Chapter 147

The Wan Huo Ancestor's phantom flickered uncertainly, and solemnly thrust the crimson gourd etched with arcane patterns toward Zhou Yi. The gourd's surface swirled with Chaos aura, indicating its extraordinary nature.

It is precisely the innate treasure coveted by the three realms—the Nine‑Nine Soul‑Scattering Gourd.

Zhou Yi gazed at the nascent primordial spirit before him, its form about to dissipate, and the scene of their joint enlightenment of the Heavenly Dao a hundred years ago flashed vividly in his mind.

Had he not employed a forbidden technique at the critical moment to shield the Wan Huo True Spirit, that benevolent elder of Honghuang would already have been erased in the Blood Sea formation of the Netherworld River Cult Leader.

"Companion, be at ease in reincarnation; this treasure will remain with me for now, and when you reshape your Dao body, it shall be returned whole," Zhou Yi gently stroked the gourd, faintly sensing the dormant Destruction Law within. Such a treasure that embodies the workings of Heaven and Earth would even move a Saint.

The Jieyin divine light of the Six Realms of Reincarnation has already ignited, Zhenyuanzi wipes away the bearing of the Five Zhuang Temple Master, and meets the gaze of a longtime close friend, hand in hand.

The earth script turned into a flowing light to guard the Wan Huo True Spirit, sending it straight into the depths of the Netherworld. The merit‑filled body, unsullied by cause and effect, caused the reincarnation passages to shimmer with auspicious golden glow.

The Netherworld River Cult Leader, in the Asura Palace deep within the Sea of Blood, crushed the blood‑jade cup in his hand. The scene glimpsed through the karmic fire's red lotus made his already crimson eyes seem about to bleed.

The chaotic battle for the Hongmeng violet qi from a hundred years ago resurfaced, and had Zhou Yi not intervened, he would already have forged the Wan Huo True Spirit into a Blood God Son avatar!

"Allow yourselves a few days of triumph…" the Cult Leader's grim gaze swept over the twelve Heavenly Deity battle flags arrayed around the Sea of Blood formation, and suppressed the surging murderous intent.

The excruciating pain from the last time the Ancestor Shamans jointly shattered the Blood God avatar still lingered in his marrow; now is certainly not a suitable moment for revenge.

In the realm of reincarnation, Princess Pingxin, transformed from the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman, opened the eye of the Heavenly Dao. As the Wu Clan battle flags were planted across the Ten Courts of the Underworld, this newly born vast world was finally set. Meanwhile, a soul bearing innate merit quietly entered the human path.

Within the Honghuang reincarnation system, the Wu Clan bloodline received dual protection due to the self‑sacrifice of the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman. They not only uphold the order of life‑and‑death cycles, but also continuously accumulate the power of merit through the workings of reincarnation.

This special mechanism naturally places the Wu Clan in an invincible position during the Wu‑Demon decisive battle; even if all of their kin outside fall, as long as the Wu Clan persists within the reincarnation system, the entire race will not be utterly annihilated.

The Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's act of forging reincarnation with his own body is, in essence, a passive choice under the will of the Heavenly Dao.

When Zhou Yi witnessed the true spirit of the Ancestor Shaman merging into the Netherworld, he profoundly realized the iron law governing the Honghuang world: the so‑called destiny cannot be defied, and even the mighty Wu and Demon races are merely pieces on the Heavenly Dao's board.

Those seemingly eternal powerful beings will inevitably fade from the stage as the heavenly laws evolve.

"Heaven, Earth, and Humanity—the three Dao should stand as three legs, so why have they become subservient to the Heavenly Dao?"

Zhou Yi stared at the gradually forming Six Realms of Reincarnation wheel, lost in thought.

The Heavenly Dao, as the embodiment of world rules, should be impartial, yet after Hongyuan Daoist merged with the Dao, a willful bias emerged.

Although the Earth Dao governs life‑and‑death cycles, its founder, the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman, finds his authority suppressed by the Heavenly Dao; likewise, the Human Dao, which should gather the power of all beings, has become the weakest due to the scattered wills of living souls.

This imbalance in the heavenly‑earthly configuration awakened Zhou Yi. He foresaw that the Human Race might soon face a similar dilemma: when the will of the Heavenly Dao seeks to use the Human Race as a pawn of calamity, how can the fragmented power of countless beings resist? The case of the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman reveals a harsh truth.

