Chapter 260: Dijiang Appears, Chiyou Enters Humanity

Above the Heavenly Pillar, Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes revealed surprise and doubt as he looked toward the East.

In the distant firmament, he sensed countless streams of luck erupting and scattering down upon the Eastern Land.

While he was in the midst of his confusion, he saw that part of the void glowing with red clouds, and then a cave dwelling slowly emerged.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a cave dwelling shrouded in red clouds appeared in the previously empty firmament.

"Is that Fire Cloud Cave?" The familiar fluctuations made Tongtian knit his brows.

It was one thing for the Undying Volcano and Kunlun Mountain to manifest in the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space, but why was even Fire Cloud Cave beginning to emerge?

With a dark expression, Tongtian sensed it carefully, and a look of astonishment immediately flashed across his eyes.

Luck—all the luck that appeared came from Fire Cloud Cave; Fire Cloud Cave was actually erupting with luck.

Fire Cloud Cave was merely a cave dwelling, yet it had such a marvelous use; Tongtian's mind involuntarily thought of Hongyun.

The only Innate Sacred who did not obtain a Cushion during the Dao Ancestor's sermon in Purple Heaven Palace, yet was bestowed the Hongmeng Purple Qi by the Dao Ancestor.

At this very moment, Tongtian finally understood somewhat why Hongyun received such attention from Hongjun.

Fire Cloud Cave was closely linked to Humanity Luck, so Hongyun's identity was naturally far from simple.

After Proving the Dao to Hunyuan, Tongtian had thought that very little in the Primordial World could be hidden from him, but now he realized there might be more secrets in heaven and earth that he did not know.

Standing atop the mountain peak, Tongtian slowly extended his right hand.

A wisp of golden luck landed on his fingertip, clearly visible.

"Human Race luck?" Tongtian whispered, his face showing doubt.

What Fire Cloud Cave erupted was Humanity Luck, but upon landing on him, it transformed into Human Race luck.

Through the luck on his fingertip, Tongtian learned the reason for the matter.

He raised his head slightly and saw clearly where those streams of luck were heading; they were all scattering upon those members of the Human Race.

Nuwa created the Human Race to prove the Dao, Big Brother and Second Brother also established their sects based on the Human Race, and now Fuxi had likewise used the Human Race to prove himself as the Heavenly Sovereign.

The Human Race was merely a small, acquired tribe, yet they were so extraordinary.

"Humanity is flourishing; the Primordial World is becoming more and more prosperous!" As he said this, Tongtian looked up toward the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Ever since he stepped onto Mount Buzhou, he had been climbing, and now he was not far from the peak.

Ignoring the luck still scattering in the distance, Tongtian strode toward the summit above his head.

At this moment, above the Eastern Land of the Consciousness Space, a crowd of figures, including the Human Race, were all staring at the sky above in astonishment.

Because of the flourishing of the Human Race and the prosperity of Humanity, every living being in the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space could now see that large mass of red clouds in the eastern sky.

Red mist permeated the area, shrouding a large region, with a cave dwelling vaguely visible across the void.

Those with great strength could even see many streams of luck scattering down from within that red mist.

Jinling Shengmu looked at the luck falling from above, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

Duobao Daoren and the others beside her, however, all had shocked expressions, their hearts full of confusion.

As disciples of a Saint, they naturally understood the marvelous uses of luck, let alone such a massive amount of it.

Even though there were eight of them in their group, only Jinling Shengmu had luck falling upon her.

"Senior Sister Jinling, why are you the only one receiving luck?" Bixiao exclaimed, though her gaze was fixed upward on the red mist that shrouded a large area above.

Although Yunxiao and the others beside her did not speak, their gazes were also constantly sweeping between the sky and Jinling.

They had been in the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space for quite some time, and through the living beings dwelling within, they had learned many things about this place.

Along the way, their knowledge had increased significantly, but they had not encountered any opportunities.

And now, among their group, someone had finally obtained good fortune, yet it was only Jinling Shengmu.

Meeting the gazes of Zhao Gongming and the others, Jinling Shengmu shook her head and said with a blank face, "I don't know what's going on either."

She had just been curiously looking around when, unexpectedly, luck fell from the sky and surrounded her.

"It must be related to the Human Race," Duobao, standing nearby, replied softly.

He noticed that a Human Race tribe in the distance also had many scattered streams of luck falling upon it.

However, several members of the Demon Race outside the tribe, just like them, had received no luck.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look in those red clouds!" Bixiao flew up first, heading straight for the area shrouded in red mist in the sky.

"Third Sister..." Qiongxiao called out in a hurry, but Bixiao did not slow down at all; instead, she kept waving at them from the air.

Catching sight of the figures constantly rising in the distance, Zhao Gongming also shouted, "Let's go! Let's go up and see!"

The Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space had far fewer conflicts than the Primordial World, but this firmament was filled with strangeness.

There were not many stars, even the Sun Star was in a fragmented state, and more importantly, chaotic wills would occasionally sweep through the deep void, emitting ear-piercing screams.

The powerful wills that flashed by occasionally were not beneath their own Primordial Spirit.

