The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 109 Kurosawa Fishing, Script Arrangement, Personal Accident Insurance!

The phrase "it's only natural" reveals so much cruelty and numbness.

The law of the jungle prevails over the weak; it is in accordance with the natural order!

This is the principle currently followed by the demon race... Some members are enjoying the demon blood buns immensely.

Large-scale breeding, slaughtering, and selling are repeated time and again to earn resources for one's own spiritual cultivation and improvement.

Once our strength increases, we can continue to expand our business.

The eerie and bloody road was enough to make any bystander shake their head and sigh.

Is this the limit?

No.

What truly sends chills down your spine is—

"This meat must have come from a cow of the True Immortal level..." Feng Xi poked at the food on the plate. "If it can reach this level, no matter how it was artificially ripened, it must be spiritually intelligent, with its own will and wisdom, and able to speak."

"How could anyone bring themselves to slaughter such intelligent beings?"

Feng Xi asked in confusion.

That's the scariest part!

"There's nothing I can't do," the rat spirit shook its head. "If the profit is enough, why can't I kill?"

"If even the heavens dare to defy them, what does it matter if they raise and slaughter intelligent beings?"

"There's nothing we wouldn't dare to do if it meant making more profit!"

"As long as there is market demand, the killing will not stop, and the hidden chain of interests behind it will never break... But is it possible that there is no market demand?" the rat spirit lamented. "Even if one's cultivation reaches a certain level, food is no longer a necessity. However, many times, whether it is necessary or not is not important."

"Whether it has any benefits, whether it strengthens any aspect of the body, or even whether it can simply bring pleasure or enjoyment, can all become reasons for killing."

"Like eating dragon meat, it can bring guests a sense of accomplishment—the flesh of an ancient overlord race! What immense spiritual pleasure that must be!"

"And this beef you ordered, it's said to have aphrodisiac and kidney-tonifying properties."

"Danshen dog meat can induce a state of sagehood in the consumer, making their thinking calm."

"These are all real benefits."

"You should know that even 'Efu Rong,' which brings a blissful feeling to the mind, is extremely harmful to the body, yet there are still many buyers... let alone these good things."

"That's true..." Feng Xi pondered for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.

After acknowledging this, one feels a faint sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, often including nostalgia or regret) about this era.

Survival is not easy.

You can't be too weak, because that's the first original sin.

You can't be too ugly, or some expert might think you're an eyesore and slap you to death.

Okay, now that you know you're weak and ugly, you've wisely stayed home, thinking that this will protect you from all misfortune?

Does not!

We need to think more deeply about what the meat of our own race tastes like.

Will it be so delicious that people will want to eat it?

Could it be that because it has effects such as nourishing yin and beautifying the skin, strengthening yang and tonifying the kidneys, it has suffered an undeserved disaster?

Reincarnation is a science.

In the primordial world, this subject's score was given the highest weight in the assessment.

The scariest thing is that all of this happens without anyone knowing!

Born into a flawed background, one is destined to face a tragic life.

Feng Xi sighed and lamented for those pitiful creatures... As for more sympathy? To stand up for what he believed to be justice?

He thought about it for a moment and immediately dismissed the idea.

This is not what Fengxi should be like now.

Before humanity achieves final victory and stands at the pinnacle of the world, Feng Xi is not qualified to act as a saint, pitying others and working tirelessly for them.

He listened indifferently to everything the rat spirit had said. After a slight ripple in his heart, he calmed down completely and remained undisturbed.

I might finish this meal and then forget about it completely, without a second thought... No, I'll still have some kind of response.

They were pondering how to utilize this pitiful race to reduce the losses suffered by the Lich Clan in the future Lich War.

After all, there's no need to doubt the ruthlessness of demonic capital in this era.

Today we can raise them on a large scale, slaughter them and cut them for meat; tomorrow, when the war between the Lich and the Demons is fierce, how can we not turn them into cannon fodder and suicide troops, and use their terrifying numbers to trade with the Lich Clan?

Select the most prolific populations, squeeze out all their potential, and make them grow in the shortest time, practicing the most brutal and insane self-destructive techniques.

When the time comes, charge in and unleash a devastating attack!

"boom!"

Beneath the dazzling fireworks lies the withering of life, the blossoming of blood and fire.

Millions upon millions of cannon fodder, as long as they can take away even one Wu Clan soldier, then it's a profitable deal!

In fact, the number of Wu tribe members may seem large, exceeding trillions. However, they are elite troops, and how much effort has been invested in training and developing each one?

