Upon hearing Houtu's words, the remaining eleven Ancestral Witches all paled. They sensed something was amiss. Was Houtu destined to be trapped in the Thirty-Three Heavens like Nuwa? Or was she destined to be like the Father God Pangu...?

The Ancestral Witch Xuanming, being a woman herself, cried out, "Houtu, don't scare me!"

Houtu glanced reluctantly at her brothers who had been with her for many years, and said loudly, "I am Houtu of the Wu Clan. Since my birth, I have often traveled through the prehistoric world and witnessed the great deeds of my father. Recently, I discovered that after the death of the creatures in the prehistoric world, their souls are left without support, condensing and refusing to disperse, causing the sea of ​​blood to be filled with resentment."

Today, having gained enlightenment from the Blood Sea, I vow to transform my body into a vessel of reincarnation. With the power of reincarnation, I will absorb the filth of the world and establish six realms: the Asura Realm, the Human Realm, the Ghost Realm, the Animal Realm, the Immortal Realm, and the Hell Realm. All beings of each race will enter the cycle of reincarnation according to their merits in their previous lives. After entering reincarnation, they will be reborn in the primordial world using the power of reincarnation, thus ensuring the eternal immortality of countless spirits throughout the primordial world!

Houtu's voice resounded across the primordial land.

"Reincarnation, stand firm!"

As Houtu's voice faded, her body gradually transformed into starlight and sank into the ground.

A great deal of merit came from heaven and earth, condensed together, and then sank back into the earth.

In an instant, a colossal palace solidified deep underground. Houtu, clad in black, revealed her true form once more through the accumulation of merit, and sat upon a high throne.

Houtu is another person who attained enlightenment without the Primordial Purple Qi after Zhenyuanzi. All the great beings of the Primordial World are paying attention to this situation and roughly understand why Zhenyuanzi closed his doors at Wuzhuang Temple after attaining enlightenment.

This is a great thing for the Primordial World, but for the Witch Clan, it means the loss of a powerful Ancestral Witch on the battlefield, and the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is missing a key element. Even with Houtu's three drops of essence blood, how can the newly grown juniors compare to Houtu?

Di Jun and Tai Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Not having a sage in charge of the Wu tribe was a good thing for the demon tribe.

Houtu transformed herself into the cycle of reincarnation, allowing all living beings in the primordial world to know the method of breakthrough. Even without the Primordial Purple Qi, it is possible if one has great merit, but one must live in seclusion like Zhen Yuanzi and Houtu.

Hongyun himself was lying sprawled on the bed in Wuzhuang Temple, clutching a ginseng fruit that had been bitten twice, showing no trace of the image or majesty of a saint.

It's good that Zhen Yuanzi isn't home. No one cares about his behavior. I don't have to see his brows that could trap a fly, or his face that looks like he's about to lecture me.

Houtu transformed into reincarnation, earning a lot of merit for the Wu tribe. Next, it should be Gonggong crashing into Buzhou Mountain. Heaven will not allow the difference in combat power and merit between the Wu and Yao tribes to be too great.

If Mount Buzhou collapses, the sky will fall, and humanity will surely face another catastrophe. Hongyun immediately made a hand seal and sent a message to Kong Xuan, asking him to gather humanity together as much as possible and protect them.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. These powerful beings only know the law of the jungle and don't care that humans are like ants, unable to withstand even a sneeze from them.

No wonder the Three Realms were later separated, gradually leading to the Dharma-ending Age. Humanity couldn't withstand the magical power of the immortals, and as they grew stronger, they naturally didn't want magical power to exist in the human world anymore.

Gonggong smashed Buzhou Mountain, and Nuwa used five-colored stones to mend the sky. This was the will of Heaven, which could not be reversed. At this time, this was all Hongyun could do. He could save as many people as he could!

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