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

Paying off the debt?

What debt are you paying back!

While Dijiang and the others were still stunned, Houtu suddenly realized and smiled helplessly: "I forgot!"

Haotian chuckled; he had used up all of his Ancestral Witch Blood Essence!

Houtu's essence and blood allowed her to dominate Pangu's physical body, and the rest of her essence and blood were sacrificed to the Great Dao to preserve Houtu's heart. Of course, they had to repay her.

However, he didn't lose out on this deal. Back then, the Ancestral Witches were at most in the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, but now they are all in the late stage of Quasi-Saint, and Houtu has also attained sainthood. He has made a huge profit.

However, Houtu was able to react in time, which shows that having a primordial spirit does indeed make one more intelligent.

"Fellow Daoist, you are now in charge of the Underworld, so it is not appropriate for you to show yourself in the Primordial World at will. However, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Witch Clan cannot be lost." Haotian paused before continuing, "I believe it is time for the Witch Clan to choose a Great Witch to become the Thirteen Ancestral Witches."

Houtu was taken aback, then realized, "Fellow Daoist is right."

She can shield the Witch Clan from the Sage, but the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is the Witch Clan's trump card and must be kept intact.

Houtu patted her chest, and two gems, each the size of a fist and exuding a strong aura, flew out, all demonstrating her saintly status!

Two drops of essence blood flew toward Haotian and Dijiang. Houtu's face turned pale. Even though she had attained sainthood, she was still an Ancestral Witch and didn't have much essence blood left.

"Brother, once we get back, we must choose a great shaman as soon as possible and help him break through to the next level."

Dijiang and the other ancestral witches also patted their chests, their essence blood flying to Haotian, and replied with pale faces, "Don't worry."

Haotian smiled and collected the twelve drops of essence blood, then interjected, "I think Hou Yi is quite good. He originally belonged to the Houtu tribe, so he's a perfect fit."

Now that the Wu tribe is unharmed and the other ancestral Wu have not perished, it is best not to let an ambitious great Wu like Chi You succeed to the throne.

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly; she had originally intended to have Houyi serve in the Underworld.

"Brother, you decide."

Dijiang glanced at Haotian suspiciously, then nodded and said, "We will discuss this when we return to the Pangu Palace."

Haotian smiled indifferently, "Fine!"

Choose whomever you like!

"I have fulfilled all my promises. The half of the treasures from the Pangu Palace that you all promised to deliver should be sent to the Heavenly Court as soon as possible. I trust the credibility of the Ancestral Witches." Haotian rose, hands behind his back, and walked out of the palace. "Have Hou Yi deliver it!"

Houtu rose to see him off, and she and the other Ancestral Witches silently watched Haotian's departing figure. Unexpectedly, he stopped at the palace gate, turned his head, revealed half his face, glanced at the eleven Ancestral Witches, and a sly smile played on his lips:

"If the Ancestral Witch were to attain enlightenment, I wonder how powerful the Heavenly Divine Fiend Array would be." Haotian's figure vanished, leaving only his voice echoing throughout the Pingxin Palace, "But to generate a primordial spirit is difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

"What does he mean?" Di Jiang's lips trembled, his gaze fixed on the palace gate, but Haotian had already disappeared.

Zhu Jiuyin's mind was in turmoil, the light of time flowing through his eyes. In an instant, he let out a muffled groan, wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes, and said in a heavy voice, "Unable to see through it!"

"Can we also attain enlightenment?" Gonggong patted Zhurong on the shoulder.

Zhu Rong retaliated with a counterattack, but her gaze fell upon Di Jiang and Hou Tu: "Big brother, little sister, say something!"

"I think he must have a way. He only said it was difficult, but not impossible. I was able to control the Dao after I developed a primordial spirit, since we ancestral witches were originally incomplete!"

Houtu smiled bitterly. Although the true forms of the Ancestral Witches were difficult to kill, once their physical bodies were severed, they would perish completely.

"Little sister..." Dijiang hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Houtu remained silent for a moment before finally speaking: "Haotian must know how the Ancestral Witches attained enlightenment, but he will not reveal such an opportunity."

