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

I own half of the underworld!

As Haotian finished speaking, the eleven Ancestral Witches were all shocked. They hurriedly turned their heads and saw Houtu nod slightly: "That's natural. We agreed on the distribution method long ago, and I will naturally not go back on my word."

Dijiang looked at Houtu with concern. If that's the case, then his little sister, the Lord of the Underground, only has half the power!

That would certainly not be a match for the Dao Ancestor.

Houtu understood his expression, but she didn't say anything to comfort him. It was better for her brothers to know that being careful was better than taking advantage of her status as a saint to act recklessly in the prehistoric world.

Now, Haotian has the Heavenly Court firmly in his grasp, the human race is his bloodline, and he also holds half the power in the Underworld. He can be said to control the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man. Perhaps it won't be long before he can attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal of the Primordial Chaos.

If her brothers and the others were to break any taboos, she didn't think they could outmaneuver this person.

"I thank you again, Dao Ancestor." Houtu pursed her lips. "I will personally thank you when I go to Zixiao Palace in the future."

The Heavenly Dao was unable to enter the Underworld not only because of the obstruction of the Three Pure Ones. The three sages were still insignificant in front of the Heavenly Dao, and most of the Heavenly Dao's power was restricted by the Dao Ancestor, which allowed them to act smoothly and ensure the independence of the Earthly Dao.

Haotian chuckled lightly: "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. Once Master emerges from seclusion, he will surely summon you."

With the Western Earth Veins partially repaired and the Earthly Path now in existence, the era of the Heavenly Path's absolute dominance is over. Master must have seized the opportunity, and he will likely be much freer in the future.

"Fellow Daoist, the evil corpse is temporarily in charge of matters in the Netherworld. Do you have other plans?"

Haotian answered irrelevantly, "Your Majesty, how many sages can the underground passage currently support?"

Houtu remained silent: "There are eight in total. One more is needed to manage the Underworld, plus the Six Paths Lords. Currently, the Underworld is incomplete, so it can only support five!"

"He who oversees the Underworld may be called the Great Emperor of Fengdu," Haotian said, raising his eyebrows and speaking with exceptional gentleness, "and is also known as the Son of Heaven of the Netherworld!"

The Emperor!

Houtu was startled, her eyes wide with astonishment: "The Heaven you speak of, fellow Daoist, refers to...?"

"Naturally, it's not the Heavenly Dao!" Haotian said coldly. "The Heavenly Court rules over the primordial world, and the ranks of the gods should be lower than that of the Heavenly Emperor!"

Houtu pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on Haotian's unyielding expression. The eleven Ancestral Witches grew somewhat irritated. Gonggong, after much restraint, finally spoke, "Does the Heavenly Emperor mean to make the Underworld submit to the Heavenly Court as well?"

"That's right, what's your opinion, Gonggong?" Haotian glanced at him without any expression of joy or anger. The coldness in his eyes made Gonggong freeze in place. His lips opened and closed, but he didn't dare to say anything more!

This person had the same expression when he broke the demon's formation; he even saved my life!

Gonggong gave an embarrassed smile, cupped his hands in greeting, and withdrew them, not daring to say another word.

"Very well, it shall be as you say, fellow Daoist!" Houtu took a deep breath. "The position of Emperor of the Underworld shall be yours to assume!"

Haotian nodded in satisfaction. "It's good that you know what's good for you. It saves me from having to use my backup plan!"

"From now on, the Underworld will be governed by the Netherworld Emperor. Fellow Daoist, do you have any objections?"

"Can!"

"The Underworld requires a pilgrimage once every thousand years. As for the specific offerings, please compile a list so that the Underworld Emperor can bring it to the Heavenly Court!"

"good!"

"Of the four sages who can currently support this position, I have chosen the throne as the Son of Heaven in the Underworld, the Lord of the Celestial Path, the Lord of the Human Path, and the Lord of the Animal Path!"

Houtu hesitated, as if she wanted to speak, while Zhurong exhaled a breath of Zhurong Divine Fire, which she then inhaled again under Haotian's gaze.

"Alright!" Dijiang answered, agreeing on behalf of Houtu. "I will agree to whatever you ask, but you cannot shake my position as the Lord of the Underworld."

