Chapter 379

In the Underworld, a blood moon hung overhead, emitting an eerie, ancient crimson glow.

Today, this blood moon seemed to carry a hint of something unusual.

All the ghosts and gods of the Underworld clearly felt the joyful and expectant will of the Earthly Dao.

“Is His Majesty preparing to reconstruct the Underworld order again?”

Across the Underworld, in every ghost city and the four chaotic seas, countless ghosts and gods gazed at the blood moon, murmuring in voices filled with excitement and reverence.

Meanwhile, beyond the Primordial True Realm, in the boundless Zhu Tian Shi Jie, a spectral deity walked through the void.

Wherever He passed, phantom soul-rivers naturally arose in the void—its waters deep yellow, carrying countless lost true spirits.

These soul-rivers meandered and flowed silently into newly formed worlds, or those lacking a cycle of rebirth, bringing them their first order of transmigration.

“Hey? Is the Master beginning to construct the Hong Huang Lun Hui?”

Wang Chuan halted, gazing toward the direction of the Hong Huang Zhen Jie, a faint smile curving his lips.

“Perfect—I can lie flat again for a while!”

As his words faded, violet light suddenly flared beside him, dazzling and brilliant, illuminating the surrounding dark cosmos.

From within the violet light, a towering, solemn deity slowly stepped forth, clad in the Nine You Emperor Robe.

The next instant, this deity vanished, transforming into a twelve-petal violet lotus throne.

Upon the lotus throne, Daoist runes flickered and vanished, the rhythm of the Cycle Dao flowing endlessly.

“This journey has ended—let’s return!” The Lian Tai of the Cycle Violet Lotus swayed gently, sending a joyful mental pulse to Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan gazed at the violet lotus throne, radiating infinite mysteries of the Cycle Dao, and asked with a smile:

“Now is the critical moment for perfecting the Underworld order and establishing the entire Hong Huang Lun Hui system—will you truly not resume your role as the Nine You Ba Zui Tian Zun?”

The petals of the Cycle Violet Lotus opened and closed slowly, responding calmly: “I am a primordial spiritual treasure, born of Heaven and Earth. Returning to my true form now, reverting to origin, is no bad thing.”

“When it’s time to cultivate, the lotus form makes it easier to comprehend the Dao; when it’s time to lie flat, I simply root myself in the Underworld—no one can command me.”

“I can still deeply study the Cycle Dao—even more purely than when I bore the title of Tian Zun.”

The Cycle Violet Lotus implied: being a Tian Zun was nowhere near as easy or carefree as being a spiritual treasure.

Anything a Tian Zun could do, this supreme primordial spiritual treasure could do just as well—if it wished.

Anything a Tian Zun was bound by status or rules to avoid, this spiritual treasure could do without restraint.

In the past, bound by duty, he had shouldered the heavy burden of the Nine You Ba Zui Tian Zun, laboring tirelessly—when had he ever had a moment’s peace?

Now, having followed the Great Emperor to success, it was time to return to his rightful place as a “Spiritual Treasure,” enjoying the bliss of “Treasurehood.”

“But…” The Cycle Violet Lotus shifted tone, its violet light subtly intensifying.

“The Great Emperor is establishing the Hong Huang Lun Hui—a matter of paramount importance to the entire Hong Huang’s future. As one who carries the Cycle Dao, I must return to lend a hand.”

The Cycle Violet Lotus’s thought carried a note of solemnity.

The Underworld Nether Court, the final resting place of all beings, was the very core of his cultivated Dao.

During the Xuan Tai Universe, the Cycle Violet Lotus had single-handedly shouldered the entire Nine You Yin Si.

From nothing, he established the first cycle of rebirth in the grand cosmos.

Now, as the Hong Huang Lun Hui is about to be established, for him, it is both a duty and a tremendous opportunity.

“The Dao’s advancement lies in this very moment! Come, friend!”

The Cycle Violet Lotus throne trembled, unleashing boundless violet light, enveloping Wang Chuan, and shooting like a streak of light straight toward the Hong Huang You Ming Jie.

Simultaneously, as the Cycle Violet Lotus and Wang Chuan set off for the Underworld, the many Yan Jun scattered across the ten directions of the cosmos, each governing a great universe’s cycle, all sensed the violent changes within the Hong Huang You Ming Jie.

The joyful, calling pulse from the Earthly Dao’s origin reached their hearts clearly.

“Hey, has our Master finally decided to formally establish the Hong Huang Great Cycle?”

In a magnificent divine palace, 【Song Di Wang】 Huang Long’s eyes flashed with brilliance, a delighted grin spreading across his face.

