Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

This core structure of the underworld not only maintains the operating laws of the primordial world, but is also the key to Zhouyi's planning for the future.

It should be understood that the reincarnation system was transformed from the body of the ancestral shaman of the earth, and its divine embryo and true spirit are still nurtured deep within the cycle of reincarnation.

The Emperor is prepared to confront the Western religion's attempt to interfere with reincarnation head-on, even with the arrival of the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti.

During the journey, Yuqiang Zuwu revealed that since Zhouyi offered his advice, the Wu clan has sent many elites to guard the cycle of reincarnation.

As the core of the system, the Yin Si organization's operating mechanism has become increasingly sophisticated over thousands of years of evolution.

On the road to the underworld, a shamanic warrior with a bull's head and a human body guides the souls of the dead. Before the Incense-Gazing Platform, the judge in charge of the "Ten Thousand Spirits Strategy" verifies good and evil. The Ten Kings of Hell decide the destination of reincarnation based on karma.

Now, Fengdu City is in good order: those burdened with karmic obstacles enter Purgatory to cleanse their sins, while those who have achieved perfect merit drink from the River of Oblivion and are reborn.

With the combined efforts of the Wu Clan's war shamans and the Hou Tu Tribe's priests, this vital underworld town that maintains the balance of the three realms has already built an unbreakable defense line.

Deep within the Netherworld, ten Yama Kings dressed in black robes emanated powerful sorcery, all having reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal level.

If any reckless person were to trespass into the underworld at this moment, let alone alter the Book of Fate, they would likely be annihilated in an instant.

"A thousand years have created this scene, is it still worthy of your attention?" Yu Qiang lightly tapped the void with his bone staff, and the Six Paths Wheel immediately revealed its dazzling brilliance.

This ancestral witch, who was once still quite naive, now exudes the majesty of a ruler.

Zhou Yi gazed at the ever-flowing laws of Heaven, his tone filled with admiration: "To have accomplished something the Witch Clan is not good at—establishing systems—to this extent, you must have put in a lot of effort."

He knew that for the war-loving Wu tribe, building a reincarnation system was a hundred times more difficult than fighting on the battlefield.

Yu Qiang gently touched the silver ornament hanging from his temple, his gaze turning to the depths of reincarnation: "Compared to Sister Hou Tu's resolute transformation into reincarnation, my little hardships are nothing to mention."

As they spoke, the two arrived at the banks of the River of Oblivion, where they saw the woman in green distributing the potion of rebirth.

"Is Sister alright today?" Yu Qiang quickly stepped forward and took Meng Po's arm.

Although this primordial spirit, formed from the essence of the earth, had no memories of its past life, the two had become as close as blood relatives through a thousand years of companionship.

Zhou Yi gazed at Meng Po's face, which resembled that of his old friend, and a fleeting sense of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

Inside the Yama Palace, the ten guardians had gathered before the ink-jade table.

Zhou Yi traced the floating primordial star map with his fingertips and said in a deep voice, "The two Western Saints have clearly calculated that the great calamity of the Lich King is coming."

Amidst the rising smoke from the gilded incense burner, the projection of the Six Paths Wheel was entangled by several causal lines.

"They can't wait for the Great Calamity to end." Yu Qiang sneered, waving away the golden Sanskrit characters that were trying to erode reincarnation. "When the lich and demon are both exhausted, the various forces will devour each other like jackals. At that time, they will no longer be able to control the reincarnation..."

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening bell rang out from outside the hall.

Just as all the races of the prehistoric world were focused on the war between the witches and demons, a disruptive change was brewing deep within the netherworld.

The disciples of Jieyin and Zhunti accurately seized the strategic window of opportunity, launching a lightning-fast plan before the cycle of reincarnation was fully established. This was the key turning point that enabled Buddhism to rise to prominence later.

Inside the bronze hall, candlelight flickered. Under the watchful gaze of the twelve ancestral witches' reliefs, Zhou Yi tapped the Wheel of Reincarnation with his fingers: "Explain those little tricks of Mount Ling."

Upon hearing this, the Ten Kings of Hell, who were supposed to preside over the meeting, immediately stood up, and the entire underworld leadership showed no sign of being angered by the overstepping of authority.

The silence of the powerful members of the Wu Clan contained multiple layers of awe: the man in the blue robe before them was not only a war god who could suppress Chongli with his fist and block Taiyi with his sword, but also the chief architect of the Samsara System.