Dijiang looked at his younger siblings, closed his eyes, and said, "I submit to the Heavenly Emperor!"

Unlike now, where the Ancestral Witches acknowledge his position as Heavenly Emperor and do not rebel, but instead truly join the Heavenly Court and submit to its authority!

The other Ancestral Witches all changed their expressions. Houtu couldn't quite describe her feelings either, torn between the pride of the Witch Clan and the path to enlightenment of her elder brother and sister.

The Pingxin Hall was completely silent as the twelve Ancestral Witches stared at each other in silence.

……

Haotian looked at the Underworld; this was the result of his thirty thousand years of work!

Once the celestial beings and Kunlun disciples arrive, they will be able to set up the framework of the underworld.

"Zhen Yuanzi/Minghe pays respects to the Great Heavenly Venerable."

Looking at the two bowing figures, Haotian smiled gently: "Fellow Daoist Styx, your opportunity lies ahead. Don't wander around aimlessly these next few years; staying in the Underworld is the safest place, understand?"

Styx's expression changed slightly. He and this person had some disagreements in the past, and now he was going to tell him about the opportunities that would come his way in the future?

"You were wise not to tell anyone that I captured Bai Ze. Now you should focus on cultivating by Fellow Daoist Houtu's side."

After Haotian finished speaking, he walked straight forward: "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan, let's have a chat in the Heavenly Court!"

"Zhenyuan obeys!"

"The Styx River respectfully bids farewell to the Great Celestial Venerable!"

The two walked out of the underworld. Haotian did not mount the Five Spirits Heavenly Chariot. Instead, he took out the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Chariot. Just as he was about to turn around and give instructions to Zhenyuanzi, his expression suddenly changed.

The primordial world trembled, the River of Fortune began to fluctuate, and divine light shone in Haotian's eyes, revealing the image of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Below, Kunlun stands the tallest, with Sumeru, Phoenix Perch, and Heavenly Court towering above. There are other mountains of varying sizes, such as Wuzhuang Temple, West Kunlun, Xiaoji Palace, Xuanqiong Mountain, and other places of great supernatural powers. Further below are the abodes of the Great Luo Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals.

These are the residences of powerful figures who once went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao. Their fortunes are connected to Zixiao Palace, mutually supporting each other, representing the inheritance of immortal Dao.

Now, Mount Kunlun in the River of Fortune trembled and uttered mournful cries. A sword light flew towards the East Sea and entered the primordial land, leaving only a much weaker Mount Kunlun still standing in place.

Soon, the Shangqing sword light and Taiqing Taiji surrounded Kunlun, and although the three were still connected by their auras, they were no longer one.

Haotian closed his eyes briefly, and Zhen Yuanzi said in a hoarse voice, "The Three Pure Ones have separated!"

Like Zhen Yuanzi, many powerful beings watched in horror and silence as the fortunes of the Three Pure Ones separated.

"The Three Pure Ones as one is a force that Kunlun cannot bear the fortune of three sages," Haotian said coldly, his gaze shifting from the East Sea to the primordial land.

A Taoist temple called Shouyang Mountain appeared there, and a black and white Tai Chi diagram flashed before disappearing.

Inside Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

In the Nuwa Palace, thirty-three heavens away, Nuwa let out a soft sigh.

At the entrance to the underworld, the twelve ancestral witches and Styx had complex expressions. Haotian glanced back but remained silent.

Nine dragons roared in unison, and the Nine Dragon Incense Chariot galloped forward. The Emperor Haotian exuded divine might, and the immortals who sensed this aura had different expressions. Some hid in their grottoes, while others bowed and paid their respects.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate, Shang Yang and Jimeng led a group of soldiers, with Kong Xuan standing beside them. Seeing the Heavenly Emperor's carriage return, they all bowed respectfully, their resounding voices echoing throughout the Heavenly Court: "Your subjects respectfully welcome the Great Heavenly Venerable!"

Haotian opened his eyes, and the immortals were lifted up by a gentle force. The nine dragons rushed in and flew directly towards Longde Palace.