Chapter 812: Regret Pill, Human Race Manifests, Houtu Invincible!

No way up to heaven, no door down to earth.

When the Demon Ancestor and the Human Emperor are in collusion, the gods realize they have no choice whatsoever.

If you don't side with the Supreme Emperor, the Demon Ancestor will kill you cleanly!

At this moment, the Nether River Demon Ancestor's demonic might towers to the heavens, his killing intent shakes the ages; having reached the ultimate leap's barrier, who could still be his match?

Can't find it!

Unless the Zhou Tian star constellations are recreated and Pangu's true form restored, the gods here cannot muster the strength to oppose the Nether River Demon Ancestor.

What's more, at this moment the Demon Ancestor has been strengthened!

He has gathered the resentment and sins of this era, ignited the karmic fire, and is about to burn this world, purifying all wickedness.

In the flood of time, all phenomena of the universe have become illusory and faint!

"Kill the future, cut the past……"

The ancient god sage murmurs, the Candle Dragon Great Sage's eyes bleed as he beholds what kind of scene.

By this moment, the wise divinities have already perceived some of the Demon Ancestor's schemes.

The karmic fire burns away sin; all wickedness will be purified, the foundation of cultivation severed, the Demon Ancestor storms the Purple Cloud Palace to attack the Dao Ancestor, restart the Heavenly Dao, format all that has happened in this era, and restore factory settings!

To a certain extent, this is a dose of regret medicine for the era.

For the Human Dao, this era has too much sorrow, too much wickedness has settled.

Can it be reclaimed?

The Nether River Demon Ancestor gave an answer—yes!

Endless sins turn into nutrients for the karmic fire's red lotus, undergoing rebirth amidst ruins and decay, retrieving the former beauty.

When sins are burnt to ash, all beings will forget this sorrowful era's memory.

To achieve this, one only needs to pass the barriers known as Great Luo and the Heavenly Dao!

Cut off the past, chase back regrets!

The gods are to be killed…… even if not killed, they must be silenced.

The Dao Ancestor must also be suppressed; only then can the Heavenly Dao be restarted, formatting all processes of the Honghuang's operation, achieving in this process the grandest rebirth!

Restart the era!

Everything returns to the warm moments of old, to the beginning of an era where no tragedy ever occurred.

This is the splendid chapter of slaying the Dao, both ruthless and affectionate.

Killing people is easy.

What about killing oneself?

The splendid blossoming of slaying the Dao can cut away regret and sorrow for the Human Dao, returning to the original heart!

For this, one only needs to lay out some offerings.

Those great, eternal lives that span endless time and space!

They are Great Luo, they are Heaven's Will!

Again sever the foundation of cultivation, letting the world fall into the degenerate age, no longer able to pursue strength…… perhaps a flourishing Human Dao will set sail once more.

With the fiercest faction's strife gone, the world vast, civilization splendid, if a Human Dao will guides heaven and earth, surely it won't repeat past mistakes?

The Nether River Demon Ancestor has drawn a beautiful blueprint for the Human Dao, a good medicine of regret.

He will end this era—how is this not another kind of Pangu?

Under his sword the era overturns and restarts, and it will surely affect countless future eras…… this is the true achievement of Pangu!

To this, the Human Dao acquiesced.

Even if foreseeable, the Demon Ancestor restarting the era may also be a heavy blow to the spirit-medium Human Dao will—he arises in response to the times, descends for the calamity.

Without the gods' mischief in this era, the stimulated Human Dao immune function fully activated, to save the world, to reverse the tide, perhaps he would not exist.

Even if he existed, he might not possess such cunning cleverness, learning from the gods; instead, as before, half-dreaming half-awake, low intellect, drowned in infinite numbers, lacking the excellence, resilience, and strength needed now for the common folk to struggle and strive.

Everyone says pain is a good medicine for growth…… but if possible, who would willingly endure such suffering?

The Human Dao sighs.

Regarding the Nether River Demon Ancestor's proposal, he neither supports nor opposes…… yet this is already the utmost support.

The Nether River Demon Ancestor has lost the stumbling block that barred his way, and now bullies the gods with ease.

Some gods remain bewildered, while others have already grasped the subtleties within, knowing what kind of transaction this is and what profound meaning lies behind.

Either side with the Human Dao, or stretch your neck to be slaughtered.

Regarding these two choices, some divinities stay silent, feeling that wherever they are it's just labor, working for Xuanyuan, which is actually not bad either.

While some divinities are otherwise.

"I fully understand the Demon Ancestor's intent and the Human Dao's heart."

A great shaman of the former Houtu lineage steps forward and says to the Supreme Emperor, "I admire, I lament…… but I will not submit."

"Are you sure?" The Human Dao's vast will sweeps away, the chapters of history turn over, all past events fully known, "I remember you."

"Houtu rebelled against heaven, gathered manpower, countless strong followed, you are among them."