Growth is hard, and replenishment is hard too. How can you exchange yourself for cannon fodder?

If we're going to make a deal, it'll be to exchange it for the lives of those top-tier powerful clans!

However, the potential threat posed by these cannon fodder also needs to be addressed.

"Perhaps I already know what to do." Feng Xi twirled her knife and fork. "The most important piece of the puzzle is now in my hands..."

"The rest is up to you to see how it's done."

How can we place a straw called hope before those beings who have been enslaved and oppressed to the extreme, guiding them to jump from one pit to another, chasing hope until they die?

"To die on the road to hope is always better than to wither away in utter despair...the happiness in one's heart is surely greater, isn't it?"

"Tsk... I'm so kind."

As Feng Xi's thoughts raced, she swallowed the last piece of beef.

Then, calmly wiping the corner of his mouth, he said to the rat spirit, "Waiter, thank you for telling me so many inside stories and secrets."

"Sigh, I really didn't expect that!"

"Behind this lies such heinous, cruel, and horrific events... It makes me so angry!"

He slammed his hand on the table, a vivid expression of rage appearing on his face. "Such evil must be eradicated to appease the grievances of countless souls throughout the ages!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy and excitement flashed in the rat spirit's eyes.

But the next moment...

"Please wait a moment while I pray to the Dao Ancestor... I believe that this Lord of Heaven will surely uphold the righteous spirit of heaven and earth and punish evildoers!" Feng Xi said confidently, holding three chopsticks and sticking them into a bowl of rice. Then he put his hands together, closed his eyes, and made a devout prayer gesture.

His mouth seemed to be muttering something... but no matter how hard the rat spirit strained its ears to listen, it couldn't make out what he was saying.

Let alone the rat spirit, even Feng Xi himself didn't know what he was chanting!

After finishing his prayer, he solemnly patted the waiter on the shoulder and said in a loud voice, "I have finished praying. Just wait patiently for the miracle to happen!"

"But..." the rat spirit asked, bewildered and anxious.

"There are no 'buts'," Feng Xi interrupted directly with a wave of her hand. "You must believe that the heavens, in their vastness, will always uphold justice!"

"We've been getting a lot of calls from people praying for divine intervention, and that person can't handle them all at once. But, retribution may be delayed, it's just not the right time yet!"

"Good and evil will ultimately be rewarded; the cycle of karma is inescapable!"

"What, you don't trust the power of the Heavenly Lord?"

Feng Xi raised an eyebrow.

The rat spirit was at a loss for words, stammering and hesitant, and the glimmer of hope in its eyes seemed to have faded.

"Alright, be patient... a miracle will happen sooner or later." Feng Xi comforted and advised, "You must take care of your health, cultivate diligently, and live long enough to see that day."

"Hmm, right!" Feng Xi rubbed his chin, "Cultivation also requires resources... You work at this shop, so besides your salary, you must get a commission, right?"

"Then I'll take care of you now."

"Dragon meat, give me thirty skewers; this beef, give me 80,000 catties..." He rattled off his demands in rapid succession, "Salvia miltiorrhiza and dog meat, give me 5,000 catties..."

"After you finish these, pack them all up for me. I want to take them back to reward my hardworking employees as overtime pay."

"Huh? What are you standing there for? Why aren't you doing something so good?"

Urged on by Feng Xi, the rat spirit retreated with a look of utter despair.

Looking at its back, Feng Xi slightly raised her head, narrowed her eyes, and stared at it with a very strange gaze.

"Oh……"

……

Carrying the packed-up delicious food, Feng Xi, having eaten and drunk her fill, leisurely left the restaurant.

Along the way, he was no different from before, until he had walked a long way, when the strip of cloth on his forehead emitted a faint light, blocking any possible prying eyes. Only then did Feng Xi turn around, his eyes deep and mysterious, as if he had traveled through time and space to see that restaurant, and his brows gradually furrowed.

I paced back and forth, pondered deeply, carefully sorting through what I had heard and heard, trying to capture any fleeting anomalies and the ominous shadows in my heart.

"Although everything the rat spirit said was filled with the most genuine emotions, expressing sorrow and pain for the fate of its people and for its own personal experiences."

"Very honest, not lying to me at all... It seems like she is powerless to struggle on her own, so she places her hopes on outsiders, yearning for someone to save her."

