The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

"Fellow Daoists, we, your humble servants, greet you." Seeing that the two from Samsara had put down their affairs, many cultivators hurriedly stepped forward to greet them.

Samsara looked at the newcomer. Tens of thousands of cultivators had gathered here, including over a hundred with the cultivation level of Quasi-Saints, which filled him with感慨 (a complex feeling of mixed emotions, including感慨, and a sense of mixed emotions). He hadn't expected that even after Hong Yun had tricked and killed over a hundred Quasi-Saints, there were still so many in the prehistoric world.

If the Netherworld hadn't had such a significant impact, they probably would have remained hidden from the world. Furthermore, he believed that the number of Quasi-Saints was far greater than these, and not everyone would care about this matter; at least, the Reincarnation Daoist hadn't seen Jieyin or Zhunti arrive.

However, how could the Reincarnation Daoist have imagined that it wasn't that the two guides didn't want to come here, but rather that they were mindful of the Heavenly Dao oath they had made, vowing never to set foot within a hundred miles of the Blood Sea in this lifetime?

"Is there anything else, everyone? If not, I have other matters to attend to." After saying this, seeing that everyone remained silent, the Reincarnation Daoist walked straight towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Although the ancestral witches were paying attention to the words of others, most of their attention was focused on the Reincarnation Daoist and the Life and Death Daoist. When they arrived at this place, they did not see Houtu, only the two of them praying to the heavens.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists. May I ask if my younger sister, Houtu, is still alive?" Upon seeing the two from Samsara arrive, Dijiang hurriedly stepped forward to inquire. Although they could roughly guess the answer, the Ancestral Witches were still uneasy without a definite reply.

Di Jiang knew that when Hou Tu was reincarnated, only the two of them were present, so he could only ask her.

Upon hearing Dijiang's words, the Reincarnation Daoist first greeted the other party, and then said: "Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch, Houtu transformed into the Six Paths. When she appeared in the Land of Reincarnation, she conjured a wisp of true spirit, which then condensed into a primordial spirit."

Unfortunately, she ultimately failed to take that step, and now she has become Meng Po, guarding the land of reincarnation. After saying this, she shook her head again, took out the array flag left by the Earth God and handed it to the other party.

"This item was given to me by Fellow Daoist Houtu beforehand." Without waiting for a reply, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and prepared to return to the Blood Sea with the Daoist of Life and Death.

"Wait a minute."

Just as the two were about to leave, they were stopped by Laozi and his companions. Samsara stopped at the opportune moment, looking at them with a puzzled expression, wondering what else they wanted.

Seeing the other party frown, Nuwa and the others were also helpless. The Six Paths had appeared in the world, and the Underworld had just been established. Even those who had only just begun to understand it already knew that this place was a treasure trove. The final resting place for all living beings in the primordial world after death—one could imagine how immense the benefits were.

When the Underworld first appeared, the amount of merit bestowed by Heaven was unprecedented. Most importantly, no matter how much time passed, as long as the Underworld remained intact, the merit would continue to flow. This bounty was monopolized by the Blood Sea family, and even they, as saints, felt a pang of greed.

“Fellow Daoist Samsara, the Netherworld has been newly established. It contains not only Fengdu City, but also the Ten Palaces under its jurisdiction. I’m afraid it’s not something your Blood Sea can manage alone. Therefore, we are willing to lend a hand.”

Seeing that all the saints were looking at him, Laozi had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Who told me to be their senior brother?" Of course, his intention was not to share in the merits, but to help them.

Hearing Lao Tzu's words, the Reincarnation Daoist was utterly astonished. He hadn't expected the other party to be so shameless. The Underworld was the result of his long-term planning. Why should he need the other party's help in managing it? His Blood Sea wasn't lacking in capable people.

Leaving aside the Asura race, even the Blood God's son would be competent to manage the affairs of the underworld. It's rare that Lao Tzu could frame this matter so grandly. If it were the Western Amitabha or Cundi, reincarnation wouldn't even be an option.

Given their personalities, it wouldn't be surprising if they did this. However, the fact that these words came from Lao Tzu himself made him quite astonished.

"I..." Just as the Reincarnation Daoist was about to say something more, suddenly, several jade talismans shot down from the sky and landed in the hands of Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa.

Although he didn't understand the meaning behind it, he exchanged a glance with the Daoist of Life and Death and disappeared from everyone's sight. This was because the message from his true self had entered his mind, urging him to quickly return to the Blood Sea.

When the two, Samsara and Samsara, arrived at the Free and Unfettered Island, they saw that the Mosquito Daoist was also holding a jade talisman just like Laozi and the others. They immediately stepped forward and asked, "My lord, what is this?"

Seeing that the two had returned, Mosquito Daoist casually put away the jade talisman. "This was bestowed by Hongjun. You stay here for now. I need to go to Zixiao Palace. We'll discuss the rest when I return." After saying this, he left Xiaoyao Island without waiting for their reaction.

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Zixiao Palace is located in the chaotic void. Mosquito Daoist visited it when Hongjun was lecturing. However, after Hongjun merged with the Dao, Zixiao Palace disappeared. If it weren't for the jade talisman given to him by Hongjun, it would be impossible to find this place.

A day later, Mosquito Daoist flew down to the front of Zixiao Palace. Seeing that the other six saints were already waiting there, he was a little curious. Although his good corpse had become a saint, his true body's cultivation had only reached the peak of quasi-saint. He wondered what Hongjun wanted to discuss that had summoned him along.

Before anyone could think further, the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened, and Haotian and Yaochi emerged from within, saying, "Fellow senior brothers, our teacher has been waiting for a long time. Please come in with us."

With Haotian leading the way, the seven of them didn't hesitate and followed closely behind.

Stepping into Zixiao Palace once more, Mosquito Daoist was filled with emotion. He recalled how magnificent it was when three thousand guests of Zixiao gathered here to listen to the Dao. But now, less than one in ten remained alive.

Upon approaching, they saw Hongjun sitting cross-legged on a high platform, his eyes closed in meditation. In front of him were seven futons, one more than before, presumably prepared for Mosquito Daoist. The group hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Greetings, Master. Greetings, Dao Ancestor." Unlike the other six, Mosquito Daoist was not a disciple of Hongjun, so he could only address him in this way.

Upon hearing the greeting, Hongjun opened his eyes. He nodded and, after everyone was seated, slowly said, "I have summoned you here today to discuss matters concerning the Netherworld."

As soon as Hongjun spoke, Mosquito Daoist frowned deeply. The Netherworld was something he himself had established, seemingly having no connection to the other party, right? But he said nothing for the moment, knowing the truth would come later.

However, the others were not like Mosquito Daoist upon hearing this. They were overjoyed. Hongjun's words clearly indicated his intention to interfere in the affairs of the Underworld, and that all those present were involved; otherwise, he wouldn't have summoned them all.

“I sense that before and after the great calamity of the Lich King, the next great calamity will soon follow.” Before anyone could ask, Hongjun looked at Mosquito Daoist, “Although we do not yet know what calamity it will be, it is related to the two of us.”

The Mosquito Taoist was filled with doubt. What calamity awaited him? If he remembered correctly, after the Lich War, the human race was destined to rise. Could it be that his appearance had caused the original course of history to deviate? Or was Hongjun using this as an excuse to get the sages to intervene in the Underworld?