"The Wu Clan path expounded by Houtu, you have practiced it diligently for years, with no corruption, fulfilling duty, merit without fault."

"Someone like you, it's a pity to die."

The Human Emperor speaks softly.

"Holy Emperor overpraises you." That great shaman rises tall in bow, then stands, "In position, plan policy, exercise authority, fulfill duties—just the basics."

"I was once heavily supported by the Human Dao, attained an innate divine position, encouraged to pioneer and advance, deeply favored; even now, thinking back, I still feel gratitude."

"But…… this era, I ultimately support Nüwa Majesty; how could I betray her?"

"Moreover, I do not agree with the world's degenerate age; I have cultivated all my life, at ease and free, exploring the vastness of heaven and earth, constantly observing the marvels of the universe—this is one of my original intentions, I will not submit."

Different paths, no plotting together.

That's all.

The era of witches and monsters was rather bad, but not that bad.

There are bad gods and good gods.

Some deities are of higher integrity, never mixing with impurity, always guarding a pure land.

However, when disaster struck, the evil gods swiftly changed sides, while the good gods were all buried with them.

Good people die young, while misfortune lasts a thousand years.

The Human Emperor sighed.

"Since that's the case, let you seek benevolence and attain benevolence!" The Minghe Demon Ancestor faced off against the Human Emperor and the gods, smiling faintly, killing sword in hand, he struck—one slash, and myriad ages turned to void!

Myriad Heavens and myriad worlds, endless spacetime, the origin of heaven and earth—everything, everything, at this moment all transformed into the most splendid sword light, originating from the Minghe Demon Ancestor.

Boom—

The brilliance of that sword light was infinite splendor, traversing one era after another, breaking the shackles of the ages, manifesting in the Dragon-Phoenix era, sweeping across the Wu-Yao epoch, flashing and rampaging through one tumultuous, vast era after another, causing the Dao Ancestor to fall silent, making all saints lose their voices, making the Heavenly Sovereign feel regret, and making the Heavenly Emperor nod……

This is the light of world's end, yet also like a ray of hope; the Demon Ancestor has gained half a boon of the Human Dao—now true power over life and death is his!

Wherever the sword light passed, all kinds of concepts vanished; everything was cut to nothing.

The direction the sword pointed was where that great shaman stood… even if he raised his fist of resistance, it shattered like a dreamy illusion and withered away!

Alas—

A soft sigh was that deity's final sound.

Until the curtain fell, his face bore regret and remorse, lamenting his fall upon the road, yet he held little resentment, never cursing humanity of the Human Dao; he was carefree and transcendent.

Even his posthumous legacy—his divine blood spilled and sprinkled across the world—brought no disaster to heaven and earth, merely transforming the universe and all beings into pure blessing power, cleansing the world.

"What a pity." Minghe sighed, shook his head, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

"However, having killed people like you, the rest doesn't matter."

As his words fell, the Demon Ancestor acted, slaughtering the gods across the board, helping them reach a decision.

Any deity not aligned with the Human Dao became his prey.

All the way, countless deities have bled beneath his blade!

It must be said.

Perhaps in this era, many gods have learned wickedness… but their backbone is still relatively strong.

Just as before… if not for the Eastern Emperor's command, perhaps at the final moment the Heavenly Court's demon gods would have fought and died alongside them, rather than surrender to the Wu Clan.

Likewise, in this life-and-death moment, it is most revealing of one's stance.

Formerly, loyalty and treachery were hard to distinguish; looking upon the Human Dao, the court seemed full of the righteous, but in truth—who truly followed the Human Dao?

Cannot see clearly, cannot discern.

But now, it is quite clear.

Human hearts are laid bare; it is a hidden test.

At this moment, even demons and monsters find it hard to stay concealed.

Minghe's slaughter brought satisfaction, clearing many troubles for the Human Dao; the Tai Emperor gained benefit, and the Demon Ancestor forged his killing sword, nurturing supreme sharpness.

That sword's motion swallowed the cosmos' mysteries; all the killing intent accumulated throughout the Wu-Yao era now gathered in him, reaching the pinnacle!

The sword light blazed, the sword roar thundered; the whole heaven and earth trembled, Mount Buzhou rumbled, and the four extremes of heaven and earth shattered in spacetime.

The deeply concealed Slaughter-Immortal Sword Formation almost was forcibly summoned just now!

However, the Human Emperor, with a flip of his hand and a virtual press, caused Rahu to awaken and regain control, ultimately bypassing this method.

The Minghe Demon Ancestor also didn't mind… this isn't his cup of tea.

The Slaughter-Immortal Sword Formation aligns with destruction… but now he is going to become a savior!

Restart the era, save the age's lament!

One sword, one little friend—yet he remains the most righteous and resolute!

He swept aside deity after deity; the stubborn bones of those unwilling to support the Human Dao were shattered.