Without hesitation, he left behind a fully prepared Dao body to guard the cycle operations of this universe, while his true form stepped forward, tearing through the void to return to Hong Huang.

“Perfect—I’ll head back to Wu Cheng Tian Gong and discuss advanced methods of the Nine Transformation Xuan Gong with my brothers and sisters.”

“I reckon I’ll complete the seventh transformation and condense my Da Luo Dao Guo soon enough.”

As Huang Long mused, his figure vanished into the depths of the cosmos.

In another universe, the Tai Shan Divine Realm.

Tai Yi Zhen Ren, clad in the 【Tai Shan Wang】 divine robe, leisurely sipped immortal tea, guiding his subordinate ghosts and gods in their duties.

Sensing the signal, his teacup paused mid-sip; his face took on a thoughtful expression.

“The Cycle Demon God transformed into the Eastern Peak Great Emperor—and ended up suppressed.”

“Now, with the Master using him as a foundation to establish the Cycle, could I ask the Master to help me carve a direct cycle passage from Tai Shan to the Underworld?”

Tai Yi Zhen Ren stroked his chin, finding the idea highly constructive.

In the Tai Xu World, a famed realm of mortal trials, bizarre and dazzling, bathed in neon and wine.

Yu Ding Zhen Ren, clad in a blue robe, strolled along a long street, idly twirling a delicate little axe.

Behind him marched two squads of black-haired, black-robed subordinates, each wielding sharp axes.

The living beings along the street could not perceive their presence.

Only spirit officials capable of communicating between Yin and Yang, or cultivators of the ghost-immortal path, could observe them.

【Yan Jun Patrol—Clear the Way Immediately!】

A ghost-immortal hastily pulled two companions aside, turning their backs and shrinking into a corner.

【My Lord of the Underworld, why is the City King personally leading this patrol today?】 one companion asked curiously.

Another whispered: 【Shh, don’t you see he’s not wearing his uniform? Today he’s not the City King—he’s the Axe Gang boss!】

The ghost-immortal jumped, whispering urgently: 【Don’t say ‘Axe Gang’ again—that’s a selfie stick!】

【Yes yes, selfie stick—it’s a selfie stick, the Yan Jun’s divine tool for recording daily life!】

The two companions froze as Yu Ding Zhen Ren and his two squads suddenly halted, their faces draining of color, nearly losing their souls.

As the Underworld’s resonance reached him, Yu Ding Zhen Ren’s previously calm eyes suddenly blazed with brilliant light, instantly severing the illusions before him.

“I’m returning to Hong Huang—continue your patrol.”

“If any heretical gods or demons cause trouble—cut them down!”

“Yes, Boss!”

The two squads of black-robed ghosts bowed respectfully.

Yu Ding Zhen Ren’s form flickered and vanished.

“We must return too.”

【Ping Deng Wang】 Guang Cheng Zi, who had been cultivating life in a dead universe, upon hearing the news, entrusted his duties to subordinates and returned in a graceful drift.

【Qin Guang Wang】 Chi Jing Zi had just resolved a thorny case of an alien demon invading the cycle; sensing the signal, he immediately set off on his return journey.

【Zhuan Lun Wang】 Ju Liu Sun, who had been in seclusion meditating on the Dao, was startled awake, calculated with his fingers, smiled broadly, and broke his meditation.

Chu Jiang Wang, Bian Cheng Wang, Wu Guan Wang, Yan Luo Wang… each of the Chan Sect’s inner-disciple Yan Jun, governing a universe, chose simultaneously to return to Hong Huang.

In the Underworld, the Ghost Gate Pass.

Now, under the enhanced power of the Earthly Dao’s origin, this gateway connecting myriad worlds appeared even more majestic and glorious, radiating a solemn authority that suppressed the Underworld.

At this moment, a succession of powerful figures, each with unique divine auras, appeared one after another before the Ghost Gate Pass.

They were the Ten Yan Jun, returning from the Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

“Brothers and sisters, long time no see! It seems you’ve all come for the Master’s grand establishment of the Great Cycle.”

Huang Long arrived first, cheerfully greeting his arriving fellow disciples.

“Still as impatient as ever, Brother Huang Long,” Tai Yi Zhen Ren said, swaying his fly-whisk as he appeared calmly.

“Greetings, brothers,” Yu Ding Zhen Ren replied, as always brief, standing with his sword in hand.

Guang Cheng Zi, Chi Jing Zi, and others also bowed respectfully.

In an instant, divine lights interwove, Dao rhythms filled the air—utterly bustling.

