Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Upon stepping onto this place, one can truly reincarnate." Haotian pondered for a moment, "In the future, there will be too many living beings, and relying solely on their own reincarnation may not be enough. A Reincarnation Division can be established here, under the jurisdiction of the Judgment Hall, and it will also require the assistance of ghosts and gods."

Houtu smiled and said, "This is simple. We can just work on the six bridges."

"Your Majesty, please do as you see fit." Haotian nodded. The Three Pure Ones also thought of their disciples. Their divine duties here were quite easy. They only needed to arrange for all beings to enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation and at most check whether there were any errors or omissions in the Hall of Judgment.

"There is one more thing: living beings must have their memories erased before entering the cycle of reincarnation, lest they disturb the world."

"Does the Heavenly Emperor mean the mystery of the womb?" Houtu paused for a moment.

"That's right. Otherwise, if immortals and gods could reincarnate at will, it would surely disrupt the order of the Netherworld." Haotian's eyes sharpened. This matter could not be compromised.

Nuwa paused for a moment, then said, "Then I will do it."

She created an avatar, an old woman, who landed on the Bridge of Helplessness. Before her stood a large pot of simmering, golden-yellow soup: "I am Meng Po, this is the Meng Po Soup I created. Drink one bowl and you will forget all your past!"

Nuwa looked at Haotian meaningfully. The human race was the protagonist of heaven and earth, something the two of them had discussed before!

But when reincarnation appeared, she understood that her brother had to undergo this reincarnation as a human, and therefore, he had to be under her supervision.

Haotian nodded slightly, and Nuwa withdrew her gaze.

"In that case, is the construction of reincarnation complete?"

"Can!"

The four sages nodded, and Houtu had no objections. Haotian ascended into the sky, and a beam of black light descended from the auspicious clouds, radiating the fluctuations of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"This is the Book of Life and Death. I will use it as the basis, and the heads of each hall of the Judgment Hall will be in charge of the supplementary books to arrange the reincarnation of all beings."

"First King Qin Guang, Second King Chu Jiang, Third King Song Di, Fourth King Wu Guan, Fifth King Yama, Sixth King Bian Cheng, Seventh King Tai Shan, Eighth King Du Shi, Ninth King Ping Deng, Tenth King Zhuan Lun!"

Ten illusory figures identical to the Book of the Underworld descended and merged into ten grand halls that rose from the ground. Everyone's eyes lit up; these were divine positions with immense power in the Netherworld!

"Our Heavenly Court needs three!" Haotian spoke first.

"Two members of the Witch Clan!"

"The three Kunluns."

"One demon." Nuwa's expression darkened. Most of the demons had entered the Heavenly Court, and there were few capable of taking the position at Phoenix Perch Mountain.

"As for the last one, if a suitable candidate is found, we will discuss it further." Although Haotian's voice was soft, everyone understood his meaning: if it was one of the two Western Saints, they would be eliminated immediately.

Nuwa couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the perfected Underworld and the power of merit descending from the void. She clicked her tongue in amazement, thinking that those two had talked too much and hadn't received a single bit of this merit.

"These are just high-ranking official positions in the underworld. We also need judges, soul-reaping messengers, and guiding gods like the impermanent Ox-Head and Horse-Face. Although the divine positions are small, they still have merit."

Haotian finished speaking with a smile. Yuanshi hesitated, but Nuwa, Houtu, and Tongtian's eyes lit up. They had many clansmen and disciples under their command!

"We will arrange this matter."

"The witch clan can also produce outstanding individuals."

"If any fellow Daoists from the primordial world come, they may also serve in this role!"

The group quickly settled the matter in a few words. Nuwa gave a look, and Haotian shook his head slightly, indicating that it wasn't the right time yet.

"What does Junior Sister want to say?" Laozi looked over.

Nuwa was taken aback, then smiled sweetly: "I think the underworld is too monotonous with only black and white colors."

Haotian took out a spiritual root from his sleeve. The petals were distinct, but there were no leaves. "This is the other shore flower, also known as Manjusaka. Its flowers and leaves never meet, and it also has the aura of the underworld, which is perfect for the underworld."

