Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 150 Houtu Bestows Merits

It no longer floated above the sea of ​​blood, but instead, like an incomparably heavy, complete plane that carried the order of life and death in the primordial world, it silently and resolutely sank into the deepest part of the primordial land with an irresistible force!

There was no earth-shattering impact as expected, but the "force" and "weight" contained in the fall caused the entire prehistoric continent to tremble violently!

A series of deep, rumbling sounds emanated from the depths of the earth, as if endless palaces were being formed and countless chains of laws were connecting and interlocking with the earth veins and yin veins of the primordial world!

The primordial earth veins were altered, and the order of Yin and Yang was reshaped!

The sky became clearer and higher, while beneath the earth, a vast, mysterious, and mysterious underworld appeared, which governs the end and origin of all things!

The entire primordial world was shaking, adapting, and cheering for this new and crucial component—the Netherworld, the place of reincarnation!

Just as the Netherworld sank completely into the primordial earth and completed its connection with the main world, the vast and boundless golden light of Xuanhuang merit, which even made saints envious, finally found its final destination!

They were like the Milky Way bursting its banks, or like ten thousand cosmic rivers pouring down at the same time, making a deafening roar that shook the universe, pouring into, cleansing, and filling every inch of land, every building, and every law of this newly born Netherworld!

Wherever the power of merit passes, filth is purified, the void is stabilized, and the laws are strengthened. Everything becomes sacred, solemn, and inviolable! The Netherworld has officially become an indispensable and crucial part of the primordial laws!

At the very core of that golden light of merit, where the figure of the Ancestral Witch Houtu had vanished, a humanoid silhouette, extremely dim, almost transparent, and seemingly formed from the purest soul light and merit, began to slowly coalesce.

She absorbed the remaining traces of the most primordial true spirit imprint of the ancestral witch Houtu, and drew upon boundless merit and the power of the laws of reincarnation, gradually solidifying her form.

Her appearance was ninety percent similar to that of Houtu, the Ancestral Witch. She was still as dignified and beautiful as ever, with gentle eyes and brows. However, she lacked some of the fierce aura of the Ancestral Witch and the earth-like heavy sharpness. Instead, she had more compassion and love for those who had seen through the cycle of life and death, as well as the supreme majesty and indifference of those who ruled the underworld.

Her aura was no longer that of a pure earth ancestor witch, but had become deep, vast, and all-encompassing in the end and origin of all things, completely merging with the entire underworld and the laws of the six realms of reincarnation, becoming one with it!

A boundless, majestic, and supreme holy power, different from that of the Heavenly Dao Saints, yet equally supreme, erupted from her body, sweeping across the primordial world!

This sacred power does not originate from the Primordial Purple Qi of the Heavenly Dao, but is a more ancient and original supreme majesty that is directly recognized by the primordial world and the will of the Great Dao!

Houtu, the ancestral witch, with great compassion, great vows, and great sacrifice, transformed herself into the cycle of reincarnation to restore the order of the primordial world. Her merits were immeasurable, and she directly attained the position of the Great Dao Saint!

At this moment, she is reincarnation, and reincarnation is her! She is the Lord of the Underworld, the beginning and end of the cycle of reincarnation for all spirits!

The newborn woman slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were as deep as the starry sea, reflecting the endless cycle of life and death in the six realms of existence, and containing a profound compassion and detachment from worldly concerns, as well as a deep understanding of life and death throughout the ages.

Her gaze swept across the world, seemingly piercing the barriers of the underworld, and she saw Qinglian standing quietly to the side, surrounded by a clear light, silently guarding and watching all of this, and who had traveled with her through the primordial world and had a good relationship with the witch clan.

She, or rather, she who inherited all of Houtu's memories and some of her emotions, yet had transcended them, slightly raised her slender hand and gently waved it towards the golden clouds of merit that were still pouring forth in a vast and seemingly endless manner.

Instantly, about one-tenth of the vast golden cloud of merit separated and transformed into a warm and pure golden torrent containing the supreme mysteries of the opening of reincarnation, the creation of life and death, and the establishment of order. As if it had a spirit, it surged towards Qinglian and instantly entered his body.

Qinglian's body trembled slightly, but she did not resist. Instead, she closed her eyes and focused her mind.

This merit did not forcibly enhance his cultivation level, but rather acted as a key, unlocking for him the treasure trove of ultimate mysteries of the Great Dao of Creation contained within the process of reincarnation and birth!

In an instant, his understanding of the way of creation within himself was rapidly enhanced, deepened, and expanded at an unprecedented speed!

Creation is not only about the creation of life, but also about the final destination of death and the cycle of order!

Life and death, creation and end, the cleansing and reshaping of the soul—these are the ultimate manifestations of the two sides of the great Dao of creation!

This realization was like opening a brand new door to the ultimate realm of Hunyuan for him, allowing his understanding of his own Dao to reach a completely new and incomparably profound level! Its value far exceeds the simple accumulation of magical power!

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Netherworld, which had become completely stable and whose golden light of merit was gradually receding, the order of reincarnation was being perfected.

The void trembled, and the Great Dao hummed. Two spiritual treasures, radiating innate spiritual light and containing the supreme authority to judge, record, and guide the souls of the dead, absorbed the remaining merits and laws of reincarnation on their own, evolving into a thin book. It was neither gold nor jade nor paper, and its color was dark black. Three divine Dao characters, "Book of Life and Death," naturally appeared on the cover!

The pages move without wind, and though there are no words on them, they seem to contain the true names, lifespans, merits and demerits of countless beings in the primordial world, permeated with the energy of cause and effect and destiny, and in charge of the lifespan, fortune and misfortune of living beings!

One is an ancient-style writing brush, with a jet-black handle and dark gold bristles, radiating a light that judges good and evil and decides life and death—the Judge's Brush! The slightest movement of the brush tip seems to be able to sketch destiny and decide life and death!

These two innate spiritual treasures were born in accordance with the Great Dao of Reincarnation, and are thus sacred artifacts of reincarnation!

The newborn woman waved her hand, and the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen transformed into two streams of light, one black and one gold, which fell into her palm and blended perfectly with her aura, as if they were originally part of her body.

Holding two sacred artifacts of reincarnation, she calmly surveyed the vast world she had transformed into, feeling the endless streams flowing in from all corners of the primordial world, passing through the Gates of Hell, the Road to the Underworld, the River of Oblivion, and the Bridge of Helplessness, undergoing initial cleansing and diversion.

The torrents of souls began to flow into different vortex channels according to some mysterious and strict rules, their faces showing neither joy nor sorrow, only a calm and indifferent expression of fulfilling their destiny and witnessing the birth of order.

She spoke slowly, her voice clear and distant, yet it resonated clearly throughout the primordial world, announcing the end of one era and the official beginning of another: "The cycle of reincarnation is established, and the mandate of heaven is fulfilled. From this day forward, I, Pingxin, will rule the netherworld, operate the cycle of reincarnation, and bring blessings to all living beings."

"Houtu is no longer a witch!"