Primordial Era: The Ten Deadly Formations are Broken, Shen Gongbao Asks Me to Come Out of the Mounta

"The Goddess Houtu?"

Upon seeing the girl in the yellow dress before him, Zhao Gongming was startled and immediately bowed respectfully.

Compared to Nuwa, this one is even more significant.

During the Lich War, Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, felt that the primordial world was incomplete. She transformed her body into the Underworld of Reincarnation to mend the world.

This is a great act of merit and great benevolence!

Even if it were a Heavenly Saint in person, one would probably have to bow and pay respects, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"May I ask, Empress Houtu, what exactly is going on?"

Looking at the ancestral witch Houtu in front of him, Zhao Gongming asked the question that had been bothering him.

Whether it was Fengdu Chaoba, Pingxin addressing him as her brother, or even the preordained appointment of him as the Great Emperor of Fengdu in the Northern Yin, all of this seemed too abrupt!

What virtue or ability did Zhao Gongming possess to become the Lord of Reincarnation in the Underworld, and why did the saintly Lady Pingxin address him as her brother?

All of this is probably related to the ancestral witch Houtu in front of us.

"This ritual to liberate my brother from Fengdu is so that he can come to the underworld, the place of reincarnation!"

The ancestral witch Houtu, dressed in a yellow dress, exuded a gentle and all-encompassing aura. Looking at Zhao Gongming before her, she uttered a startling statement.

"We, the Wu clan, were born according to the will of our Father God Pangu, and the blood of our Father God flows in our veins. Anyone who possesses the blood of our Father God is our brother or sister!"

I sensed it when my younger brother possessed the bloodline of the Father God.

However, the secrets of the Great Tribulation are obscure, and my primordial spirit is extremely weak. I could only rely on the secret techniques of my father's bloodline to confirm that my younger brother was a direct disciple of a sage, which is why I was able to transcend Fengdu!

Zhao Gongming's body trembled upon hearing this; it was indeed coming for him.

Fortunately, judging from Houtu's words, the Wu Clan didn't seem to care whether they were innate Wu Clan members or acquired Wu Clan members like him.

In the eyes of the Wu tribe, anyone who has the blood of the great god Pangu flowing through their veins is a brother or sister.

What he refined was genuine Pangu's essence blood.

The blood flowing through his body was even purer than that of the Ancestral Witch, so it was only natural that the Ancestral Witch Houtu would recognize him as her younger brother.

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming's body trembled, then trembled again, then trembled a third time!

Houtu, what kind of existence is she? Even the Heavenly Saints dare not easily set foot in the underworld reincarnation that her body transformed into!

The righteous Meng Po, along with a large number of powerful witches in the underworld, is a terrifying force no less than that of a great sage sect!

Not to mention, the underworld is a cycle of reincarnation, where merit and fortune are constantly circulating, and the benefits it contains are so great that even the sages of the heavens would covet them!

Now, not only does he have a saintly sister as his backer, but he can also control this vast underworld of reincarnation.

Even if we don't say he punched Hongjun or kicked Taishang, at the very least, in this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, he has transcended in a roundabout way, transforming from a pawn into a player.

But before Zhao Gongming could be happy, Houtu continued to speak:

"Unfortunately, I can no longer watch my younger brother lead the Wu tribe back to the primordial world!"

This is the Book of Life and Death, the Judge's Pen, a supreme treasure of the underworld!

"My sister's days are numbered. This cycle of reincarnation in the underworld, and even the remnants of my witch clan, are all entrusted to my younger brother!"

After speaking, Houtu raised her hand, and a black book and a black pen, exuding a mysterious aura, landed in front of Zhao Gongming.

As she spoke, her body became increasingly ethereal, as if she were about to vanish from the primordial world at any moment.

Zhao Gongming also noticed this and was suddenly taken aback.

Is Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, about to perish?

Instantly, the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen in his hands became scalding hot.

The Great Emperor of Fengdu in the Northern Underworld, that sounds wonderful!

However, that's only if Houtu is in charge of the underworld!

Once Houtu falls, the entire underworld will become a huge piece of meat in the eyes of the Heavenly Saints, especially those two in the West, who will probably come running as soon as they smell it.

As for the Jie Sect, it is currently facing the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, and the Jie Sect itself is barely able to protect itself. It would be fortunate if it could survive the calamity safely, let alone protect the underworld.

