Chapter 175: Ten Absolute Formation Diagram

This Netherworld core institution not only sustains the operating law of Honghuang Tian Di, but also is the key to Zhou Yi's future layout.

It must be known that the reincarnation system is the transformation of Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's own body, and its divine embryo and true spirit still nurture deep within the reincarnation.

Regarding the Western Sect's scheme to lay claim to the reincarnation, even with Jieyin and Zhunti, the two saints, personally arriving, the Human Emperor is also prepared to confront them directly.

Along the way, Yu Qiang, the ancestor shaman, revealed that since Zhou Yi offered his strategy, the Wu Clan has dispatched many elite to guard the reincarnation.

As the core of the system, the underworld institution's operating mechanism has become refined after millennia of evolution.

On Yellow Spring Road, the Wu Clan war general with a bull's head and human body ferries lost souls; before the Fragrant Viewing Platform, the judge holding the "Ten Thousand Spirits Strategy" verifies good and evil, and the Ten Hall Yanluo adjudicates the direction of reincarnation according to karma.

Now Fengdu City is orderly: those entangled with karmic obstacles enter the Refining Hell to cleanse sins, and those whose merit is complete drink from the River of Forgetting to be reborn.

With the Wu Clan war shaman and Hou Tu sect priests cooperating, this Netherworld stronghold that maintains the balance of the three realms has erected an unbreakable defense line.

Deep in the Nine Nether Underworld, ten Yan Lords clad in dark robes circulate profound shamanic power around them, all having reached the pinnacle level of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

If at this moment a reckless person dares to breach the Underworld, not to mention tampering with destiny registers, they will instantly meet a fate of soul flying and spirit scattering.

"A millennium of time has created this scene; can it still enter the law's eye?" Yu Qiang lightly tapped the void with his bone staff, and the Six Realms Wheel responded with dazzling brilliance.

This once youthful ancestor shaman now bears the bearing of a ruler in his brows.

Zhou Yi stared at the ever‑flowing Heavenly Dao law, his tone praising: "To bring the Wu Clan's unskilled institutional matters to such a state must have cost a great deal of effort."

He knows that for the war‑accustomed Wu Clan, building the reincarnation system is a hundred times harder than battlefield slaughter.

Yu Qiang lightly brushed the silver ornaments hanging from his temples, his gaze turning to the depths of reincarnation: "Compared with Sister Hou Tu's resolute transformation into reincarnation, my modest toil is nothing to mention."

In the midst of their words, the two have arrived at the River of Forgetting's bank, seeing a blue‑robed woman distributing posthumous elixirs.

"Sister, are you well today?" Yu Qiang hurried forward, grasping Meng Po's arm.

This primordial spirit formed from Hou Tu's essence lacks past‑life memories, yet a thousand years together have made the two as close as kin.

Zhou Yi gazed at Meng Po and the visage resembling an old friend, a fleeting melancholy flashing in his eyes.

Inside the Yanluo Hall, ten guardians have gathered before the ink‑jade table.

Zhou Yi's fingertip brushed the floating Honghuang star map, and he said gravely: "The Western Sect's two saints' layout clearly anticipates the approaching Great Calamity of the shaman‑demon."

Amid the azure smoke rising from the gilded incense burner, the Six Realms Wheel projection is being entwined by several causality threads.

"They cannot wait for the Great Calamity to end," Yu Qiang sneered, dispersing the golden Sanskrit that sought to corrupt the reincarnation, "When the shaman and demon are both defeated, the various forces will tear each other apart like jackals, and then any attempt to seize control of the reincarnation authority…"

Before the words finished, a thunderous bell suddenly rang outside the hall.

As the Honghuang races focus on the shaman‑demon war clouds, the Netherworld depths are brewing a subversive shift.

Jieyin and Zhunti's disciples precisely seized the strategic window, launching a lightning deployment before the Six Realms reincarnation was perfected, a pivotal turn that allowed the Buddhist sect to later rise.

Inside the bronze hall, candlelight flickered; under the gaze of the twelve ancestor shaman reliefs, Zhou Yi counted and struck the reincarnation disk: "Lay out those minor moves of Ling Mountain and explain them."

The Ten Hall Yanluo, who should have chaired the meeting, rose at once; the entire Underworld hierarchy showed no trace of resentment at overstepping authority.

