Chapter 145: The Mysterious Mechanism

He paused slightly, Yu Qiang's throne of condensed heavy water shattered at once, "Regarding the theory of reincarnation about Hou Tu's younger sister, how much do you know?"

Zhou Yi's fingertips brushed the Chaos Pearl at his waist, and legends of the Six Realms of Reincarnation from his previous life surged in his sea of consciousness. The wailing of wronged souls drifting in the depths of the Sea of Blood pierced the Chaos barrier, suddenly making him realize that this world truly lacks any order of reincarnation!

"Companion Di Hong, do you know how many lingering obsessions remain in the depths of the Netherworld?" Zhou Yi twirled a strand of blood‑killing aura, and the dark‑yellow merit manifested a posthumous rune in his palm, "If Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman proves this path, she should command the authority of the Netherworld, but…"

He deliberately stirred the Pangu aura within the Chaos Pearl, and the primal seals of the Twelve Ancestral Witches trembled simultaneously.

The Candle of Nine Shadows' temporal eye between his brows snapped open, glimpsing a fragmented future showing a broken Great Heaven Divine Fiend formation, and a dragon‑like hum escaped his throat. Gong Gong held in his hand Yu Qiang's heavy water condensed into a water mirror, reflecting the terrifying power of the Demon Court's celestial star array.

"False accounting!" Zhu Rong's body surged with blazing southern fire, and within the scorching flames a phantom of Hou Tu transforming into the Six Realms of Reincarnation appeared, "If the little sister learns to embody the Father God and shape all things, we will trample the thirty‑three heavens to reclaim the true spirit."

Yu Qiang lightly brushed the frosted snow at his temples, and an ice‑crystal mandala blossomed among his hair: "Three days ago, elder sister observed the tides of the Sea of Blood and saw her own life star fall into the Netherworld. Companion Zhou, do you know the consequences of the Wu Clan's true spirit entangling with the Sea of Blood's resentment?"

Zhou Yi's heart shook violently, finally understanding that the true dread of the ancestor witches was not the flaw in the formation; the Wu Clan's true spirit does not enter reincarnation, and if Hou Tu forcibly opens the Six Realms, she will be rebounded by the Sea of Blood's karmic force into a Heavenly Dao puppet.

Yet those Yuan Shen cultivators of the Demon Race can use reincarnation to reforge the Great Dao!

Di Hong's fingertips tore open a spatial rift and retrieved a bronze cauldron tinged with Chaos aura: "This is the Mother Qi cauldron formed from the Father God's heart blood, which should have been wielded by Hou Tu with great authority. Now the cauldron bears cracks…"

Within the swirling Chaos energy inside the cauldron, a faint glint of the Demon Race's Witch‑slaying Sword's murderous light could be seen.

Gong Gong suddenly sneered: "Companion, do you know why the Wu Clan does not cultivate Yuan Shen? When the Father God opened the heavens, three thousand chaotic demon‑god grudges turned into shackles of the Heavenly Dao…" A half‑broken chain materialized in his palm, evidently sharing the same origin as the aura within Zhou Yi's Chaos Pearl!

Zhou Yi suddenly felt a chill spread through his whole body, realizing that the Great Calamity involving the Wu and Demon factions actually entailed hidden Chaos secrets.

Hou Tu's transformation into reincarnation is far from accidental; it is the Heavenly Dao's murderous scheme laid to dismantle Pangu's lingering legacy.

The true power of the Twelve Great Heaven Divine Fiend formation may never have been as simple as summoning Pangu's true body…

Di Hong was about to voice a doubt when Hou Tu suddenly rose and stared at Zhou Yi: "Companion Zhou, you say that if I become the incarnation of reincarnation, I can both mend the laws of heaven and earth and break the shackles of my bloodline?"

In the hall, the candlelight flickered, and the totems of the Twelve Ancestral Witches cast mottled shadows upon the stone wall.

Zhou Yi lightly brushed the jade pendant at his waist, his voice clear as metal striking metal: "Reincarnation is perilous yet not a dead end. When Pangu Great Deity incarnated as mountains and rivers, he sacrificed his true spirit to become all things. The path of reincarnation, however, is different."

His fingertips emitted a blue light, sketching a mysterious Six Realms sigil in the void, "Goddess Hou Tu will forever reside in the Netherworld, being both the reincarnation itself and transcending beyond it."

Gong Gong slammed the stone table and rose abruptly: "This is clearly self‑spinning a cocoon to bind oneself!" Steam rose from his body, and his cold‑pond eyes reflected Zhou Yi's composed visage, "If the little sister becomes a Heavenly Dao puppet devoid of the seven emotions and six desires, what use is this saintly seat?"

