The prehistoric infrastructure maniac

Chapter 109 Developing the Underworld

Just as Hou Tu Niangniang finished her words, suddenly a faint light shot out from the direction of the sea of ​​blood and sank into the black hole of the vortex of humanity in the six reincarnations.

"This guy is really in a hurry to reincarnate!" Taoist Honglian felt helpless when seeing this.

"Is it him?" Hou Tu Niangniang's expression also changed and she quickly said: "Daoyou Honglian, he brought two reincarnated spiritual treasures with him."

"Yes, it is indeed a spiritual treasure from the underworld, used to determine the life and death of all living beings," Taoist Honglian smiled and shook his head.
"My disciple has a connection with the underworld and is destined to be the future Lord of the Underworld. When he returns, let him help Fellow Daoist Hou Tu manage the underworld."

The Lord of the Underworld? Empress Hou Tu, seemingly lost in thought, said nothing further. A human Golden Immortal could refine the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen after death, reincarnating with these two 'treasures' of the Underworld. This future Lord of the Underworld was probably not an exaggeration.

At this moment, eleven powerful auras approached the Netherworld. They were the eleven ancestors of the Witch Clan who hurried over.

Seeing them, Hou Tu's expression changed slightly and became a little complicated.

"Hou Tu, why are you doing this?" The hot-tempered Zhu Rong couldn't help but shout.

Gong Gong, standing by, also said, "Hou Tu, we twelve Ancestral Witches are one, and none of us can be without each other. By doing this, you have destroyed the Ancestral Witch's body. Where does this leave the Witch Clan? Do you think the souls of the living beings in the Netherworld are more important than the Witch Clan?"

Faced with the continuous questioning from Zhurong and Gonggong, Houtu's expression became increasingly complicated and she was speechless.

"Sister Houtu, why do you have to sacrifice yourself and reincarnate as the ancestor witch?" Xuanming, another female among the Twelve Ancestral Witches besides Houtu, couldn't help but look at Houtu and asked.

"This is destiny, my fate, and something I must do," Hou Tulian said.

"What destiny? My Wu clan never believes in destiny!" Zhu Jiuyin said in a cold tone:

"Hou Tu, my Wu clan and the demon clan are now at odds. You should know the impact of losing an ancestor of the Wu clan. But you still did this. Are you going to give up your identity as a Wu clan member?"

"I" Hou Tu felt more and more conflicted and uncomfortable after hearing this, but it was difficult for her to refute.

Di Jiang also looked at Hou Tu in a low voice and said, "Sister Hou Tu, you have found your own way. I should have congratulated you! But you gave up your status as the ancestor witch for your current cultivation. No matter what, the witch clan cannot lose an ancestor witch!"

"I understand! Brother Dijiang, this is the essence of my ancestor witch's blood," Houtu said, and took out a ball of dark red blood the size of a football with a surging aura and handed it to Dijiang.

Di Jiang took it and looked at Hou Tu with complicated eyes. Without saying anything more, he left with the other ancestor witches.

After they left, Taoist Honglian said, "Fellow Daoist Houtu, the underworld is still desolate. Would you like to stay in my sea of ​​blood first, or..." "Thank you for your kindness, Taoist Honglian. I plan to go to the Six Paths of Reincarnation first to comprehend the great path of reincarnation," said Houtu.

"Okay! Then leave the development and construction of the Netherworld to me. I control the earth vein formation, so it's easy for me to arrange the underworld," Taoist Honglian nodded and smiled slightly.

After Hou Tu Niangniang turned around and sat cross-legged beside the Six Paths of Reincarnation above the underworld, Hong Lian Daoren moved his mind, and the surging power of the earth veins surged and gathered into the underworld. The underworld, which was filled with a deadly atmosphere, suddenly trembled and agitated.
Immediately afterwards, under Shi Mo's control, a black earth city quickly rose from the ground in the underworld surrounded by the Forgotten River.

On the city walls, where dim light was flowing, mysterious divine patterns and restrictions quickly evolved and appeared. On the city gate, the word "Fengdu" condensed with ancient and complex divine patterns appeared. A large number of staggered palace buildings also appeared one after another in the city.

At the same time, with the appearance of Fengdu City, it seemed as if a chain reaction was triggered. A vague path that seemed to extend into the dark void appeared in the void of the underworld, passing through earthen platforms and mountains, extending all the way to the outside of Fengdu City, turning into a deserted village.
Inside the city, a palace automatically revealed the name of the palace, 'The Hall of Bewitching Souls'. A spring naturally emerged and eventually turned into a spring pool.

The names of the various halls in the city were all naturally formed as if they were born from the laws of nature. Even outside one of the gates of Fengdu City, the space was distorted and transformed into a series of spatial channels, connecting to independent world spaces that had evolved in various places in the underworld. In them, there were all kinds of cruel and terrifying environments and even torture instruments.
"Hell? The eighteen levels of hell are not in the same place?" Taoist Honglian, who was using his spiritual sense to investigate, was a little surprised.

Outside another city gate of Fengdu, there is a wooden bridge that spans the moat-like Wangchuan River and extends to a cliff in the air. There is a pot of soup boiling at the head of the bridge, and further ahead is the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

With the emergence of Fengdu City, the dark and deadly energy of the entire underworld also gathered towards Fengdu City and turned into pure and dark yin energy.

"There's actually a City Lord's Mansion in Fengdu City. Will it be the residence of the Emperor of Fengdu in the future? But there's no place for Houtu to live. Will Houtu think too much? But this is not something I controlled or created. It was all formed by me."

Just as Taoist Honglian was considering whether to build a residence for Houtu, such as a Houtu Temple or a Houtu Palace, in Fengdu City, Houtu suddenly appeared beside Taoist Honglian above Fengdu City:
"Brother Honglian, you don't have to bother building a place for me to live. I like quietness. I will go to Yinshan and open a temple there myself. And among the six realms of the underworld, those who enter the evil ghost realm have nowhere to stay. I will need to go to Yinshan and open up a world for them to complete the six realms of reincarnation."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Brother Honglian for creating the Asura clan and helping me complete the six reincarnations in the underworld," Houtu said.

"Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, you have transformed your body into reincarnation, and your merits are immeasurable. What I have done is insignificant." Taoist Hong Lian shook his head and smiled. "However, the space behind Yinshan is chaotic and complex. If you want to open a Taoist temple there, you must be careful."

Hou Tu smiled confidently: "Brother Honglian, don't worry, nothing can hurt me in this underworld."

"By the way, I discovered before that the demon race seemed to be secretly targeting and slaughtering the human race. Moreover, the disciple you mentioned who will become the lord of the underworld in the future also died to protect his people, but the one who killed him did not seem to be a demon, but more like an evil ghost." Hou Tu continued.

"Oh? Evil ghosts?" Taoist Honglian frowned and couldn't help but think of the ghosts that disappeared behind Yinshan Mountain:
"Is it an evil spirit, or a demon? If the demons still exist, they might be hiding in the chaotic space behind Yinshan Mountain."

At the same time, in the Demon King's Palace in Heaven, upon learning that Hou Tu had reincarnated and the witch clan had lost a witch ancestor, Emperor Jun, after celebrating greatly, called Kun Peng and coldly ordered:
"Speed ​​up the rate of slaughtering the human race. The human race is now reproducing too fast, almost everywhere in the prehistoric world. Even the Western religion has begun to accept human disciples. Even if we slaughter more, it will not be easy to be discovered."

(End of this chapter)