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Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed slightly.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that young face that exuded boundless composure.

A sudden, indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Who exactly is this person?

With this layout in place, there is no flaw in the plan.

To help the earth achieve its goals and to provide livelihoods for humanity.

Now, he will once again face the prying eyes of Hongjun Daozu alone.

Zhen Yuanzi, however, could only watch helplessly, powerless to do anything about it.

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu..."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke, his voice slightly deep.

Xuandu raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Go."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty:

"Don't keep Fellow Daoist Hongyun waiting too long."

Zhen Yuanzi remained silent.

He then nodded emphatically.

"Take care of yourself!"

Two words fell.

He turned around and took a step forward.

"Buzz!"

The void rippled silently.

The figure in the green robe, along with the red cloud spirit in his sleeve, vanished instantly beneath the ginseng fruit tree.

Only Xuandu remained standing under the tree, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He gazed at the disappearing figure, at the gradually closing void, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

Red clouds.

That kindest man in the primordial world, that compassionate Taoist who gave up his seat in Zixiao Palace, that innate deity who perished in the great calamity.

They're finally coming back.

When he is reincarnated and returns, when he has achieved success in his cultivation, when he returns to his peak.

At that time, the primordial world will have one more powerful being.

At that time, humanity will have another helper.

At that time, the era of absolute supremacy of the Heavenly Way will be further complicated.

This is what Xuandu wanted.

Every step, every game, every piece.

All of this is for the benefit of humanity.

They are all human.

All of this is for the eventual arrival of... the balance of the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

Xuandu slowly withdrew his gaze and looked towards the Netherworld.

There, the vibrations in the tunnel grew stronger and stronger.

The Goddess Houtu is about to break free of her shackles.

The gaze of Dao Ancestor Hongjun is about to descend.

At this moment, he stood in the Wuzhuang Temple, under the ginseng fruit tree, concealed by the Chaos Pearl.

The safest place.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm.

He is waiting.

The journey to the bottom is complete.

Wait until the matters in the underworld are settled.

When everything settles down.

Then......

He raised his eyes and looked up at the heavens.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

I looked toward the gray figure hidden behind the purple aura.

The smile on his lips deepened even further.

......

Underworld.

The giant seal of reincarnation slowly rotated, its six rays of light intertwining and flowing, making it more than ten times more stable than before.

Houtu stood alone on the seal, her aura surging, reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Earthly Saint realm.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Deep within those chaotic-colored eyes lay a vast, unfathomable abyss.

She looked down at her hands.

In his palm, the cycle of reincarnation flowed endlessly, each line crystal clear and containing boundless power.

She looked up at the six realms of reincarnation.

The six rays of light rotated endlessly, becoming more than ten times more stable than before.

She turned around and looked towards the underworld.

The vast expanse of the netherworld was all within her perception.

Every ghost, every ghost messenger, every inch of land is connected to her heart and soul.

But she didn't move.

I simply stand quietly on the Samsara Seal, waiting.

Waiting for that moment to arrive.

"Buzz!"

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in a green robe slowly emerged from the ripples.

It was Zhen Yuanzi.

He landed before the Reincarnation Seal, gazing at the pale yellow figure, at that beautiful yet infinitely majestic face, and bowed slightly:

"Empress Houtu".

Houtu turned around and looked at him.

A faint ripple flickered deep within those chaotic-colored eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."

She spoke, her voice calm:

"You've arrived."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded:

"Yes."

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu has instructed me to come to the Underworld immediately to meet the Empress."

He paused, then reached into his sleeve and took out the crimson halo:

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

"Red Cloud True Spirit."

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly.

She gazed at the crimson halo, at the extremely faint fluctuation of true spirit within it, and slowly spoke:

"Red Clouds..."

"Back then, when Zixiao Palace gave up its seat, the primordial purple aura enveloped him, which was an extraordinary opportunity."

"Unfortunately, too much opportunity can turn into disaster."

