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The seal of reincarnation.

Houtu slowly closed her eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, an immense and boundless pressure erupted from her body!

The tunnel is now in place!

Endless primordial energy surged forth from the Samsara Seal like a tidal wave, pouring into her body!

The illusory images of mountains and rivers revolve!

The laws of the earth are evolving wildly!

The earth's energy surged like a dragon dancing wildly!

The entire Netherworld trembled violently under that oppressive force!

"boom!!!"

A muffled explosion resounded from inside Houtu's body!

That was the sound of shackles breaking!

That's the sound of the Heavenly Dao seal shattering!

It's the sound of billions of dollars binding and completely disintegrating!

Houtu suddenly opened her eyes!

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

She looked down at her hands.

In the palm, the cyclical patterns of reincarnation flow endlessly.

But in that flow, there was no stagnation whatsoever.

She raised her eyes and gazed beyond the netherworld.

Looking out over that distant, ancient land.

She looked out at the outside world, where she had never taken a single step out of her multi-million dollar club.

"The shackles... are broken."

Houtu murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.

She slowly raised her hand and reached forward.

Five fingers pierced through the void, passed through the barrier of the netherworld, and touched that long-lost primordial aura.

warmth.

Fresh and alive.

It carries the fragrance of mountains, rivers, grass and trees, and the radiance of the sun, moon and stars.

A sudden light shone in Houtu's eyes.

She took a step forward.

"Buzz!"

The void rippled silently.

The pale yellow figure vanished from the Samsara Seal in an instant.

next second.

Beyond the netherworld.

The void rippled slightly.

A pale yellow figure slowly materialized.

Houtu stood in the void, her body surrounded by endlessly flowing Dao patterns, her gaze piercing through billions of miles of primordial wilderness, landing on the distant mountains and rivers.

She saw it.

Seeing the remains of Buzhou Mountain after its collapse.

The lingering scars on the sky had already healed.

I saw those four colossal pillars supporting the sky, standing at the four corners.

On the shores of the East China Sea, the Martial Arts Monument stands tall, with billions of people kneeling before it.

In Wanshou Mountain, the ginseng fruit trees still reach for the sky.

Seeing that the Jie Sect was at its peak on Jin'ao Island.

Upon seeing Shouyang Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, and Xumi Mountain, the three sacred sites appeared dim and lifeless.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Take a deep breath.

That was the aura of the primordial era.

It is the air of freedom.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

A total of hundreds of millions of yuan.

She finally... came out.

Houtu slowly opened her eyes, and a smile slowly crept onto her lips.

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

"Brothers..."

She murmured softly:

"I'm out."

"It's a pity... you won't be able to see it."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

She stood alone in the void, motionless for a long time.

a long time.

She turned around and looked towards the underworld.

Looking towards the ever-revolving cycle of reincarnation.

"Although I have escaped, the cycle of reincarnation... still requires my presence."

She spoke softly:

"I will return after I have traveled throughout the primordial world."

Having said that, she took a step forward.

The pale yellow figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the primordial wilderness.

......

Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates were tightly shut.

Inside the palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly, and four figures stood before the palace gate.

Yuanshi's face was ashen, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light around him flickered. Laozi's withered face was even more ashen. Jieyin lowered his eyes, and the Buddhist light in his palm dimmed. Zhunti lowered his head and remained silent.

The four sages stood before the palace gate, but did not push it open.

Because the door is not yet open.

"The teacher told me to wait and leave, so why isn't the door opening?"

Zhunti spoke in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed anxiety.

Yuanshi did not reply.

He just stared intently at the tightly closed palace gate, his eyes gleaming.

he was thinking.

Thinking of Xuandu's words, the pillar of light that mended the heavens, and the figure in green standing in the void.

Think of those four words, "carefully calculate cause and effect".

The more he thought about it, the more somber his expression became.

"Buzz".

The palace gates finally opened.

Beyond the door, there was only chaos, stretching to the horizon.

The four sages exchanged a glance and bowed in unison:

"Thank you so much, teacher, for saving my life!"

Inside the palace, the gray figure stood with his hands behind his back amidst the chaos, his back to them.

a long time.

A calm, unwavering voice rang out:

"Go."

The two words fell without sorrow or joy, without anger or power.

The four saints bowed again, turned around, and took a step forward.

Four streaks of light vanished in an instant before the Purple Cloud Palace.

Inside the palace, all was deathly silent.

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the endless void and falling upon the lower realm.

It landed on Jin'ao Island.

The celestial island floating in the East China Sea is now at the height of its fortune, its golden light soaring into the sky.

The Intercepting Sect.

Since Xuandu spread martial arts and gathered the fortune of the human race, the Jie Sect has been the number one sect in the prehistoric world.

After mending the heavens, he achieved 30% of his merit and joined the Jie Sect, which increased his fortune by another 30%.

Today, Jin'ao Island is far more prosperous than when the Jie Sect was at its peak.

It far surpasses the Chan School and the Western School.

Even at the height of Lao Tzu's teachings, it was still far inferior.

Hongjun's gaze was indifferent.

He knew perfectly well what this meant.

The Jie Sect became dominant, while the other sects declined.

How should we plan for the next great calamity, the Investiture of the Gods?

The will of Heaven is predetermined; there will be sages undergoing tribulations, gods and immortals engaging in battles, and the Investiture of the Gods will be issued.

With the Jie Sect's fortune so strong, how could Tongtian allow his disciple to face the tribulation?

How will the order of Heaven be maintained at that time?

Hongjun slowly raised his hand.

Her sleeves fluttered slightly.

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

He was about to take a step forward and go to Jin'ao Island to give Tongtian a hard time.

At the very least, expel those tens of millions of witches from the Jie Sect.

The Wu tribe was formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and has a deep karmic connection with the Earth.

Although Houtu was trapped in the netherworld, she was still a sage of the earthly path.

The Jie Sect took in the Witch Clan, causing its fortune to surge and its connection with the underground world to deepen day by day.

If this continues, the balance between the Way of Heaven, the Way of Earth, and the Way of Humanity will inevitably be tilted.

This is not what he wanted to see.

But just as he took that step...

Hongjun's figure suddenly froze.

For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fluctuation was extremely faint, yet it carried a hint of unbelievable astonishment.

"The shackles...are broken?"

He murmured softly, his voice carrying a tremor he himself was unaware of.

Hongjun suddenly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the void and landing in the direction of the Netherworld.

There, a pale yellow figure stood alone in the void, with the Dao patterns of reincarnation flowing endlessly around him.

Houtu.

She stands outside the netherworld, between the primordial heavens and earth.

Her beautiful face held a hint of relief.

She raised her eyes and looked up at the heavens.

He looked toward the gaze that came from Zixiao Palace.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised frankness.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun."

Houtu spoke slowly, her voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the heavens:

"Hope you've been well."

The four words fell like a thunderclap!

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun Daozu's expression changed drastically!

The indifference on that ancient face finally shattered, revealing the unfathomable gloom beneath!

How is that possible!

That shackle was set up by him personally when he was at the half-step Heavenly Dao cultivation level!

From the moment Houtu transformed into the cycle of reincarnation, she has existed and has never wavered!

No matter how high Houtu's cultivation level or how strong her underground passage is, she can't break free!

unless......