The twelve earth-shattering strategies employed when the earth was transformed into the cycle of reincarnation are still engraved on the merit stele at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Three days ago, we arrested a suspicious wandering soul." Yama King unfolded the projection of the Book of Life and Death, and several cultivators with Buddha-like light appeared on the screen. "They disguised themselves as lost spirits and tried to infiltrate the Cardinal District of the Animal Path."

In the video, a diagram of the structure of hell fell from the sleeve of a monk, clearly marking the weak points of the spiritual energy in the eighteen layers of restrictions.

The judge's pen sketched an energy trajectory analysis diagram in mid-air: "These bald monks spent seven years, three months, and nine days recording the cycle fluctuations, and the observation frequency has increased three hundredfold in the last seven days."

The suspended 3D model shows that the 6,000 Listening Talismans set up by Buddhist disciples have covered 73% of the key nodes in the six realms of reincarnation.

Zhou Yi gazed at the golden veins in the model and chuckled, "You've learned your lesson; you know to strike while the iron is hot."

Chaotic fire ignited at his fingertips, and the causal chain of the Great Vow Technique manifested where it burned, and the Western religion's doctrines of soul crossing and the law of reincarnation were resonating at the core of its doctrines.

Zhou Yi's sharp gaze swept across the entire area, and he issued an order in a deep voice: "Order the guards of each hall that from now on, if any Western Sect disciples are found trespassing on the path of reincarnation, they shall be expelled on the spot without prior notice."

"That was satisfying! Those bald monks should have been taught a lesson long ago!" Xing Tian shouted, raising his arm as his bronze axe hummed in his palm. Instantly, blood surged within the hall, and the totem tattoos of hundreds of Wu tribe warriors glowed red, causing rubble to fall from the dome.

The ghostly flames flickering around Yu Qiang's fingertips flicker as he frowns slightly and says, "If those two old Taoists, Jieyin and Zhunti, were to personally intervene..."

"So what if I'm a sage?" Gonggong suddenly stomped on the floor tiles, and twelve Xuan Shui dragons burst forth from his body. "Back when we crashed into Buzhou Mountain, I even dared to defy the laws of Heaven." These words drew cheers from the hall, and the fighting spirit swept through the palace like wildfire.

Zhou Yi noticed the detail that Yu Qiang's knuckles were white, and sighed inwardly that this once innocent and carefree Ancestral Witch of Rain had transformed into a meticulous and shrewd individual since his transformation from the Earthly Body into Reincarnation. He raised his hand to quell the commotion: "Do you all know that in the Zixiao Palace outside the Trayastrimsa Heaven, the Three Pure Ones are currently watching the movements in the West?"

Seeing the look of understanding on everyone's faces, Zhou Yi seized the opportunity to analyze: "With the great calamity approaching, the six sages are checking and balancing each other. If those two sages dare to cross the line, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's Pangu Banner will probably fall even faster than ours."

As he spoke, a phantom image of a six-way roulette wheel appeared in his palm. "Those who came today are merely scouts, which shows that they have reservations."

Suddenly, a cold wind howled outside the Thick Earth Hall, and amidst the wailing sounds coming from the eighteen levels of hell, the faint chanting of Buddhist scriptures could be heard.

Zhou Yi shattered the strange phenomenon with a flick of his finger and sneered, "Order all halls to establish the Nine Netherworld Restriction on the Path of Reincarnation from this day forward. Anyone who trespasses will first suffer the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations before entering the Path of Reincarnation."

Kuafu shouldered his peachwood staff and grinned, "This method is brilliant! It's perfect for testing the newly crafted Ten Deadly Formations."

Before the words were finished, the eighteen ancestral sorcerers manifested simultaneously at the six gates of the cycle of reincarnation, their chilling aura rushing straight to the Trayastrimsa Heaven.

Zhou Yi stood atop the clouds, gazing down upon the netherworld, his fingertips lightly tapping the jade pendant at his waist. He wanted to see if any of the disciples sent by the Western Sect could truly rival him.

The power of reincarnation surging deep within the underworld is like an inverted galaxy, a pivotal point concerning the lifeline of the three realms, and the key move in his thousand-year-long strategic plan.

At the edge of the Blood Sea in the Nine Netherworld, the illusory image of a twelve-petaled lotus platform appears and disappears. Ksitigarbha lowers his eyes and twirls sandalwood prayer beads, the cinnabar between his brows flickering in the eerie wind.