The silence of the Wu Clan's strongmen held multiple reverence: the blue‑robed man before them was not only the contemporary war god who quells the heavy masses with his fists and blocks Taiyi with his sword, but also the chief architect of the reincarnation system.

When Hou Tu transformed the reincarnation, the earth‑shaking twelve strategies are still engraved on the merit monument at the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Three days ago we detained a suspicious wandering soul," King Yanluo unfolded the life‑death register projection, showing several cultivators whose heads radiated Buddha light, "They disguised themselves as lost spirits, attempting to infiltrate the animal realm's core area."

In the image, a hell structure diagram that fell from a monk's sleeve prominently marked the weak points of spiritual power in the eighteen layers of restriction.

The judge's pen traced an energy trajectory analysis: "These bald donkeys spent seven years, three months and nine days recording reincarnation fluctuations; in the past seven days the observation frequency surged three hundredfold."

The floating three‑dimensional model showed that Buddhist sect disciples had placed six thousand Truth‑Listening talismans, covering 73% of the key nodes of the Six Realms reincarnation.

Zhou Yi stared at the golden veins in the model and chuckled: "They've finally learned to strike while the iron is hot."

His fingertip ignited Chaos fire; the burned spot manifested the causal chain of the Great Vow Technique, and the Western Sect's soul‑guiding sutra meaning and the reincarnation law are resonating at the doctrinal core.

Zhou Yi's gaze burned as he scanned the room, and he commanded gravely: "Order each hall's guards that from now on any Western Sect disciple found trespassing the reincarnation path should be expelled on the spot without reporting."

"Delightful! Those bald donkeys should have suffered earlier," Xing Tian raised his arm and shouted, the bronze axe buzzing in his palm. In an instant, blood qi surged in the great hall, the totem tattoos of hundreds of Wu Clan warriors glowed red, shaking the dome and causing stone shards to rain down.

Yu Qiang's fingertip‑wrapped Netherfire flickered, his dark brows slightly furrowed, saying: "If Jieyin and Zhunti, those two old Daoists, personally take the field…"

"What about the Saint?" Gong Gong suddenly shattered floor tiles, and twelve mysterious water drake dragons burst forth, "When we collided with Mount Buzhou back then, I even dared to defy the Heavenly Dao's law." These words drew cheers, and battle spirit spread like wildfire across the hall.

Zhou Yi noted Yu Qiang's whitening fingertips, silently sighing that the once naive rain ancestor shaman, after Hou Tu's transformation into reincarnation, has become meticulous. He raised his hand to hush the clamor: "Do you all know that beyond Tusita Heaven, in the Purple Sky Palace, the Three Pure Ones are currently watching the Western movements?"

Seeing the crowd's dawning realization, Zhou Yi seized the moment to analyze: "The Great Calamity is at hand, the Six Saints check each other. If those two saints dare to overstep, Yuanshi Tianzun's Pangu banner may fall faster than ours."

As he spoke, a phantom Six Realms Wheel appeared in his palm, "Today's arrivals are merely scout pawns, indicating their hesitance."

Outside the Hou Tu Hall, a cold wind howled; from the eighteenth layer of Hell came wails, faintly accompanied by chanting Sanskrit.

Zhou Yi snapped his fingers, shattering the anomaly, and sneered: "Order each hall that from today the reincarnation path will have the Nine Nether restrictions; trespassers first endure three calamities and nine hardships before re‑entering reincarnation."

Kua Fu lifted his peach wood staff and grinned: "This method is brilliant, perfect for testing the newly forged Ten Absolute Formation Diagram."

Before the words finished, eighteen ancestor shaman auras simultaneously manifested at the six gates of the reincarnation path, a fierce killing aura surging straight toward Tusita Heaven.

Zhou Yi stood on the clouds overlooking the Netherworld, his fingertip lightly tapping the jade pendant at his waist. He wanted to see whether among the Western Sect's dispatched disciples there truly were opponents he could spar with.

The reincarnation power surging in the Underworld's depths like an inverted galaxy concerns the lifeline nexus of the three realms, the key move in his millennial chess plan.

By the Nine Nether Sea of Blood, the phantom of the Twelve‑grade Lotus Platform flickered. Ksitigarbha lowered his gaze, twisting sandalwood prayer beads, his cinnabar at the brow flashing intermittently in the cold wind.