Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

He paused slightly, and the throne formed from Yu Qiang's heavy water suddenly crumbled. "How much do you know about the concept of reincarnation for Hou Tu A Mei?"

Zhou Yi's fingertips brushed against the Chaos Bead at his waist, and the legends of the Six Paths of Reincarnation from his past life churned in his sea of ​​consciousness. The wails of wronged souls wandering deep within the Sea of ​​Blood pierced through the Chaos Barrier, making him suddenly realize that this world truly had no order of reincarnation!

"Fellow Daoist Di Hong, do you know how many lingering obsessions remain in the depths of the Netherworld?" Zhou Yi plucked a wisp of bloodthirsty energy, and Xuanhuang Merit manifested as Rebirth Runes in his palm. "If the Ancestral Witch of Thick Earth were to attain this Dao, she would wield the power of the Netherworld, but..."

He deliberately stirred up the Pangu aura within the Chaos Pearl, causing the primordial imprints of the twelve Ancestral Witches to tremble simultaneously.

Zhu Jiuyin's Time-Sequence Eye on his forehead suddenly opened, glimpsing the incomplete Heavenly Gods and Demons Array within the fragments of the future, and a muffled groan like a dragon's roar escaped his throat. Gonggong's Yuqiang Heavy Water condensed into a water mirror, reflecting the terrifying power of the Demon Court's Zhou Tian Star Array.

"Damn it!" Zhu Rong's Nanming Fire surged, and in the flames that burned the heavens and boiled the seas, a phantom of a body of thick earth transforming into the six realms of reincarnation appeared. "If my little sister learns from Father God to transform into all things, we will shatter the thirty-three heavens to reclaim her true spirit."

Yu Qiang gently touched the frost at his temples, and icy mandalas bloomed in his hair: "Three days ago, my elder sister observed the tides of the Blood Sea and saw her own destiny star fall into the Netherworld. Fellow Daoist Zhou, do you know the consequences of the entanglement between the true spirit of the Witch Clan and the resentment of the Blood Sea?"

Zhou Yi was deeply shaken, finally understanding that what the Ancestral Witches truly feared was not the incomplete formation, but the fact that the true spirits of the Witch Clan did not enter the cycle of reincarnation. If the Thick Earth were to forcibly open the Six Paths, it would inevitably be devoured by the karmic force of the Blood Sea and turned into a puppet of the Heavenly Dao.

However, those primordial spirit cultivators of the demon race can use reincarnation to cultivate the Great Dao again!

Di Hong parted the folds of space with his fingertips, retrieving a massive bronze cauldron imbued with the aura of chaos: "This is the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things, formed from the blood of the Father God's heart, and should rightfully be wielded by the Earth God. Now, cracks have appeared on its body..."

Within the surging chaotic energy inside the cauldron, the ferocious light of the demon race's witch-slaying sword could be faintly seen.

Gonggong suddenly sneered: "Fellow Daoist, do you know why the Wu Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit? Back when the Father God created the heavens, the resentment of three thousand chaotic demon gods turned into the shackles of the Heavenly Dao..." Half a broken chain appeared in his palm, which was clearly of the same origin as the aura within the Zhouyi Chaos Pearl!

Zhou Yi suddenly felt a chill run through his body; it turned out that the Great Calamity of the Lich King was actually connected to the secrets of chaos.

The transformation of the thick earth into reincarnation is no accident, but a trap set by the Heavenly Dao to dismantle the legacy left by Pangu.

The true power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation may never have been as simple as summoning the true form of Pangu...

Just as Di Hong was about to voice his doubts, Hou Tu suddenly stood up and stared intently at Zhou Yi: "Young friend Zhou, are you saying that if I were to transform into Samsara, I could both complete the laws of heaven and earth and break through the shackles of my bloodline?"

The candlelight in the hall flickered, casting dappled shadows on the stone walls from the totems of the twelve ancestral witches.

Zhou Yi gently stroked the jade pendant at his waist, his voice clear and resonant like the clash of metal and stone: "The cycle of reincarnation is perilous, but not a dead end. In the past, the great god Pangu transformed into mountains and rivers, abandoning his true spirit to scatter into all things. But the path of reincarnation is different."

A blue light emanated from his fingertips, outlining six profound runes in the void. "The Goddess of Thick Earth will forever reside in the Netherworld, being both the embodiment of reincarnation and transcending it."

Gonggong slammed his fist on the stone table and abruptly stood up: "This is clearly a self-inflicted trap!" Steam rose from his body, and his eyes, as cold as a deep pool, reflected Zhou Yi's composed face. "If my little sister becomes a puppet of the Heavenly Dao devoid of emotions and desires, what use is this holy position?"

