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Houtu looked at Fuxi, into those calm yet resolute eyes, and a surge of indescribable emotion welled up within her.

This is what makes Xuandu so formidable.

He can not only see the road ahead, but also point out the road ahead to others.

Such is the Kunpeng.

The River Styx is like that.

Zhen Yuanzi was like that.

This is true of Fuxi.

The same applies to the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect.

Houtu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in her heart, and slowly spoke:

"In that case, I will make the arrangements for you."

She raised her hand, and in her palm, the patterns of reincarnation flowed endlessly.

The illusory images of the six realms slowly manifested from the Samsara Seal.

The Way of Heaven and Man.

humane.

The Asura Path.

Beast way.

The realm of hungry ghosts.

The Hell Realm.

Six rays of light shone brightly, reflecting each other.

Houtu looked at Fuxi and slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you have been reincarnated as a human and entered the gate of humanity."

"Once one enters the human realm, where one is reborn, what family one is born into, and what one's identity is are all predetermined and beyond my control."

"Have you thought this through?"

Fuxi nodded.

"I've thought it through."

He paused, then suddenly spoke:

"Your Majesty, Fuxi has another request."

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly: "What is it?"

Fuxi gazed at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"After Fuxi entered the cycle of reincarnation, he lost all his memories of his previous life."

"When I am reborn as a human and have achieved success in my cultivation, please tell me about my past life, Your Majesty."

Tell me why I entered the cycle of reincarnation, why I was reborn as a human, and why I chose that path.

Houtu looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, she nodded slowly.

"good."

With that one word spoken, no further words were uttered.

Fuxi bowed slightly, completing the full bow: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He straightened up and looked at the six flowing portals.

Look toward that door of humanity.

Beyond the door lies an unknown afterlife.

It's a brand new beginning.

It is the destiny ordained by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Fuxi took a deep breath and took a step forward.

The pale blue figure slowly disappeared 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.

Houtu stood alone on the Reincarnation Seal, gazing at the figure that had disappeared into the gate of humanity, her eyes as deep as an abyss.

"Fuxi".

She murmured softly:

"The day you return will be the day the Human Emperor is born."

"At that time, the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors will officially begin."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

The light of reincarnation flows and circulates, and the six realms of existence endlessly revolve.

The River of Oblivion still flows on, and the Road to the Underworld still stretches endlessly.

Countless true spirits line up, waiting to enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn.

Little did they know that the figure who had just entered the gate of humanity would become the future emperor of the human race.

He will be the one who ushered in the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

It will be a crucial piece in the balance between heaven, earth, and humanity.

Houtu withdrew her gaze.

She raised her eyes and looked up at the heavens.

Looking into the depths of chaos.

Looking towards the figure in green who had long since disappeared.

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu."

She spoke in a low, barely audible voice:

"You allowed Fuxi to enter the cycle of reincarnation, to be reborn as a human, and to become the emperor of the human race. What was the purpose of this step?"

"Is it for the sake of humanity's destiny?"

"Is it for the merits of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?"

"Is it all for the eventual balance of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity?"

She paused, her gaze deepening slightly:

"No matter what, I'll wait. I'll wait to see how far you can go."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

......

A chaotic world.

Endless chaotic energy surged like a tide, and chaotic gales raged.

The violent force of that airflow was enough to tear a Golden Immortal to shreds.

The fierceness of that gale was enough to make even a Taiyi Golden Immortal hesitate to approach.

Even a quasi-saint cannot stay here for long without a supreme treasure to protect him.

Ke Xuandu stood amidst the chaos, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders, his aura as restrained as an abyss.

The chaotic energy surged to within three feet of him before silently dissipating.

The chaotic gale howled in, but when it touched his aura, it was like a spring breeze, causing no pain or itching whatsoever.

With his cultivation at the third level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, he thrived in this chaos.

He even felt a lightness in his body.

Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly.

He knew perfectly well why.

In the primordial world, there is the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

Under the laws of Heaven, all things have their predetermined fate, and all living beings are bound by constraints.

Even if one is a Primordial Golden Immortal, transcending the Heavenly Dao and not restricted by the status of a Saint, one is still within the Heavenly Dao even though one is in the Primordial World.

That invisible pressure was ever-present, like a shadow.

But chaos is different.

In the chaos, there is no Heavenly Way, no fixed number, and no shackles.

All laws were yet to take shape; all order was yet to be established.

Here, he is truly free.

Xuan Du took a deep breath.

The chaotic energy entered his body and interacted with the primordial power deep within his Purple Mansion, showing a faint sign of growing stronger.

A slight thought crossed his mind, and he knew that this chaotic energy was the best tonic for a Primordial Golden Immortal.

However, this place is dangerous, and even a Grandmaster of Primordial Chaos would not dare to stay for long.

Xuan Du snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look behind him.

There, the primordial world was like a speck of dust, suspended in chaos.

Looking into the distance, one could see purple mist, golden light soaring into the sky, the radiance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the crimson of the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele amidst the dust.

That's where he came from.

He has his master, his disciples, and everything he has devoted his life to over the past century.

Xuan Du withdrew his gaze, turned around, and took a step forward.

The chaotic energy surged and engulfed his figure.

He didn't know if Yang Mei was nearby.

The Chaos Demon God who attained enlightenment through the hollow willow tree had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

If he were to release his divine sense to investigate here, Yang Mei, with his cultivation level, would certainly be able to sense it.

Whether they will be friend or foe at that time remains to be seen.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The chaotic energy surged and engulfed his figure.

He didn't turn around.

He simply unleashed his full power of primordial chaos, hurtling towards the depths of the primordial chaos.

The sooner the better.

The farther the better.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from the spot in an instant.

next second.

Hundreds of millions of miles away.

Xuan Du materialized and stood in the chaos.

He turned around and looked behind him.

That speck of dust, suspended in the chaos, was now blurred and indistinct.

The primordial world is fading into the distance.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He didn't stop.

move on.

step.

Ten steps.

One hundred steps.

Every step is across billions of miles of empty space.

With each step, we move further away from the primordial chaos.

Each step took him deeper into this boundless chaos.

......

at the same time.

In the chaos near the primordial wilderness.

A figure slowly opened its eyes.

The figure was dressed in a green robe, with a thin face and three long strands of beard flowing down his chest.

He sat cross-legged in the depths of chaos, his aura as restrained as an abyss, merging with the surging chaotic energy.

Unless you consciously try to perceive it, you won't be able to notice it at all.

Yangmei Daoren.

He opened his eyes.

A faint hint of doubt flickered in the depths of those eyes, as deep as the starry sea.

He clearly sensed fluctuations in the surrounding space, but after investigating, he found nothing.