Nuwa nodded, her hands flashing with divine light of creation, and one after another, spider lilies appeared and fell into the underworld. Haotian also used his great divine power of manipulating creation, and the two of them worked together to decorate the underworld in a dark red color.

"Junior Brother's Creation Law has actually reached the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint." Nuwa said quietly. If I had not attained enlightenment, with this junior brother's talent, over time, the Creation Saint in the prehistoric world might have been replaced.

Haotian smiled in response, and Houtu looked at the scenery with delight. Even those with spiritual roots in the underworld were mostly dark-colored, and these spider lilies had decorated the place for this purpose.

Houtu looked at the Three Lives Stone, and a dark purple divine light appeared, causing countless souls to line up and enter the cycle of reincarnation.

With her current strength, she can directly handle the trials by using the tunnel, but only occasionally. If she were to do it all the time, wouldn't that be treating her too disrespectfully as a saint?

As the many souls went to hell to be punished and reincarnated, the gods fell silent. Haotian's eyes flickered, and Laozi's brow twitched, as if something related to them had happened.

"What's wrong, elder brother/junior brother?" Yuanshi Tongtian asked in confusion.

Haotian Laozi closed his eyes and kept calculating, but he still couldn't find the reason.

A dark yellow color appeared in the sky above the underworld. This was the first time that living beings in the world had been reincarnated, and naturally, merits would be bestowed upon them.

Houtu put away her merits and looked at Haotian: "Fellow Daoist, do you have any other plans?"

Haotian frowned, his mind had been in a daze, but he didn't know what had happened. Hearing what Houtu said, he could only sigh.

The evil corpse Emperor Shitian emerged from his primordial spirit, unleashing his aura as a peak Quasi-Saint without restraint. His dense imperial might permeated the entire Underworld, causing the eleven Ancestral Witches and Zhen Yuanzi Styx, who were not among the five Saints, to change their expressions drastically.

"I, the Emperor, will temporarily take charge of all matters concerning the Underworld!"

The Emperor's mighty power spread from the underworld to the primordial land, causing countless beings to change their expressions.

Seeing Houtu's unmoved expression, the Three Pure Ones knew that the two had already discussed this matter.

"I suppose you four fellow Daoists will send your disciples here, so I won't keep you any longer," Houtu said softly. The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa remained silent for a moment, knowing that she was trying to send them away.

Yuanshi nodded: "Very well, I will have my disciples come to take up their posts as soon as possible."

Nuwa nodded to Haotian and then left.

"Respectfully seeing off the Sage." The eleven Ancestral Witches and Styx Town Yuanzi bowed, and Haotian also cupped his hands in greeting.

"Let's go to Pingxin Palace," Houtu said. "Fellow Daoist Styx, you should return to the Blood Sea first. Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi can wait a moment."

"As Your Majesty commands." *2

Haotian took a deep breath and stepped into the spacious hall with the eleven Ancestral Witches.

Calm the mind, soothe the resentment of the living, and calm the hearts of the departed souls.

This can be considered the title bestowed upon Houtu by the Great Dao!

After everyone was seated, Houtu smiled apologetically: "The Underworld has just been established, and I don't have anything good to offer you, fellow Daoists."

"It's nothing." Haotian shook his head, but then he saw Dijiang stand up and lead the other Ancestral Witches to bow solemnly to him, "Thank you for your planning for us, fellow Daoist."

Now they understand that if it weren't for this person, they would have already perished on the Lich battlefield, and even if their little sister were to be reborn, she would likely perish completely.

Pangu's physical body created the underworld, and Xiaomei only had a broken heart left after evolving into reincarnation. If it weren't for Haotian, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would not have left a trace in the prehistoric world.

"We had already discussed this, and I naturally won't go back on my word." Haotian smiled and helped the eleven Ancestral Witches to their feet, his gaze turning to Houtu. "After all, the Underground Path also belongs to me, doesn't it?"