She raised her hand, and in her palm, the Dao patterns of reincarnation flowed slightly:

"Give him to me."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi was visibly shaken.

He stared intently at Houtu, his eyes filled with unbelievable surprise:

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty is willing to help Hongyun enter the cycle of reincarnation?!"

Houtu nodded slightly:

"Your offering of the Earth Book completes the Earthly Path; your merit is immeasurable."

"How could I not repay such a great act of merit?"

"not to mention......"

She paused, her gaze deepening slightly:

"I have also heard about what happened to Hongyun back then."

"He was an innocent man, yet he met such a tragic end because of a wisp of primordial purple energy."

"Now that I have the opportunity to enter the cycle of reincarnation, I will certainly grant it."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes welled up with tears.

He cupped the crimson halo in his hands and solemnly presented it:

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Houtu raised her hand and took the ball of light.

A halo of light entered my palm, causing it to tremble slightly.

The true spirit of the slumbering billion-dollar society seemed to sense something and twitched slightly.

Houtu gazed at it, her eyes softening.

"Go."

She spoke softly:

"Entering the cycle of reincarnation, being reborn."

"The day you return will be the day your foundation is elevated to a higher level."

"At that time, the path of cultivation will be smooth sailing."

The sound faded.

She pointed with her hand.

The Great Seal of Reincarnation trembled violently!

Six beams of light erupted!

The illusory images of the six realms of existence—heaven, man, asura, animal, hungry ghost, and hell—all appeared simultaneously!

One of them is the Gate of Humanity!

Houtu's palm trembled.

That crimson halo transformed into a stream of light, which plunged straight into the portal to the human realm!

"Buzz!"

The gates of humanity shine brightly!

The light was so brilliant, so warm, so vast that it instantly enveloped the entire Netherworld!

All the spirits knelt on the ground in that light, trembling.

All the ghost messengers bowed in reverence within the light, not daring to raise their heads.

Zhen Yuanzi stood before the Reincarnation Seal, his eyes reddening as he gazed at the stream of light that had disappeared into the gate of humanity.

Red clouds.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

He had finally waited for this day.

He finally...sent Hongyun into the cycle of reincarnation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Zhen Yuanzi bowed again, completing the ritual.

Houtu nodded slightly:

"No need for such formalities."

"Hongyun entered the human realm, and after reincarnation, his origins were elevated, and he was endowed with extraordinary talents."

"You will know when he returns."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, took a deep breath, and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

After doing all this, Houtu slowly raised her eyes and looked at the void above the Samsara Seal.

She sensed it.

She sensed that the shackles still hung deep within her soul, like ancient, cold iron, firmly binding her path.

That is the shackles of Heaven's will.

It was a seal personally set up by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

This shackle has existed since the moment she was reborn into the cycle of reincarnation.

She was trapped in the underworld, unable to take a single step out of the billion-dollar gathering.

With her brothers gone, she could only sit in the cycle of reincarnation and watch helplessly.

While the warriors of the witch clan fought a bloody battle, she could only pray silently in the depths of the underworld.

This is the price.

The price of awakening the tunnels.

But now...

Houtu lowered her head and looked at her hands.

In his palm, the cycle of reincarnation flowed endlessly, each line crystal clear and containing boundless power.

Having achieved perfect enlightenment and received nourishment from her origin, she has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Earthly Saint realm.

Although he is not quite at the half-step Heavenly Dao realm of Hongjun Daozu, he is already infinitely close.

And that shackle...

Houtu's gaze sharpened.

"It's time to end this."

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

The sound faded.

"Buzz!"

The Samsara Seal trembled violently!

Six beams of light erupted!

The entire Netherworld trembled at that moment!

On the road to the underworld, countless souls knelt on the ground, trembling.

In the River of Oblivion, countless vengeful spirits ceased their struggles, staring intently at the pale yellow figure standing on the Seal of Reincarnation.

At the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po held a bowl of soup, the soup inside swirling violently.

All the ghostly messengers felt a sense of unease...