At that moment, three serene, pure lights descended from the distant horizon, landing before the Ghost Gate Pass.

They were the figures of Ci Hang Dao Ren, Pu Xian Zhen Ren, and Wen Shu Guang Fa Tian Zun—the three Chan Sect immortals.

“Greetings, brothers and sisters—we’ve come to witness the ceremony,” Ci Hang Dao Ren smiled.

Pu Xian and Wen Shu also bowed with gentle smiles.

These three were, without doubt, the most relaxed and carefree among all Chan Sect inner and outer disciples.

The inner-disciple brothers and sisters all served as Yan Jun across the Zhu Tian Wan Jie, governing entire realms, burdened with ceaseless duties.

The outer-disciple disciples had all become demonic titans, thriving in the Mo Jie as either Demon Kings or Demon Lords.

Everyone, it seemed, had a bright future—and a packed schedule.

Only these three had remained cooped up in Kunlun Mountain’s Yu Xu Palace.

When idle, they listened to the Tian Zun’s sermons, studied Tai Shang’s alchemy, and occasionally joined Xiang Yuchen on jaunts across the Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

Their lives were supremely free, unbound and easy.

“Ci Hang, you’ve finally arrived,” Chi Jing Zi said, gazing at these three immortals who radiated divine grace yet looked utterly “unburdened,” and sighed dramatically:

“Comfort corrupts the immortals!”

“How can you be so idle? Why not let me petition the Tian Di to assign you court duties?”

“Yes yes, Brother Chi Jing Zi speaks truly!” Huang Long, Tai Yi Zhen Ren, and other Yan Jun nodded vigorously, their faces wearing expressions of “envy, jealousy, hatred”—though in truth, they were teasing.

“Hehe, Sister Ci Hang, Brother Pu Xian, Brother Wen Shu—why not come work in our Mo Jie?”

At that moment, beyond the Ghost Gate Pass, dark demonic clouds rolled, malevolent energy surged skyward, vast and overwhelming.

At that moment, outside the Ghost Gate, dark clouds churned and malevolent qi surged to the heavens, vast and overwhelming.

A large group of Chan Sect outer-disciple students, dressed in uniform demon-lord robes, arrived to observe the ceremony.

At their head were the outer-disciple senior brother Fu Zhu and second senior brother Meng Huai.

Meng Huai winked and made faces, staring earnestly at Cihang Dao Ren and enthusiastically promoting:

“Sister Cihang, honestly, with your talent and innate nature, if you’d consider joining our Demon Realm, your future is boundless!”

“Choose any identity you like—Demon Lord, Earth Demon, Ghost Demon, Divine Demon, Succubus… We guarantee excellent benefits and smooth advancement!”

“Go away, Meng Huai, stop talking nonsense.”

Senior brother Fu Zhu pushed his wayward junior away, grumbling:

“What nonsense are you spouting? Sister Cihang is of such stature—pure, solemn, how could she possibly go to the Demon Realm to become a succubus?”

“You rascal, you deserve a beating!”

The other outer-disciple students behind them joined in: “Yes, yes, he deserves a beating!”

“Not just a beating—he should be cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell and relive his past life!”

“The Tai Sha Heavenly Palace—I haven’t returned in ages. I miss it.”

“Hey, don’t say that—I actually miss the days we all sat in prison together.”

At that moment, one Demon Lord said: “Sometimes I even turn my cave back into a hellish state, just to experience it occasionally.”

“Exactly!” This quickly resonated with other Demon Lords, who all admitted they privately reminisced about hell-themed meals.

“The Demon Ancestor speaks truly: Demon means ‘to grind’!”

“What we do is truly combining the unique features of the Underworld with demonic doctrine—this is the proper path to cultivating the Dao.”

“Mm-hmm, that makes sense. So we should help Meng Huai refine himself.”

“Ji ji ji~~” The Dark Demon God and the Light Demon God, hidden among the Demon Lords, shook their heads at their disciples’ remarks.

【A bunch of perverts!】

Only the Chan Sect could produce such terrifyingly deranged disciples.

They were about to push Meng Huai back to their shared holy site with the Youming Sect—the Tai Sha Heavenly Palace.

Yet the usually solemn Cihang Dao Ren gently nodded and said calmly:

“Meng Huai isn’t entirely wrong. The three of us did seriously consider traveling to Mount Sumeru to study the doctrines and cultivation methods of the Demon Sect.”

Wenshu Zhen Ren added: “The Demon Dao is one of the great Dao paths, with its own unique merits. If we can draw analogies, it would benefit our cultivation.”