Fortunately, those wandering wills only streaked through the air and would not approach the ground.

Now that Bixiao had rashly escaped into the sky, accidents could naturally occur.

Duobao Daoren and the others did not hesitate either; they zoomed toward the firmament, darting toward the place where the red clouds permeated.

With such dense luck erupting, that cave dwelling must certainly be extraordinary.

In just this short time, more and more figures were flying up from the Eastern Land.

Feeling those many auras, Duobao felt a chill in his heart, and Jinling Shengmu and the others beside him also wore expressions of astonishment.

Great Luo Golden Immortals—almost all of them were Great Luo Golden Immortals, and many of their pressures were far above their own.

They had indeed encountered many Great Luo Golden Immortals in the Consciousness Space, but not this many all at once.

Looking at them, they were densely packed, and the vast majority exerted a powerful pressure upon them.

The few who had flown up looked at each other, their faces filled with gravity.

They knew the Primordial World was vast and rich, with countless experts, but when they truly saw them, they still could not help but feel ripples in their hearts.

As disciples of a Saint, they seemed to have no great advantage.

Many thoughts raced through their minds, but their speed did not falter as they quickly darted toward that mass of red mist.

Yet, as they looked at the cave dwelling drawing ever closer, a look of doubt flashed in the eyes of Duobao Daoren.

As they drew nearer, he could clearly see that within the red mist there was indeed a cave dwelling, standing there in the void, with fortune and red mist continuously surging forth from within.

Such a scene made Duobao unconsciously think of Fire Cloud Cave in the Primordial World.

However, Fire Cloud Cave was the dojo of Hongyun, and he had never seen it with his own eyes; he had only heard of it throughout the Primordial World and did not know the specifics.

Just as Duobao and the others were feeling puzzled, a few voices drifted over from not far away.

"Big Brother, could this be that Fire Cloud Cave?"

"Indeed! It must be the work of Senior Tian Yuan, causing the might of Mount Buzhou to surge, and this Fire Cloud Cave has also manifested in the Consciousness Space."

Duobao Daoren and the others, filled with shock and suspicion, hurriedly turned their heads to look; it was a young man leading two burly men.

They stared at the red mist in the distance, looking at the abundant fortune raining down with faces full of envy.

After just one glance, Duobao Daoren understood that the cultivation of the three was above theirs, and far superior at that. But compared to this, they were even more curious about the meaning of the other party's words.

Was this cave dwelling before them, with its ten thousand zhang of red mist, truly the Fire Cloud Cave of the Primordial World?

The group exchanged glances and, carrying even greater doubts, quickly darted toward the red mist.

The changes in Fire Cloud Cave were also discovered immediately by Houtu, the Lord of the Earthly Dao.

Standing in the Netherworld, her pair of eyes seemed to pierce through the endless void, looking toward the vast Primordial World.

The fortune falling in a scattered shower almost covered the entire East.

"The Human Race is flourishing, bringing blessings to heaven and earth!" Houtu whispered softly, her beautiful face filled with joy.

The Heaven Earth and Man Three Daos complement each other; with Humanity flourishing, it naturally helps strengthen the Earthly Dao.

In just this short time, she had clearly felt the power of Reincarnation strengthening, and along with it, Diting, who was gestating on the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, had also accelerated significantly.

As for the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen within, they had already fully taken shape, and she estimated it would not be long before they were born.

Just as Houtu was examining them closely, dark light suddenly surged beneath the Reincarnation Disk, and a Blood-colored Long Rainbow streaked across, plunging toward the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk.

"Big Brother?"

The fluctuations coming from the Eighteen Levels of Hell made Houtu's expression freeze slightly.

As the Earthly Dao continued to strengthen, Houtu had been searching for the figure of Dijiang at every moment, but she had never had any success.

Now, this brother of hers who had been missing for so long finally had some movement.

Although she did not know what Dijiang intended to do, Houtu was determined to stop him.

The thick Earthly Dao Will surged from the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, blocking the path of that Blood-colored Long Rainbow.

But the next second, Houtu's expression changed slightly; the blood-colored light passed straight through, plunged headlong into the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It was not a divine ability or a spell; that streak of blood-colored light was merely a faint Primordial Spirit.

Within the Primordial Spirit, there was not only the aura of Big Brother Dijiang, but also the fluctuations of herself and the other Ancestral Witches.

That wisp of Primordial Spirit contained the auras of all twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously.

It was precisely that trace of fluctuation belonging to Houtu that allowed the other party to ignore the gathered Earthly Dao Will and escape into Humanity.

With thoughts racing through her mind, Houtu instantly knew the origin of that wisp of Primordial Spirit.

It was Chiyou, the strongest Great Witch gestated from the gathered Essence Blood of the twelve Ancestral Witches within the Blood Pool of Pangu Temple.

He had been taken away by Dijiang along with Pangu Temple, and now he had been cast into Humanity by him to be reincarnated as a member of the Human Race.

Combined with the changes in heaven and earth just now, how could Houtu not know Dijiang's plan?

Fuxi had already attained the position of Heavenly Sovereign, and the Earthly Sovereign and Human Sovereign were bound to emerge in response to the world.