"But the whole process gave me a feeling that something was off." Feng Xi looked up at the sky, her expression serious and wary. "Is this just my imagination? Or... is someone setting a trap for me, digging a pit for some sinister purpose?"

"If this is fishing... that's really not good news."

Starting from the worst-case scenario, the conclusion reached through reasoning did not make Feng Xi feel optimistic.

"Which powerful demon has caught my eye?"

"I'm just a nobody witch," he said sadly. "Although I, a nobody witch, possess a primordial spiritual treasure, have been chosen by the Ancestral Witch Houtu to serve as the highest leader of the diplomatic embassy stationed in Kunlun Mountain, and have become involved with the Yan Emperor of the human race... no matter how I look at it, there's no need to take me so seriously as a source of danger and target me like this!"

"How am I supposed to play it safe and develop my character like this?"

"It's so difficult... so difficult!"

Feng Xi shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and walked towards the residence arranged by the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain.

……

"Shopkeeper!"

The rat spirit, who had once felt hope and despair before Feng Xi, now stood respectfully, his gaze uneasy. "I have carried out the task you entrusted to me. But... but..."

"But what?" the shopkeeper, who was doing the accounting, asked calmly. "Go on."

"But... he didn't react at all," the rat spirit said tremblingly. "Manager Kurosawa, I swear, I really tried my best..."

"Tsk." Shopkeeper Kurosawa put down his pen. "Is this still not enough?"

He paid no heed to the trembling waiter. "Reversing time, selecting a life that should have died, and using personal experience, the most genuine emotions, and a tragic life without pretense to create the most perfect actor... Couldn't even that stir his passion?"

"Ha... what a tricky target."

Kurosawa closed the ledger, his face expressionless, and waved his hand to dismiss the terrified rat spirit. His eyes were vacant, as if he were deep in thought.

"What a pity, the fish didn't bite. Your fishing plan has failed." A deep voice suddenly rang out.

Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared in the corner and spoke to Manager Kurosawa.

"Yes, it failed." Kurosawa sighed softly. "We had already dug the pit."

"Once he gets carried away with his passion, relying on his sense of justice and the power of force, he'll destroy the shady breeding farm..."

"The men who were lying in ambush will capture this guy who is wantonly 'infringing on the interests of the demon race' and 'interfering in the internal affairs of the demon race' on the spot, and record the irrefutable evidence."

"Ha, how many races in this world have risen to power without bearing original sin?"

"Cutting off someone's source of income is the most hated thing."

"After catching him on the spot, we then helped promote his 'just actions' so that many groups at the top of the food chain would 'recognize' how the Wu tribe is a force that likes to meddle in other people's business and how they can damage the interests of others in order to carry out their so-called justice—this is really unpopular with those groups that truly control power and capital."

"Such a target is enough to maximize the motivation of the races that control the accumulation of dark capital, so that they can contribute money and strength to fight against the witch race that is hindering them from making profits."

"The threat theory of the Wu tribe can soon become a consensus. The diplomatic achievements that Dijiang and Houtu have worked hard for thousands of years to establish, will be half destroyed in an instant."

"Who made that little witch so important? She was a trusted confidante of Houtu, and she even possessed a primordial spiritual treasure bestowed upon her by Dijiang. In a sense, she represented the will of these two ancestral witches."

"Indeed," the man in the corner sighed. "What a suitable pawn? What a perfect entry point? But alas, he was too calm, cold-blooded to the point of being ruthless."

"No wonder Houtu specifically named him as the leader of diplomatic affairs in Kunlun... He is indeed qualified and has merits."

"Now that things have come to this, what should we do next?"

"Our mission..." the man said, "If we cannot thwart the Ancestral Witches' plan and allow them to gain momentum, the future war will be quite difficult."

"I know that, of course." Kurosawa tapped the table lightly with his fingertips. "The Ancestral Witches have sent people to set up diplomatic embassies everywhere, in order to gradually expand their operations, increase their influence little by little, and promote the ideology of their own camp. They are no longer limited to the top-level Great Luo who are still wavering and only tentatively investing a little, but are going deeper into the middle and lower levels."

"If the publicity efforts are successful, they can, in turn, influence the top leadership. Such positive news is enough to encourage players to continue investing."

"This is not allowed... so we were dispatched to spy on the flaws and shortcomings they exposed during the process, and to sabotage their plans."

"It's just that in other places, the first group of leaders were actually incarnations of the local powerful figures. They said they were setting up embassies, but in reality, they were returning to their own homes."