Haotian glanced at him in surprise, then chuckled, "Fellow Daoist Dijiang truly lives up to his reputation as the patriarch of the Witch Clan."

That really hit the nail on the head. Indeed, no matter how much Haotian asks for, nothing is more important to Houtu than the Lord of the Earthly Path. This is the position that can guarantee Houtu can sit on equal footing with Hongjun.

Houtu's eyes flashed with relief, and she glanced at Haotian warily. If it weren't for her elder brother, she would have really been led by the nose by Haotian.

"Your Majesty is naturally the master of the underground passage." Haotian didn't care about Dijiang's little scheme. He never intended to monopolize the underground passage. "Your Majesty will suppress the underground passage. I will walk the pure path of the Primordial Golden Immortal."

"However, when I use the power of the underground passage, I will ask Your Majesty for assistance."

Seeing Haotian extend his index finger, Houtu suddenly realized what was happening. Her expression kept changing, which made the eleven Ancestral Witches anxious. Finally, she spoke in a low voice:

"Fellow Daoist's heart, it turns out, has always been something I have never been able to fathom!"

Haotian smiled without saying a word, while Dijiang looked at the two of them with suspicion, asking in riddles, "Little sister, what do you mean?"

Houtu gave a bitter smile, waved her hand to set up a barrier, isolating the eleven Ancestral Witches. She stared fixedly at Haotian:

"Heavenly Heart Finger, I always thought you were named because you could mobilize the power of Heaven, and that you wanted to replace Heaven's Heart with your own. But now you can also mobilize the power of Earth, and you even look down on the position of the Lord of Earth."

"I still remember when we first met on Mount Buzhou. When you spoke your Daoist name, I was amazed that it meant the vast and bright Heaven. It turns out that everything you have done has a traceable origin."

"You want to be on par with Father God Pangu, no, you even want to surpass him!" Houtu's emotions grew increasingly agitated, her gaze fixed intently on Haotian. "Your ambitions are beyond my comprehension!"

Do you intend to cover up the two paths of heaven and earth, and even the primordial world, with your sky?

Haotian was surprised. He hadn't expected Houtu to actually understand this point. Even Master Hongjun thought that she would leave the prehistoric world in the future!

How can a person who is all alone be called the Heavenly Emperor!

Seeing that Haotian did not deny it, Houtu closed her eyes and said, "The Wu Clan does not have a primordial spirit and cannot attain the status of a saint. If the Wu lineage has the opportunity, it should belong to the Wu Clan!"

Haotian pondered for a moment: "Alright!"

"In that case, the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc and the Twenty-Four Grades of Reincarnation Purple Lotus, the supreme treasures of the Underworld, shall each be in charge of one of them, my fellow Daoist."

Haotian nodded, and the two acted simultaneously, drawing upon the power of the earth's energy. The vast, dark energy, imbued with an aura capable of bearing everything, coalesced, forming four statues on the Purple Lotus of Reincarnation.

A black jade figure dressed in imperial robes, a golden-robed celestial being exuding an aura of nobility, human figurines that can be found everywhere in the primordial world, and a demon race whose form is constantly changing.

"We don't know when the remaining three will be able to coalesce." Houtu looked outside the hall, "We can only wait for Fellow Daoist Styx for a while longer."

If the two of them did not manipulate things behind the scenes, the first to appear would definitely be the Heavenly Human Path and the Asura Path, followed by the position of the Netherworld Emperor. As for the Human Path, the human race has not yet truly ascended to the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth, and its progress will be behind that of the Animal Path.

"When it comes to matters of interest, it's naturally first come, first served." Haotian raised an eyebrow. "However, I believe Fellow Daoist Styx would be willing to wait for someone who can attain sainthood."

Houtu thought about it and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Indeed, the Styx River had twice attempted the method of a sage to attain enlightenment, a unique feat in the primordial world!

"The matter here is settled. When will you return to the Heavenly Court, fellow Daoist, so that all the immortals may enter the Netherworld?"

Haotian couldn't help but raise his eyelids, chuckled softly, and swept his gaze across the faces of the eleven Ancestral Witches and Houtu: "Fellow Daoists, you really do have a short memory."

He opened his palms, smiling at them: "Fellow Daoists, have you forgotten to pay your debt?"