Chapter 433

Added to this was the Pangu bloodline, which allowed Houtu to successfully transform her body into the Cycle.

Her own physical form also became part of the Six Paths Cycle.

One could say that achieving this is possible.

Mastery of the Cycle Dao is the primary requirement, followed by possessing a certain amount of Pangu bloodline.

As the Primordial World was opened by Pangu himself, his bloodline naturally has greater compatibility with this world.

Know that the Cycle already exists within the Primordial World.

But this Cycle operates mostly as a mechanical process.

Only a very few sentient beings have the opportunity to enter the Primordial World's Cycle.

After Houtu opened the Six Paths Cycle, she incorporated all sentient beings of the Primordial World into it.

This situation is entirely different from the current Cycle.

Precisely because of this, Houtu gained vast amounts of merit and fortune.

Yet in a certain sense, Houtu also perished upon the Primordial Earth.

The Lady Pingxin who later resurrected was Houtu, yet not Houtu.

One could say that opening the Six Paths Cycle is not something easily accomplished—it demands a certain price.

This price.

Scanning the entire Primordial Earth, among the Pre-Sage cultivators, only Houtu today likely possesses such qualification.

As for Luo Fu.

That is an unforeseen variable.

He is the one who escaped from the Primordial Heaven and Earth.

"Houtu, you've awakened," Luo Fu said, watching her in this state.

"Yes, Luo Fu Daofriend," Houtu nodded. "I now understand what you meant before—that this world's lost souls need a place to dwell. Perhaps this is the mission I was born into this world to fulfill."

"Mission?" Luo Fu smiled faintly. "Houtu, understand this: if you complete this mission, you may perish."

"Perish?" Houtu's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, yet she spoke firmly. "Luo Fu Daofriend, I am fully aware. But I must do this."

"Houtu, your intention to do this isn't solely for the sake of the Primordial World's countless beings, is it?" Luo Fu smiled.

Though Houtu is compassionate, she is one of the Ancestral Wus.

She knows well that if she were gone, the Wu Clan would suffer a tremendous blow.

Under such a blow.

Whether the Wu Clan could still stand against the Yao Clan remains a question.

After all, Houtu understood that their Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Spirit Defilement Array would be incomplete without her.

With or without this array, the Wu Clan's power is the difference between heaven and earth.

Though Houtu is compassionate, she would not abandon her Wu Clan for some grand, abstract love.

If she did.

Then she would not be the Ancestral Wu Houtu.

One could say that in this moment of awakening, Houtu saw more than before.

And it concerned the fate of her Wu Clan.

"Are you also doing this for your Wu Clan?" Luo Fu continued, watching the silent Houtu.

These words startled Houtu deeply.

While immersed in her awakening, she had indeed glimpsed fragments of the future.

Clearly, the Yao-Wu Cataclysm.

Would bring no less ruin to the Wu Clan than to the Yao Clan.

It could rightly be called mutual annihilation.

If Houtu transformed herself into the Cycle, the Wu Clan might still retain a sliver of hope.

This was the insight Houtu gained in her awakening.

She had not expected Luo Fu to also perceive this.

But upon reflection, Luo Fu was the reincarnation of the Father God—though he had not yet fully awakened, knowing fragments of the future seemed natural.

"Houtu, tell me what you saw," Luo Fu continued.

Houtu pressed her lips together, then whispered softly.

"Luo Fu Daofriend, while in my awakening, I glimpsed a sliver of the future: if I transform into the Cycle, the Wu Clan may yet have a chance—but if I do not open the Cycle, there will be no Wu Clan left upon this land."

Here, Houtu sighed helplessly.

One could say.

At this moment, Houtu understood: this was a choice with no alternative.

The future lies before her—now it is up to Houtu to choose.

"Nonsense."

Luo Fu, hearing these words, merely spoke with faint disdain.

The Heavenly Dao's grand tide.

To Luo Fu now, it was a colossal joke.

With accumulated Dao power, the Heavenly Dao's grand tide was no longer unfathomable.

It was quite simple.

One could say.

If a Dao-level cultivator appeared here, not even altering the Heavenly Dao's grand tide—let alone changing the Heavenly and Earthly Cataclysm—could this world do anything.

This is the result of absolute power.

For a Dao-level powerhouse, destroying a world like the Primordial World is utterly effortless.

Between the two.

They are not even on the same level.

Compared to the Dao level, a Hunyuan Da Luo is like two entirely different species.

The gap between the Dao level and the Heaven Dao level is even greater than the gaps between those previous realms.

It is not merely two species—it is a gap between two dimensions.

This is some of the information Luo Fu obtained from the power lineage he seized from the Main God Space.

The tide of Heaven Dao is merely an application of power by a Heaven Dao powerhouse.

Of course.

The Heaven Dao of the Primordial World is mostly a matter of instinctive operation.

It still has a certain gap compared to true top-tier Heaven Dao powerhouses.

Precisely because of this, Ancestor Hongjun was able to merge with Heaven Dao, becoming part of it.

"Bullshit?" On the other side, Sister Houtu, hearing Luo Fu's evaluation, was utterly stunned.

Could what she said be bullshit?

Meanwhile.

Ancestor Minghe, trapped within the world prison, also widened his eyes.

He had been listening to Sister Houtu speak of creating the Cycle, thinking the ancestral witch intended to sacrifice herself.

Then Ancestor Minghe had wanted to hear what Luo Fu thought.

At this moment, Ancestor Minghe truly acknowledged Luo Fu's power.

His full-power attack a moment ago could not have shaken this world prison at all.

Know that what Luo Fu used to trap him was not some rare treasure or divine material.

It was pure Dao power manifested as a divine technique.

This point.

Ancestor Minghe could see it perfectly clearly.

Precisely because he understood this, Ancestor Minghe deeply submitted to Luo Fu's power at that moment.

His earlier anger vanished instantly.

In Ancestor Minghe's heart, Luo Fu was no longer a junior—he was a powerhouse stronger than himself.

Yes, in Ancestor Minghe's understanding, Luo Fu's power was certainly greater than his own.

This was evident from the Dao technique that had trapped him.