"If we want to target them and find weaknesses, we can only wait for the second batch of junior officers to arrive and begin their work."

"The Ancestral Witches are shrewd; their first step is to play it safe, seeking no merit but avoiding mistakes. Only Kunlun has an opportunity to exploit this." Heize slammed his hand on the table. "This seems like a foolish move? But it's more likely that the Ancestral Witches are challenging us, testing our response."

"Before a full-scale rollout, use this pilot project to probe our demon race... If it fails, learn from the experience; if it succeeds, press on and expand our gains."

"Heh...you wish," Kurosawa sneered. "I'll deliver a crushing defeat to them!"

"The little guy who's the leader here in Kunlun, he won't eat the bait, right?"

"It's okay, I'll force him to drink it!" He looked at the figure in the corner. "Once the Witch Clan embassy is officially completed and they start their publicity campaign, you can secretly arrange to help them praise it."

"They'll say things like the Wu tribe is friendly, kind, virtuous, and helpful—things they can't deny themselves…and then they'll arrange for some creatures that escaped the dark breeding practices to go to their embassy for help, to save their people!"

"I want to see whether he saves her or not, in front of everyone."

"Can he still pretend to be deaf and dumb and get away with it?"

Kurosawa's gaze was cold and ruthless.

……

"Finally decided to come back?"

"I was thinking... if the Celestial Venerable of Morality weren't about to begin his sermon, could you have continued wandering around for another ten or eight years?"

Upon returning to his residence, Feng Xi was unsurprisingly blocked at the door by someone wielding a sword.

Yu Chen's gaze was unfriendly as he looked at the person who had gained a little weight since he left. The person's face was shiny with oil, clearly indicating that he had been eating and drinking well and living a carefree life outside.

Compare yourself to that?

While working on a reading comprehension exercise titled "The Collection of Lectures by the Celestial Venerable Lingbao," I also had to oversee the construction of the embassy and consider future publicity strategies...

Yu Chen felt she couldn't think about it anymore.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he wanted to stab the guy in front of him twice.

But thinking about it more carefully... I haven't gotten the cheat yet, so it seems like I can't beat them right now?

This makes me even angrier!

Having to suppress your anger... how sad is that?

Fortunately, Feng Xi seemed to have a change of heart and turned over a new leaf, refraining from doing anything that would only add fuel to the fire. "Oh, no, am I that kind of person?"

While vehemently denying it, he solemnly took out the packaged food, saying, "There's a perfectly legitimate reason why I came back so late."

"I haven't forgotten all of you who worked so hard!"

"See that?"

"These are delicacies I specially brought back for you from a very famous restaurant far away!" Feng Xi laid them out in a row, "Dragon meat, beef, dog meat... What kind of sentiment is contained in these?"

"Aren't I moved? Am I a good leader?"

"Touched... what a joke!" Yu Chen retorted, nonchalantly picking up a skewer of dragon meat and starting to gnaw on it. "You must have been stuffed by the time you thought to pack some for us!"

"Don't argue, I'm just asking you, do you dare swear to God?"

Feng Xi listened, gave an awkward smile, and had no way to answer.

That's the downside of the primordial world.

God knows what you did.

The consequences of making reckless oaths are clearly not pleasant.

Because there are simply too many "divine wills" that can be used to settle accounts!

When Feng Xi shut up, the world became quiet.

Yu Chen, while gnawing on the dragon meat, did not press his advantage or continue to mock him.

After all, what more can you ask for from a boss who is so unscrupulous as to assign work and make his subordinates work overtime without pay, yet still remembers to bring back something after going out for a vacation?

Even if you want to make a request, you have to wait until the end of the Daoist Master's sermon in half a month!

At that time, he had the cheat code... no, it was the reward of hard work. His diligent cultivation earned him the favor of the heavens. During the Heavenly Venerable's sermon, he had an epiphany and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

The Celestial Venerable of Morality greatly admired Yu Chen for his sudden enlightenment on the spot—this was an affirmation of his teaching ability!

Therefore, he bestowed upon her a primordial spiritual treasure, the "Seven-Star Sword," as encouragement and reward.

Look!

The script has been arranged.

We're just waiting for the actors to get in place.

Beneath Yu Chen's calm expression lay a fiery and restless heart.

While gnawing on dragon meat and dreaming of a bright future, one might suddenly feel that the world is so wonderful.

Until it was broken by someone buzzing again.

Yu Chen's face was drawn long.