“But later, due to repeated wars, the matter was put on hold.”

Puxian Zhen Ren also nodded in agreement: “We originally planned to wait until after the war, once the situation stabilized, to make further plans.”

“But then the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou unexpectedly perished, and the Xu Huang Sect Master merged his body with the Dao. The demons all left Mount Sumeru. Now, it’s no longer appropriate for us to visit the Demon Sect.”

“Hey, if you can’t go to the Demon Sect, Senior Brothers and Sisters could consider the newly established Western Sect!” After being saved from punishment, Meng Huai’s eyes darted, instantly thinking of another brilliant idea and enthusiastically suggesting:

“Although our main forces have withdrawn from Mount Sumeru, we left that sect’s mountain gate to the Honghuang Western Recluse Alliance.”

“I hear they’re eager to integrate resources and formally establish a new sect called the ‘Western Sect.’”

“Senior Brothers and Sisters, with your profound cultivation and noble virtue, it would be wonderful for you to visit!”

“Western Sect?”

Upon hearing this, Cihang, Puxian, and Wenshu Zhen Ren exchanged glances, their eyes revealing surprise and curiosity.

The three of them simultaneously pressed their fingers and calculated the Heavenly Mechanism.

Moments later, they opened their eyes almost simultaneously, each wearing a thoughtful smile.

“Thank you, Brother Meng Huai, for guiding us,” Cihang Dao Ren smiled gently.

“We’ve noted this. If fate permits, perhaps one day we’ll go to the West and take a look.”

Wenshu and Puxian also nodded slightly, clearly intrigued.

A grand Underworld reincarnation ceremony had, through Meng Huai’s bluster, led three pure immortals to discover a brand-new “career” path.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

The void of the Underworld trembled.

“It’s begun!”

In the Fengdou Dadian, a massive reincarnation wheel rose.

Countless You light poured like liquid mercury, seeping into every corner of the Underworld.

“Using the reincarnation demon god’s primordial essence as foundation, establish the Honghuang Reincarnation!”

WHOOSH~~

Blood-red moonlight bathed the Underworld; the Earth Dao’s authority fully activated, mobilizing the entire Underworld’s power.

Simultaneously, Xiang Xuanqing summoned the grand power of Honghuang Heaven and Earth.

ZOOM~~

The reincarnation wheel began to turn; a hazy figure gradually coalesced.

“You are… the Heavenly Emperor!”

The massive shadow shuddered violently; the surrounding chaotic currents erupted. A vast, chaotic will began to awaken, filled with endless exhaustion, rage, and confusion.

“Yes!”

Xiang Xuanqing acknowledged it as a matter of course.

Then he drew a small banner from his sleeve and slashed forth a primordial axe-light, shattering the phantom.

The shattered reincarnation runes on the Reincarnation Demon God’s body reassembled and flowed anew.

A pure, supreme force of reincarnation primordial essence erupted, intertwining with the heavenly power Xiang Xuanqing had summoned.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM!”

The entire Underworld shook violently.

Under Xiang Xuanqing’s guidance and the Reincarnation Demon God’s primordial essence, profound changes began in the depths of the Underworld.

“All Heaven and Earth realms must have an underworld, must have a place of reincarnation!” Xiang Xuanqing spoke, and the Dao responded.

The underworlds of countless realms were opened and perfected.

In each world’s underworld, a vast, boundless region was carved out, forming independent netherworld spaces.

Yin Mountain loomed; ghostly cities stood grim and stern.

“Souls entering the netherworld must follow the ‘Yellow Springs Road’!”

In every underworld across the heavens and earth, a dark, endless path appeared out of nowhere, radiating a soul-guiding aura.

Countless tiny specks of light—the newly deceased souls—were drawn in, stepping onto the path involuntarily.

“At the end of the Yellow Springs Road lies the Wangchuan River!”

Wang Chuan’s face lit up; he followed the Earth Dao’s power and rapidly extended his tributaries throughout the myriad realms.

In every underworld, a mighty river surged forth, its waters blood-yellow, howling with mournful winds and wailing spirits.

The river brimmed with power of confusion and forgetting.

“To cross the Wangchuan, one must pass over the Naihe Bridge!”

The Naihe Bridge in the Underworld blazed with radiant light, casting shadows across the myriad realms.

Ancient, weathered stone bridges spanned the Wangchuan, narrow and perilous, with endless oblivion beneath.

Souls stepping onto this bridge saw their past lives like fleeting clouds, reviewed and judged.