Rather than letting both jade and stone burn together, it is better to accumulate strength by going with the flow.

Thus Zhou Yi began to plot in secret, attempting to plant a turning point for the Human Race within the destined overturning of the game. Just as the reincarnation system preserves a spark for the Wu Clan, he aims, under the gaze of the Heavenly Dao, to carve a hidden lifeline for the Human Dao.

When the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman transformed into reincarnation, Zhou Yi deftly placed a concealed piece on the board.

This divine embryo, hidden deep within the core of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, is not only the key to the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's rebirth but also the beacon of hope for the future.

Although nothing is clear at present, once the divine embryo matures, it will bring unprecedented shock to the Honghuang world.

With the establishment of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, the Wu Clan has returned to a battle‑ready stance. All Ancestor Shamans are fully aware that the prelude to the third Wu‑Demon War is about to commence.

After bidding farewell to Zhenyuanzi, Zhou Yi hurried back to the Human Race, for he sensed that time was tight and the situation was far from optimistic.

Upon returning to the Human Race, the very thing Zhou Yi feared indeed occurred: the Demon Race had launched a preemptive attack on the Human Race.

"Explain in detail—what exactly happened?" Zhou Yi asked calmly.

Now, under his leadership, the Human Race is no longer the weak faction that once roamed the Honghuang lands. Even when facing the Demon Race, Zhou Yi still firmly believes the Human Race possesses a certain capacity for retaliation.

Sui Huang stepped forward to report: "Respectfully inform the Eight Ancestors, the matter is indeed suspicious. When the Human Race was first born, the Demon Race, wary of the Nv Wa Sheng Ren, coexisted peacefully with us, with no large‑scale conflicts."

"However this time, the Demon Race clearly came prepared; several great demons of the Golden Immortal realm launched a surprise attack on our tribe."

When the Human Race was first born, the Demon Race, under the protection of the Nv Wa Sheng Ren, dared not openly provoke. Though isolated minor demons devoured some humans, it never amounted to a serious threat.

Since Zhou Yi helped the Human Race give rise to three Great Luo Golden Immortals and taught them the Zhetian Imperial Method, the Human Race has gradually risen, and the surrounding minor demons have been almost entirely eradicated.

Nevertheless, this overt assault by Demon Race members of Golden Immortal rank is clearly extraordinary.

"What are the casualties among our people?" Zhou Yi pressed. Zi Yi Clan stepped forward and replied: "Since the Eight Ancestors formed the Wind‑Forest‑Fire‑Mountain Four Armies, the Kaoshan Army has constantly guarded our people. When the Demon Race attacked, the Kaoshan Army responded swiftly, so the casualties were limited."

The Zi Yi Clan commander of the Kaoshan Army, being most familiar with the matter, heard Zhou Yi's expression darken, and he coldly said, "Limited casualties? So there are still people who perished?"

Zi Yi Clan lowered his head and said, "Eight Ancestors, the Demon Race's sudden raid was swift; although the Kaoshan Army reacted quickly, it still could not completely prevent casualties."

Zhou Yi rebuked angrily, "Useless! I formed the Wind‑Forest‑Fire‑Mountain Four Armies precisely to protect the Human Race. If even the lives of our people cannot be safeguarded, what are we even calling protection?"

His voice carried undeniable authority, clearly showing his extreme concern for the safety of the Human Race.

Zhou Yi crushed the mysterious jade cup with his fingertips, his scorching gaze sweeping over the four elders: "When I entrusted the tribe to you back then, is this the answer you give me?"

Sui Huang was about to speak in defense, but under the opponent's rising pressure his throat tightened: "Your Imperial Majesty, allow me…"

"I am not interested in numbers," Zhou Yi flared his sleeves, stirring a wave of Qi; the candles in the hall extinguished in response. "Even if only a single infant's cry remains, it should be etched into your hearts."

The four guardians bowed their heads, staring at the gaps between the blue bricks, their fingernails digging deep into their palms. They had once thought that repelling seventy percent of the demon troops was an achievement, but now they realize that, in the eyes of the Imperial Majesty, any loss is a dereliction of duty.

"The six escaped Golden Snake demons from the western frontier will…" You Chao's voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.