"...Hey, are you listening?" Feng Xi looked at Yu Chen. "Why do you seem so lost?"

"You're the one who's lost your mind!" Yu Chen's face darkened. "What is it? Speak quickly!"

"I have a question I'd like to ask you," Feng Xi said. "There are some things I'm not sure about, so I need to consult with someone as knowledgeable and well-connected as you."

"Ask away," Yu Chen said casually. "If I can tell you, I will."

"Yes, it's about Lady Houtu's transformation into a being of reincarnation." Feng Xi spoke cautiously, "I once heard the Great Sage Fuxi mention that if Lady Houtu were to transform into a being of reincarnation, she would be able to control the souls of all living beings in heaven and earth, grasp the key to the fate of humanity, and contend with the creative power of Goddess Nuwa... This is absolutely certain, isn't it?"

"Hmm..." Yu Chen's expression was strange. "Yes, reincarnation is crucial; it holds the lifeline of all living beings in the human realm in its hands. To contend with the Goddess Nuwa? Uh, that's not entirely wrong either."

"Is the price for achieving reincarnation really as rumored, requiring the master to sacrifice herself?" Feng Xi frowned.

"Sacrifice your body? Sacrifice what body?" Yu Chen shook his head. "For any Great Luo Immortal, what is truly important is the innate, indestructible spiritual light."

"As long as the self-awareness in the aura is not damaged, other aspects are not a big problem, and there are ways to quickly make up for and recover from them."

"Oh." Feng Xi understood, then asked, "If that's the case, why doesn't Lady Houtu undergo reincarnation now?"

"It's not that she doesn't want to, but that she can't; the conditions don't support it," Yu Chen said.

"Even if one transforms into a being, it's just an empty shell, a wasted investment, and nobody will appreciate it." A smile played on his lips. "You don't actually think that Houtu just needs to shout, 'I feel that the souls of all living beings in heaven and earth are without refuge, so I will use my body as a guide to transform into a being,' and then everyone will bow down, kowtow devoutly, and shout, 'Houtu Niangniang is merciful,' right?"

"Impossible!" Yu Chen said leisurely. "Such a scene only exists in dreams."

"Therefore, Houtu has not been able to establish reincarnation to this day, simply because it has been resisted by too many people."

"The so-called benefits of reincarnation are barely seen; first, a mark is branded onto your soul... Who would want that?"

"I think you should be able to understand the reason behind it with your intelligence," Yu Chen said, looking at Feng Xi.

Feng Xi pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands together sharply, "That's it."

"The Great Luo is immortal and indestructible; at most, he will lose me, so he doesn't care about reincarnation at all."

"And the primordial world was also a world of cultivation. If one could become a true immortal, one could enjoy immeasurable life and live forever—as long as one was not killed by others."

"With this combination, it's no wonder that reincarnation occupies an awkward position."

"Mid-level and even high-level cultivators are indifferent to this cycle of reincarnation."

If you can live forever, why would you pin your hopes on reincarnation after death? It doesn't make sense!

There's no need to care about past lives or future lives. I've lived from the beginning of time until the end of the universe, a life of unparalleled supremacy. What need is there for reincarnation?

There are only two situations where one truly desires reincarnation.

One type has a limited lifespan; they pursue reincarnation, which is ultimately for the continuation of their own will. Seeking reincarnation is essentially seeking immortality.

Another reason is that they feel this life is too cruel, that living is a kind of pain and torment, and they pursue reincarnation in the hope that they can have a good start in the next life—being reborn into a better family.

It's somewhat similar to the current mindset of wanting to reset your stats and start over after ruining your character.

This pursuit aims to make one a winner in life.

In the primordial world, this power could almost represent everything in heaven and earth, and these pursuits were practically synonymous.

Having strength equals being able to live a long life, which equals living a good life.

Who among the immortal winners in life would want to reincarnate?

What if, after reincarnation, the next life is far worse than this one?

That's very likely.

The number of true dragons is ultimately less than one ten-thousandth of that of ants.

Of course, if that were all, people would at most not care, but wouldn't necessarily resist or oppose it.

After all, unexpected things are bound to happen in life.

What if you get caught in an accident and die from the aftermath, or get killed by an enemy?

This cycle will come in handy.

Unfortunately, what troubles many people is that the establishment of reincarnation is aimed at gaining control over the soul!

Without attaining the Great Luo, there is no escape!

Under the cycle of reincarnation, all beings are equal!