Now Dijiang was actually planning to use Chiyou to contend for the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth for the Human Race.

Chiyou was gestated from the Essence Blood of the twelve Ancestral Witches; if he were reincarnated as a human, he would surely gather Great Fortune.

Alas, the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen had not yet fully manifested, otherwise she could have located Chiyou.

"Big Brother! The Primordial World is no longer what it once was, and the Wu Clan is all here; why must you be so persistent?" Houtu looked toward the Eighteen Levels of Hell, her face showing no particular strangeness.

If the Human Race wants to become the protagonist of heaven and earth, they must surely undergo tribulations.

It was just that Houtu did not want the tribulation the Human Race faced to come from Big Brother Dijiang or be related to the Wu Clan.

Currently, the Wu Clan in heaven and earth all resided in the Netherworld; the Primordial World no longer had any trace of their Wu Clan.

In Houtu's view, Dijiang acting this way was purely acting willfully.

After attaining the Saint realm, she deeply understood that the rightful place for the Wu Clan was the Underworld.

The Human Race being the protagonist of heaven and earth was chosen by heaven and earth; it was the choice of the Primordial World's will.

Now that the Wu Clan was in such a state, and Dijiang still wanted to struggle desperately, Houtu felt a bit of anger in her heart.

Scheming for the Eighteen Levels of Hell and wanting to contend for the authority of the Earthly Dao was one thing; after all, it was a matter between the twelve Ancestral Witches.

But the Human Race was the protagonist of heaven and earth, concerning the flourishing of Humanity, and was inextricably linked to the entire Primordial World.

To Houtu's surprise, a hoarse voice came from within the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

"Though the Netherworld is good, how can it compare to the Heavenly Pillar, Mount Buzhou!"

That voice, both familiar and strange, made Houtu's expression freeze.

"Big Brother, you have finally replied; why won't you come out and see your little sister?" Houtu looked toward the Eighteen Levels of Hell, a look of bewilderment flashing in her eyes.

The Eighteen Levels of Hell had already fully manifested, and the Earthly Dao was not what it used to be, but she did not sense Dijiang's aura.

Besides the Eighteen Levels of Hell, had Dijiang obtained other fortunes in the Netherworld that even she was unaware of?

It was all because the Reincarnation was damaged early on, and the Earthly Dao was not yet mature, so as the Lord of the Earthly Dao, she was still quite constrained.

"Little Sister! We of the Wu Clan already control the Netherworld; why not use this to sweep across the Primordial World, restore the prestige of the Wu Clan, and not disgrace the Pangu Orthodox!" Amidst the indifferent words, dark light suddenly surged in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

A pitch-black coffin appeared, floating quietly in the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

The Heaven-Refining Coffin! Houtu's pupils constricted, and she immediately stepped forward, her figure already arriving at the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

Dijiang had indeed been hiding in the Eighteen Levels of Hell all along; perhaps it was because of the Heaven-Refining Coffin, or some other reliance, that he had managed to evade her perception.

"The Primordial World is already in a state of prosperity, so why must we pointlessly create slaughter?" Seeing that Dijiang remained obsessed and unrepentant, Houtu felt a massive headache coming on.

A long time ago, the twelve Ancestral Witches all looked to Dijiang as their leader, always feeling that Big Brother was a man of reason.

Now, Houtu suddenly realized that Big Brother was completely stubborn.

He was even more thick-headed than the other brothers who only knew how to fight and kill.

"Isn't life and death the very reason for the existence of Reincarnation?" Dijiang's slightly agitated voice came from within the coffin.

Yet the coffin floated silently in the air, and there was still no sign of Dijiang appearing.

"Moreover, the constant Reincarnation of living beings can gradually strengthen the power of Reincarnation, which is greatly beneficial to us Ancestral Witches."

Within the Eighteen Levels of Hell, Dijiang's slightly excited, low voice echoed continuously.

Looking at her obsessed brother, Houtu sighed in her heart and said indifferently, "Hongjun is plotting against the Primordial Heaven and Earth; that is our true opponent. If not for Tian Yuan, how could the Wu Clan have today, and you would not be appearing here!"

Without Tian Yuan, where would there be any Six Paths of Reincarnation, or any Underworld? It was precisely because of Tian Yuan that she was able to attain the Dao and become a Saint, and her brothers also found their own opportunities.

If the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk were not repaired, how could the Eighteen Levels of Hell have been conceived, and Dijiang would likewise not have had such an opportunity.

"Hmph! How is that Tian Yuan any different from Hongjun? Both are thieves of Heaven and Earth!" Dijiang's cold words rang out, showing not the slightest intention of thanking Tian Yuan.

"You..." Houtu was at a loss for words, a clear look of annoyance visible on her face.

She could not be bothered to waste any more breath, and immediately, endless will gathered in the surrounding air, rapidly rolling toward the coffin in the sky.

Since Big Brother was so stubborn and unyielding, she could only capture him.

In the time they had spent chatting, she had not been standing idly by.

Facing Houtu's actions, only a cold snort came from within the coffin!

(End of this chapter)