"Second brother, calm down." Hou Tu lifted her plain hand lightly, and the turbulent murky qi in the hall instantly settled. She turned, bowed gracefully to Zhou Yi, and asked, "May I ask, little companion, since you say merit can nurture Yuan Shen, what of the Netherworld…"

"Indeed, this is the place where the Goddess proves her Dao!" Zhou Yi feigned support on Hou Tu's arm, and the starlight swirling at his fingertips blended seamlessly with the murky aura of the ancestor witches.

"The merit of the Six Realms of Reincarnation is a first‑ever act of creation. Nüwa fashioned humanity merely by shaping clay, the Three Pure Ones founded a sect only to bask in the Father God's lingering shade, and those two in the West still owe massive debts to the Heavenly Dao."

His gaze swept over the ancestor witches with varied expressions, finally settling on the Dao sigil at Hou Tu's brow, "Only the Goddess's action provides a way of survival for all beings of Honghuang."

The Candle of Nine Shadows suddenly slapped his palms and laughed, a vertical pupil on his brow firing golden light: "Marvelous! With the Heavenly Dao's cause and effect across the world, perhaps even the Great Origin Dao Ancestor will personally issue a divine decree!"

Around him, phantom currents of the river of time rippled, and faintly a twelve‑grade lotus platform blossomed deep within the Netherworld, "If the little sister becomes a saint, why would our Wu Clan fear the Demon Race's celestial star array?"

Behind Di Hong, four wings fluttered lightly, and Chaos energy in the hall coalesced into a phantom of the Six Realms of Reincarnation. He suddenly bowed deeply to Zhou Yi: "Companion, your words today are nothing less than a rebirth boon for our Wu Clan. However…"

The chief ancestor witch's gaze burned like a torch, "Such celestial secrets, how did you, companion, come to know them?"

Zhou Yi smiled without answering, and a half‑unrolled River Map and Luo Script flickered in his sleeve, half‑visible. Hou Tu, seeing this, narrowed her pupils, and finally, as if making a resolute decision, closed her eyes and pressed a secret technique; at that moment the entire Mount Buzhou's ley lines thundered in response, and the wailing of the Nine Netherworld's Yellow Springs pierced the thirty‑three heavens.

The Honghuang Celestial Mechanisms Record states: Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's transformation into the Netherworld is regarded as the third immeasurable merit after the creation of heaven and earth.

Only Pangu's shattering of Chaos to establish Heaven and Earth, and the Dao Ancestor's transmission of the Dao to all beings, can be compared with this grand feat.

If the Heavenly Dao bestows such vast merit, even mountain boars and wild pigs could directly ascend to the Mixed‑Primordial Saint Realm.

Yet all things generate from yin and yang; if Hou Tu truly attains the perfect saintly Dao, the cosmic order will inevitably invert.

If the Wu Clan secures a Saint to sit in command, the Demon Court will be reduced to ash in an instant, and the Human Race's fortunes will forever be anchored at the bottom of the Netherworld abyss.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi comprehended the celestial mechanism, realizing that after Hou Tu becomes the incarnation of reincarnation and attains the saintly seat, she will still be restrained by the Heavenly Dao, making it difficult to fully exercise her power.

In Di Hong's ancestor witch eyes, a brilliant light swirled: "Companion Zhou, the mysterious mechanism you speak of—does it mean that even if the little sister ascends to the saintly realm, she must pay a corresponding price?" This Wu Clan leader lightly tapped the stone table of Yu Qiang with his fingertips; among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only he truly comprehended the Dao of cosmic balance.

"Exactly so." Zhou Yi's palm manifested a phantom of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, "The day Goddess Hou Tu proves her Dao will be the moment the Wu Clan's karmic debts are settled. Then, though the Goddess will still hold the reins of reincarnation, she will find it hard to intervene in the Wu‑Demon conflict."

Upon hearing this, Chong Li's body surged with raging flames: "What does this mean? If the little sister becomes a saint, how could she abandon us as if we were ignored?"

"Do you all know that above the Honghuang celestial dome, beyond the Six Saint Seats, there is also the Great Origin Dao Ancestor overlooking all beings?" Zhou Yi's fingertips lightly tapped the stone table, "Whether it is the Six Saint Seats or the Great Origin Dao Ancestor, neither will permit Mixed‑Primordial level forces to interfere in the Wu‑Demon war."

The young witch's words rippled through the Great Hall, and the candlelight on the totem pillars of the Twelve Ancestral Witches flickered.

Di Hong's ancestor witch's dark‑colored battle armor flashed with a ghostly light, and a cold snort like metal striking metal rolled from his throat: "The Saint's Way?" Having spoken, he brushed his sleeve and rose, and Yu Qiang's killing aura coalesced into a Pangu phantom on the dome of the Great Hall.

When the final ancestor witch aura dissipated outside the Pangu Hall, Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman turned back.

This goddess who wields the laws of the earth walked barefoot over fragments of stars, her plain white skirt rippling in the void. She gazed at Zhou Yi illuminated by the bronze lantern tree, opened her mouth several times, and swallowed the words again.