan. Please give it to my elder brother."

The Reincarnation Daoist solemnly accepted the array flag and exchanged a glance with the Life and Death Daoist. Together they bowed gracefully to Houtu and said, "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, no matter what the outcome of the Wu-Yao decisive battle is, I will not let the Wu Clan suffer."

Although the other party had not offered him any benefits, he felt at that moment that if Heaven were to allow the Witch Clan to be wiped out from the world, it would be an injustice not only to the Witch Clan but also to Houtu. It seemed that he would need to help the Witch Clan in the future to prevent them from facing the crisis of extinction.