"Sister Houtu, we have just recognized each other as siblings, and you are about to have your primordial spirit disintegrate. How can Gongming bear to do this!"

Zhao Gongming's eyes were a little red. Although this was his first meeting with Houtu, he could clearly sense Houtu's closeness to him.

He had only ever experienced this kind of feeling with his own younger sister, Sanxiao.

brush!brush!

At that moment, Pingxin and Meng Po felt a connection and appeared in the cycle of reincarnation, watching Houtu's illusory primordial spirit nearly dissipate.

Both of them immediately had tears in their eyes.

The three corpses, independent of their physical bodies, possess their own emotions.

Seeing his true form and primordial spirit about to dissipate, he was naturally filled with sorrow.

"This is the Divine Water of the Three Lights, nourishing the primordial spirit. Can it save Houtu?"

Zhao Gongming, however, was unwilling to give up. With a wave of his hand, he took out hundreds of drops of the Three Lights Divine Water, which contained astonishing vitality, and dropped them toward Houtu, who was about to dissipate.

Nourished by the Three Lights Divine Water, Houtu's primordial spirit did condense somewhat, but soon it became illusory and transparent again.

"Houtu lost her physical body, and her primordial spirit was already like water without roots!"

Add to that the terrifying assimilative power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and it's already a miracle that they've managed to hold on until now.

Unless its body is reassembled, even a saint's intervention would be powerless to reverse the situation!

Pingxin, standing to the side, shook her head and explained the whole story.

It turns out that she had also reshaped Houtu's body.

However, its primordial spirit was conceived within the body of the Ancestral Witch, and only the true body of the Ancestral Witch could bear its primordial spirit.

To this end, she and Meng Po even gathered the essence and blood of the twelve ancestral witches to cultivate Chi You, who was similar to the ancestral witches. However, Chi You already had self-awareness, and Hou Tu was unwilling to occupy his body. This method was simply not feasible unless they could find another drop of pure Pangu essence and blood to merge with Hou Tu's primordial spirit.

Only in this way can the body of an ancestral witch be cultivated to carry the primordial spirit of Houtu.

But, of course, that's impossible!

After all, only twelve drops of Pangu's essence blood have ever appeared in the primordial world since Pangu created the world; there are no more.

"Using Pangu's essence and blood to reshape the body of the ancestral witch Houtu?"

What was said unintentionally was taken seriously by the listener. Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming was taken aback.

If he remembered correctly, he had just obtained ten drops of Pangu's essence blood at the Pangu Temple, and he still had nine drops left.

"Can we save Houtu if we have Pangu's essence blood?"

Zhao Gongming asked a question, and for a moment, Pingxin and Meng Po looked at him with a strange expression.

What does "as long as" mean?

That was Pangu's essence blood; in the entire primordial world, apart from the blood that gave birth to the twelve Ancestral Witches, there wasn't a single drop left.

However, Pingxin still shook his head and said, "The original spirit is already extremely weak. Even with Pangu's essence blood, it can probably only keep the spirit from dissipating!"

Unless the Primordial Purple Qi nourishes its primordial spirit, the fusion of the two can truly awaken its true form!

only........."

Pingxin didn't say anything more, but the meaning was already self-evident.

Pangu's essence blood is already precious enough, but the Primordial Purple Qi is even more precious than Pangu's essence blood. A single strand of Primordial Purple Qi represents a Saintly position!

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the seven streams of Primordial Purple Qi bestowed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun, except for Hongyun who self-destructed and perished, the other six streams also created the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao.

In terms of rarity and preciousness, the Primordial Purple Qi even surpasses the essence of Pangu.

But Zhao Gongming's expression turned strange at this moment. Before he could speak, a long-awaited option appeared before him.

[Ding dong, Houtu's current primordial spirit is about to dissipate. Please select.]

Option 1: Stand idly by and let Houtu perish and disappear. Reward:

Option Two: Use Pangu's essence blood to preserve Houtu's primordial spirit, and receive the reward: the Underworld Evolution Method.

Option 3: Use Pangu's essence blood to preserve Houtu's primordial spirit, then use the Primordial Purple Qi to nourish the primordial spirit, helping it awaken and attain sainthood. Reward: Chaos Pearl

...............

Your one-stop haven for novel reading.