Among them, most were the subordinates of Nüwa.

This stimulated a goddess, driving her mad!

"Minghe!"

The roar that shook the Myriad Heavens through eternity, with flames burning the ages, was Houtu bellowing!

This supreme ancestor of the Wu Clan, the one who transformed reincarnation, the peak giant who conquered and slew Xihuang, now is overcome with shaking fury.

"You dare!"

His officers were slaughtered, his retinue wiped out, the painstakingly built company, bit by bit being torn apart… what kind of heartache is this?

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to the Dragon-Phoenix era, when her You Chao real estate collapsed—also such a tragedy!

"Wa Huang?"

The Minghe Demon Ancestor halted his advance, lifted his head to the sky, gave a faint smile, "I dare? What do I have to fear?"

"Want to throw harsh words at me?"

"First get past Xihuang, then talk!"

The Demon Ancestor leisurely carried out a great slaughter in all directions, utterly unconcerned with Houtu's anger.

"Again like this… again like this!"

In the shattered battlefield, Houtu clenched his fists.

Opposite her was a blood‑clad figure who still remembered his bearing—Xihuang, plucking the strings, sounding the era's immortal melody.

One era yields one note; countless eras intertwine, portraying the rise and fall of the Human Dao!

The mortal world was like a dream, turning into the Chaos bitter sea, boundless and endless, blocking Houtu's slaughter.

Houtu the Ancestral Witch is truly too strong.

Although Xihuang's cultivation is extraordinary, his combat power is not high; facing Houtu bolstered by reincarnation, he has held on until now, but is already at the end of his tether.

But, Minghe gave an opportunity.

"Younger sister, how will you choose?"

Xihuang chuckled, "Is it to abandon me here, no longer able to suppress me, instead go against Minghe, rescue your subordinates, ultimately be swept away by my era, erase the era's barriers, and let the Dragon-Phoenix Era be restored?"

"Or is it that, because benevolence does not command troops, for your own cause you let those divinities be sacrificial pawns, sacrifice in Pangu's game, striving to have Minghe cut down the Heavenly Dao before burying me, shatter the introduction to the Dragon-Phoenix Era, let your will dominate this 'ancient', and reach the pinnacle?"

"I'm quite curious."

Xihuang toyed with Nüwa's mindset.

"It's you! You planned all this!" Houtu gritted her teeth, bit her lip, her eyes red with anger, resentment, and pain.

"Me? I guess so." Xihuang pondered a moment, then took the blame—although the Five Fortunes Dao Lord Alliance isn't closely related to him—"I just want you to understand the principle of choice... since you want to be Pangu, leader of the gods, parent of all beings, you must inevitably face various problems."

"If the choice is wrong, the whole board loses... Looking now, your wisdom and vision are still insufficient."

"I hate you." Houtu clenched her fists, blood dripping, "Always like this, high and mighty."

"Still better than being weak and useless, suffering utter defeat." Xihuang smirked.

"But, I am no longer the me of before!" Houtu's eyes flashed, her pupils blazing, "Don't even think of lecturing me again!"

"My subordinates, I will protect!"

"Your people, I will also beat!"

"I want it all!"

"Oh?" Xihuang laughed unrestrainedly, "In broad daylight, little sister, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"You're not a child anymore!"

"Only children think they can have everything; adults know... you can only choose one!"

"Fuxi! The era has changed!" Houtu growled low.

"Although I don't know what's going on, ultimately humanity won."

"Even if it's inexplicably strange."

"But humanity won, right?"

"I have karma with humanity; I am the Creator, who established the most ancient covenant."

"Now, when I burn this covenant, I sacrifice this karma!"

Houtu shouted low, boundless mighty power surged, shattering this battlefield.

That power was supreme, like a radiant sun reigning over the ages; gods and all beings could not gaze upon it!

"Little sister! You must be careful!" Xihuang feigned shock, "You burn the covenant, liquidate shares—temporarily you become strong, but you also plant hidden dangers in managing humanity; there will inevitably be variables!"

"So what?"

Houtu glared with blood-red eyes, "Humanity has become the protagonist of heaven and earth; do they still need my meddling?"

"In the past, I already disliked your meddling; if I don't want it for myself, how could I impose it on humanity?"

"Sooner or later, I will set humanity free."

"As for now?"

"I'm going to clean up you lot!"

Houtu roared in anger, she unleashed an unprecedented fist-light, shattering past and present, piercing through all worlds.

She stood alone, yet simultaneously declared war—whether Minghe or Xihuang, all were within the fist-light's envelope!

"Hmm?"

Minghe was moved, stopped his killing steps, "So fierce?"

Hesitating, he turned and left to go cause trouble for the Heavenly Dao.

Elsewhere, the zither's sound shattered, a blood-stained guqin fell into the dark abyss!

Houtu went berserk with killing!

(End of chapter)