"Second Brother, please calm down." Hou Tu gently raised her hand, and the restless, turbid air in the hall instantly subsided. She turned and bowed gracefully to Zhou Yi: "May I ask, young friend, since you say that merit can nurture a primordial spirit, then what about the Netherworld...?"

"This is precisely where the Empress attained enlightenment!" Zhou Yi gently supported Hou Tu's arm, and the starlight flowing from his fingertips blended seamlessly with the turbid energy of the Ancestral Witches.

"The merit of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is unprecedented since the beginning of time. Nuwa created humans by simply shaping clay, the Three Pure Ones established their religion by merely enjoying the legacy of the Father God, and the two in the West owe a huge debt to the Heavenly Dao."

His gaze swept over the various expressions of the Ancestral Witches, finally settling on the Dao pattern between Hou Tu's brows. "Only the Empress's actions have earned a way out for all living beings in the primordial world."

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, his vertical pupils on his forehead shooting out golden light: "Wonderful! The Heavenly Dao and the world are governed by such cause and effect; even the Hongyuan Dao Ancestor would probably have to personally issue a decree!"

A phantom of the river of time appeared around him, and a twelve-petaled lotus platform could be vaguely seen blooming deep within the netherworld. "If my little sister becomes a saint, what do my witch clan have to fear from the celestial sphere of the demon race?"

Di Hong's four wings fluttered slightly, and chaotic energy condensed into the six illusory images of reincarnation within the hall. He suddenly bowed deeply to Zhou Yi: "What you have said today, fellow Daoist, is nothing short of a life-saving grace for my Wu Clan. However..."

The chief of the Ancestral Witches' gaze was piercing. "How did you, fellow Daoist, learn of such a secret of heaven and earth?"

Zhou Yi smiled but did not answer. Suddenly, half a scroll of the Hetu and Luoshu appeared faintly in his sleeve. Hou Tu's pupils contracted slightly upon seeing this. Finally, as if making up his mind, he closed his eyes and made a hand seal. Instantly, the entire Buzhou Mountain's earth veins roared in response, and the wailing of the Nine Netherworlds and Yellow Springs pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The Records of Primordial Heavenly Secrets states that the act of the Ancestral Witch of Thick Earth transforming into the Netherworld was the third immeasurable merit after the creation of heaven and earth.

Only Pangu breaking through chaos and establishing the universe, and the Dao Ancestor spreading the Dao to all living beings, can be compared to this magnificent feat.

If Heaven bestows such vast merit, even a wild boar or pig can ascend directly to the Primordial Saint Realm.

However, all things are born from the interplay of Yin and Yang. If the fertile earth truly attains the perfect holy path, the balance of heaven and earth will surely be reversed.

If the Witch Clan were to have a sage in charge, the Demon Court would be reduced to ashes in an instant, and the fate of the human race would be forever imprisoned at the bottom of the Netherworld.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi comprehended the secrets of heaven and knew that although he would attain sainthood after being reincarnated from the earth, he would be subject to the constraints of the heavenly way and would be unable to fully realize his potential.

Emperor Hong, the Ancestral Witch, had a glint in his eyes: "Does what Fellow Daoist Zhou said mean that even if my sister ascends to the Saint Realm, she will still have to pay a corresponding price?" This leader of the Witch Clan lightly tapped the Yuqiang Stone Table with his fingertips. Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he was the only one who deeply understood the way of the balance of heaven and earth.

"That's exactly right." A phantom image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared in Zhou Yi's palm. "The day the Goddess of Thick Earth attains enlightenment will be the day when her karma with the Witch Clan is cleared. At that time, although the Goddess will hold the power of reincarnation, she will no longer be able to interfere in the conflict between the Witch and the Demon Clan."

Upon hearing this, Chong Li's body erupted in flames: "What do you mean? If my sister has become a saint, how could she abandon me and disregard me?"

"Do you all know that above the primordial heavens, besides the six sages, there is also the Hongyuan Dao Ancestor overlooking all living beings?" Zhou Yi tapped the stone table lightly with his fingertips. "Neither the six sages nor the Hongyuan Dao Ancestor would allow a Primordial Chaos level power to interfere in the war between the Lich King and the Demon King."

The young shaman's words stirred ripples in the hall, causing the candlelight on the twelve ancestral shaman totem poles to flicker.

Emperor Hong, the Ancestral Witch, flashed a dark light in his armor, and a cold snort like metal clashing against stone rolled from his throat: "The Way of the Sage?" After speaking, he flicked his sleeve and rose up, and his powerful baleful aura condensed into the phantom of Pangu on the dome of the hall.

As the last trace of the Ancestral Witch's aura dissipated outside the Pangu Palace, the Ancestral Witch of Thick Earth returned.

The goddess who wielded the laws of the earth trod barefoot across fragments of stars, her white dress rippling in the void. She gazed at Zhou Yi, illuminated by the bronze lamp tree, and several times opened her lips only to swallow her words.