Anyone who thinks that from now on their soul will be bound and shackled, even if the owner of these shackles won't do anything bad... but what if they do?

"To put it in more down-to-earth terms, then the reincarnation business of Lady Houtu is like a personal accident insurance policy for many living beings." Feng Xi said thoughtfully, "And it's an insurance policy that has no effect while you're alive, and the benefits of reincarnation after death aren't very reliable either... That's fine, but the key point is that the insurance premium must be paid by the mandator."

As she spoke, Feng Xi herself burst out laughing.

"Even taxes backed by powerful military force can be evaded, let alone private insurance businesses like this, or starting a new game account... If you have the ability, becoming a ghost cultivator is quite good, why bother with reincarnation?"

"If it were me, I would smash that person's head in if they dared to recommend such mandatory insurance to me."

Reincarnation?

What reincarnation?!

Isn't ghost cultivation appealing?

I want to become a ghost, cultivate to become an unparalleled ghost master, and not be reincarnated!

"That's right!" Yu Chen nodded in agreement. "Possession, soul cultivation... there are so many paths, why bother with reincarnation?"

"Therefore, Houtu Zuwu's reincarnation strategy has not even taken the first step so far."

"I reckon she might never be able to take that first step... unless she's willing to give up the power to control souls, foregoing every penny of benefit, purely to create a primordial public welfare facility, giving everything without expecting anything in return."

"Is that even possible?" Feng Xi rolled her eyes, indicating that she didn't quite believe it.

He had contact with Houtu many times.

Although this female ancestral witch appeared very dignified and had a grand demeanor.

But Feng Xi could see through these surfaces and vaguely perceive her inner truth—the image of a spirited, never-give-up, and proactive young woman.

It's hard to imagine that such a person would do such a thing... It's not that she lacks compassion, but that she has no reason to abandon her duties as an ancestral witch.

"It's not impossible," Yu Chen said, but he disagreed. "If the situation of the Witch Clan reaches a point of no return, I think she would do that."

"We fought for an era, slaughtered countless people, but could only watch helplessly as the witch clan was defeated and destroyed. We saw the fragility of the human race after losing its strongest spear and shield, becoming objects to be kept and harvested for fortune, food for demons... Our bodies are weary, our spirits are exhausted. We have the will to kill the enemy, but we are powerless to turn the tide."

"Even if it's the Great Luo, even if it's the will of Heaven, what else can one do when faced with such an ironic outcome?"

"All traces of the witch were erased by the strong who reaped the fruits of victory, their former glory wiped away, and finally turned into dust at the bottom of the long river of time, no longer noticeable."

"No matter how much effort or dedication, it all comes to naught... After countless ages, when future generations look back, not a trace will be found."

Yu Chen sighed deeply, "If I were in that position, I would most likely choose to do something amazing, leaving the clearest mark in this primordial world, in this universe."

"If I can't be remembered in history, then I'll be infamous for eternity."

"Perhaps, this is what Houtu thought, ultimately leaving behind a place of reincarnation."

"Existing in such a way, proclaiming to all living beings... There once existed a race called the 'Witch Clan,' and there was an ancestral witch named 'Houtu'!"

"This marks the end of her experience as an Ancestral Witch, bringing it to a final close."

Yu Chen's words had a powerful influence, moving even Feng Xi to tears.

In a daze, he seemed to see through time a goddess staggering across an endless sea of ​​blood, her face sorrowful and tears welling in her eyes. Was she sympathizing with the creatures that had perished in the great calamity? Or was she heartbroken and desperate at being powerless to reverse the situation and save her people?

Perhaps, it's a combination of both.

Finally, in immense sorrow, Houtu vanished, and reincarnation began!

Reincarnation, in another way, has perpetuated the existence of the witch clan.

A people has achieved eternity... in spirit, in memory.

"This won't do!" Feng Xi frowned, her expression serious as she pondered something intently.

"Houtu's sorrowful end, vanished forever... And me? In this desolate world, how can I survive without a powerful backer?"

"A leader as generous in bestowing rewards, naive and easily fooled, not petty, and also pleasing to the eye as Lady Houtu is a rare find throughout history!"

"What will I do if it collapses like this?"

"Before I'm strong enough to fly solo, the Witch Clan cannot collapse, nor can Lady Houtu. We must strengthen ourselves!"

P.S.: Sigh, something really upsetting happened yesterday, and I forgot to upload the chapter I had written... Awkward. I'll just combine it with today's chapter, making it a long 8000-word chapter.

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