Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The last word fell.

"boom--!!!!!"

An indescribable destructive energy erupted from within Houtu's true form.

There was no sound, but rather a collapse of "existence".

Under that power, the million-foot-tall Ancestral Witch's true form disintegrated inch by inch like a sand sculpture, from the torso to the limbs, and finally the head.

Every inch of flesh and blood that shattered released devastating energy, instantly evaporating the surrounding sea of ​​blood into nothingness.

The violent shockwave spread rapidly, and wherever it passed, the sea of ​​blood ceased to churn, turning into nothingness.

It is not evaporation, not decomposition, but direct erasure, restoring it to the most primitive chaotic flow of earth, wind, water, and fire.

Half of the sea of ​​blood turned into chaos under this collapse.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, underestimated the power of the Chaos Demon God's primordial energy eruption.

Ancestor Styx groaned, and the twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus beneath his feet erupted with its last karmic fire, transforming into a thin layer of light to protect him and Huanglong.

The light shield trembled violently in the shock wave, and the lotus petals withered and shattered one by one.

Huanglong lay on the lotus platform, looking at the apocalyptic scene before him.

He watched as Houtu's true form completely crumbled, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.

Watching as half the sea of ​​blood was instantly swallowed by chaos, countless true spirits were completely wiped out amidst their wails.

He looked at the center of the explosion, where the power of the Origin of Reincarnation was fully released, returning the Sea of ​​Blood to chaos.

However, the violent chaotic energy continued to spread outwards, seemingly threatening to devour the entire sea of ​​blood and even the primordial world, returning it to chaos.

In his despair, Huanglong saw the light...!

Three beams of light!

Three familiar figures appeared in front of him without him noticing.

A wisp of Yin-Yang energy swirls around him, above his head stands the Xuanhuang Pagoda, beneath his feet lies the Taiji Golden Bridge, and his face is compassionate and serene.

A beam of pure immortal light protected him, he held the Pangu Banner in his hand, and his brows exuded supreme majesty.

A sword aura shot into the sky, with the phantom images of the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords hanging on his back, and his eyes as sharp as celestial swords.

The Three Pure Ones descended at the same time.

The Three Pure Ones glanced at Huanglong and all showed expressions of satisfaction.

Taiqing made the first move.

The Xuanhuang Pagoda above his head trembled slightly, releasing countless streams of Xuanhuang energy.

The Tai Chi symbol beneath my feet represents the rotation of Yin and Yang.

Each wisp of primordial yellow energy was as heavy as a mountain, yet as light as a feather when it fell.

The ever-expanding, violent energy, upon touching the Xuanhuang Qi and the Yin and Yang Qi, was as if smoothed out by an invisible hand, and the chaotic laws began to be orderly reorganized.

Yuanshi Tianzun followed closely behind.

He waved the Pangu Banner in his hand in the air, and with each wave, a section of the shattered sea of ​​blood was "frozen".

The earth, wind, water, and fire returned to calm, the chaotic energy flowed back, and the erased boundary of the sea of ​​blood reappeared. Although its area was only half of what it used to be, at least its "existence" itself was preserved.

The Master of Heaven was the last to make a move.

He looked toward the center of the explosion, where four swords trembled and hummed behind him.

As soon as the gaze fell upon it, the sword light arrived, and the chaotic energy ball formed by the collapse of Houtu's true body, the upheaval of the origin of reincarnation, and the evaporation of half of the sea of ​​blood suddenly "froze".

It wasn't frozen, but rather locked from the inside by billions of invisible sword energies, each one forcibly sorting out the chaotic energy flow.

The three sages joined forces, and the three most powerful forces since the beginning of time finally built an insurmountable dam in the face of the earth-shattering explosion.

The chaotic energy cluster was forcibly compressed and condensed, from covering half of the blood sea to being compressed to a thousand miles, a hundred miles, and finally only a chaotic colored sphere with a diameter of ten miles.

On the surface of the sphere of light, the elements of earth, wind, water, and fire constantly evolve and perish.

The laws of cyclical rebirth within the light sphere evolve and merge within it.

The Blood Sea was saved, although half of it turned into chaos, and the true form of Houtu Ancestral Witch was completely shattered, leaving not even a trace of flesh and blood behind.

The sea of ​​blood returned to calm, and the countless true spirits that survived in the remaining half of the sea of ​​blood stopped wailing.

The Styx Ancestor, mimicking the Yellow Dragon, slumped onto the red lotus, looking at the sea of ​​blood that was now only half full. His eyes showed no grief, only numbness.

The Blood Sea is his true body and his foundation. Now that it has been damaged to this extent, his combat power has been reduced by at least 50%!

To recover, it would require countless hours of arduous cultivation.

Huanglong struggled to his feet, looking at the ball of light sealed by the Three Pure Ones at the center of the explosion, and then at the spot where Houtu's true form had shattered.

There was nothing there.

There is no flesh and blood, no true spirit.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, seems to have never existed.

Then, just as endless sorrow rose in Huanglong's heart...!

A ray of light shone from the center of that sealed, chaotic sphere.

Very faint, very small, like the true spirit struggling in this sea of ​​blood.

But Huanglong would never mistake the aura emanating from that light.

"Houtu...the Ancestral Witch?" he murmured.

That glimmer of light began to grow.

It emerges from the center of the light sphere, like a tender sprout breaking through the soil, slowly and steadily extending outwards.

Wherever the light passed, the sealed chaotic energy began to dissolve!

It doesn't dissipate, but is absorbed and assimilated by this light.

The three Pure Ones simultaneously withdrew their attacks, retreated to Huanglong's side, and quietly watched this scene unfold.

A flash of understanding crossed Taiqing's eyes. Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly, while Tongtian Jiaozhu stood with his arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Light is growing.

From a single point, to a line, to a surface, it eventually transforms into a light curtain covering an area of ​​billions of miles.

Within the light screen, there were illusory images of undulating mountains and rushing rivers—a rudimentary form of a "world."

At the center of this nascent world, a hazy figure is slowly coalescing.

She wasn't tall, only the height of an average person, but when she appeared,

The entire sea of ​​blood...

No......!

All living beings on the entire primordial land felt this.

The mountains trembled slightly, the rivers changed course, and a deep resonance came from the depths of the earth.

That is the true spirit of Houtu.

But it is no longer the true spirit of the ancestral witch.

Her true spirit and the origin of the Reincarnation Demon God were completely merged in that destruction.

Houtu's true spirit opened its eyes.

There were no pupils in his eyes, only two slowly rotating vortexes of reincarnation.

She looked down at her illusory hands, then at the emerging world around her, and finally at Huanglong and the Three Pure Ones beside him, nodding slightly in thanks.

Then, Houtu looked at Styx, who was slumped on the red lotus of karmic fire, with a hint of apology.

Then Houtu swept over the endless true spirits in the remaining sea of ​​blood.

When she spoke, her voice was no longer the deep, resonant tone of the ancestral witch, but rather ethereal and otherworldly, as if echoing from the deepest recesses of the earth:

"I feel that the primordial world is incomplete. After all living beings die, their remnant souls wander aimlessly, and their true spirits sink into a sea of ​​blood, with no chance of reincarnation."

"Now, with my own body, I merge with the origin of reincarnation."

From this point on—

She raised her hands, palms facing the sky.

"In the primordial world, there must have been an underworld to guide the true spirits of all beings through the cycle of reincarnation."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire sea of ​​blood boiled!

The billions of true spirits, who were sinking in the sea of ​​blood, cheered and rushed toward Houtu.

They've been wallowing in blood for far too long!