“Good and evil receive their due; reincarnation is no illusion. After crossing, one must drink ‘Meng Potang,’ forget all past deeds, and re-enter reincarnation.”

Standing nearby, Meng Wu You was deeply moved; a sudden insight struck her. She took a thread of dream primordial essence and infused it into the banks of the Wangchuan River.

Countless dreamlike specks drifted gently, spreading across the myriad realms, merging with the Wangchuan’s banks.

From then on, beside every underworld’s Wangchuan River, a faint female figure in plain white robes appeared silently, her face blurred.

In her hand, she held a bowl, beginning to brew a soup that erased all memories.

Then Xiang Xuanqing spoke again.

“At the head of the Naihe Bridge, on the Wangxiang Terrace, the Three Lives Stone stands, and the Sin Mirror hangs high, revealing one’s past life.”

The Three Lives Stone in Wang Chuan’s sleeve flew out.

The Sin Mirror in Qi Fei Tian Gong also began projecting across the myriad realms.

“In the place of reincarnation, a ‘Reincarnation Wheel’ must be established, to guide the beings of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity!”

Xiang Xuanqing pointed, and the Purple Reincarnation Lotus emitted boundless light, merging with the wheel’s power.

The reincarnation wheel turned slowly, naturally forming three deep holes, corresponding to Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.

As the reincarnation wheels across the myriad realms took shape, the framework of universal reincarnation was preliminarily established.

Immediately after the reincarnation order across the myriad realms was completed, countless reincarnation lights rose along the River of Time, converging toward the Honghuang Underworld.

“The Honghuang Great Reincarnation shall emerge today!”

All great beings across the Honghuang Three Realms felt it at once, turning their gaze toward the Underworld.

They sensed a new, complete order forming—the missing piece of Heaven and Earth was being restored.

Xiang Xuanqing watched it all with satisfaction; the Earth Dao grew stronger and more complete through the establishment of reincarnation.

The forces of Heaven and Earth began to balance.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Reincarnation was established; the Earth Dao perfected; Heaven Dao celebrated.

Boundless merit swirled around Heaven and Earth.

This merit was the 【Yin Virtue】 bestowed by the Supreme Yin Lord.

“Good!”

Xiang Xuanqing nodded, and boundless Yin De descended.

Seven-tenths went to the gods of Hong Huang and You Ming, three-tenths to the underworld deities of all heavens and myriad worlds.

The spirits and ghost immortals all rejoiced.

The You Ming underworld was truly the place with the best benefits and treatment across all heavens and myriad worlds.

Not only were there many upward channels, but even their own great lord led the organization in generating performance.

Every time the great lord took action, it meant the entire You Ming system could benefit and gain new perks.

“The immortal faction’s welfare immortals are just for show—real benefits come from our Great Emperor!”

“Exactly, exactly!”

“Praise the You Ming Great Emperor!”

“Praise the You Ming Great Emperor!”

Kai Ming Mountain, Pan Gu Hall.

Hou Tu silently accepted the You Ming welfare.

She hadn’t done a single day’s work—yet she still received benefits?

As a You Ming reserve, Hou Tu felt unworthy of it.

【But even though the Hong Huang reincarnation system has been established, why do I still feel something’s off?】

Hou Tu silently gazed toward the Blood Sea, 【Logically, reincarnation should encompass all beings of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity—this should be correct.】

【But…】

After a moment’s thought, Hou Tu extended a finger and drew through the void, retrieving a scroll—the “Six Paths Reincarnation Scripture.”

This was what she had cultivated from her insight into the Original Reincarnation Dao.

“Why do I feel the Six Paths Reincarnation is perfect?”

Hou Tu flipped through her own scripture, then looked at the current Hong Huang Three Paths Reincarnation.

A deep, uncomfortable unease—hard to articulate—lingered in Hou Tu’s heart.

“If I am not wrong, then the You Ming Great Emperor is wrong!”

A thought surfaced in Hou Tu’s mind.

She was startled by this thought of hers.

The You Ming Great Emperor was still very powerful; at least his path through the Dao was higher and farther than hers.

“But he does not seem to specialize in the Reincarnation Dao.”

Hou Tu reconsidered: “I am the Master of Reincarnation—I should trust myself!”

“The Three Paths Reincarnation is wrong; the Six Paths Reincarnation is right!”

Hou Tu held fast to her true heart, and her thoughts instantly cleared.

“But… but this imperfect reincarnation… it’s so agonizing, aaaaaah!”

In Pan Gu Hall, a vast tide of resentment rose.

“Can’t the Great Emperor just put in a little effort?”

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