Investiture of the Gods Xiao Sheng, the Poor Taoist Priest, Even Rogue Cultivators Have Human Rights

137 The secluded path to the underworld, the gates of hell, the homesickness of the fairyland, the a137 The mysterious path to the underworld, the gates of hell, the homesickness of the fairyland, the ancient wizard - Xingtian!
Compared to Master Tongtian’s confusion, in the distant western realm, the two venerables, Zhunti and Jie Yin, sensed the unusual movements in the underworld, and there was a glimmer of joy in their eyes.

In the era when Hou Tu was still alive, they didn’t even dare to covet even a single step into the underworld.

However, now that Hou Tu has woken up early, her life span will be greatly reduced. I am afraid that she will die completely in a short time. At that time, it will be a good opportunity for them to invade the underworld.

In the underworld, endless merit power is gathering every moment. Once the key positions therein are controlled, it will undoubtedly bring infinite benefits to the Western religion.

”It is unknown why Hou Tu chose to wake up at this time. This is really foolish. If she wakes up now, it is estimated that within 500 years, her soul will be completely wiped out by the six reincarnations.” Jie Yin, who usually has a sad face, actually smiled at this moment.

“When Hou Tu dies, it will be the time for us to enter the underworld. By then, all the infinite merits in the underworld will belong to us two.” A sharp light also flashed across the depths of Zhunti’s eyes.

At the same time, in the Yuxu Palace on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun’s gaze penetrated layers of space and stared at the underworld, and then a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

”It seems that the Wu Clan has no soul after all, only flesh and blood. They are indeed ignorant people. They have survived through so much hardship until now, but they have ruined their lives by waking up too early. It is really ridiculous.”

As one of the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi Tianzun was the most arrogant and conceited. He believed that he was descended from Pangu’s original spirit and was the legitimate descendant, and he always looked down on the Wu clan. However, the Wu clan was powerful and feared the world. Even Yuanshi Tianzun, who had already achieved enlightenment at that time, was still a little afraid of the Wu clan’s Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

This complex mentality troubled Yuanshi Tianzun for a long time. Now that he saw that the last ancestor witch Hou Tu was about to fall, he felt much more relieved, and the pent-up depression in the past also dissipated.

On the Shouyang Mountain, the holy land of the human race, Taiqing Laozi looked indifferent and detached, with no sadness or joy on his face, as if he had already turned into the emotionless incarnation of the Great Dao. He glanced indifferently in the direction of the Netherworld Blood Sea, then retracted his gaze and whispered, ”Death is inevitable, what’s the point of struggling?”

”It’s just a pity that now I am the leader of the Humanitarian Sect, enjoying the good fortune of the human race, but I cannot get involved in the good fortune of the underworld. I can only let Zhunti and Jieyin pick up the leaks.”

After saying this, Lao Tzu closed his eyes again and devoted himself to practicing and comprehending the mysteries of the Great Dao.

In the Wa Palace outside the thirty-three heavens, Nuwa opened her eyes, looked towards the underworld, and could not help but sigh softly: ”Even the last ancestor witch is about to fall.”

In the past, she had a close friendship with Xuanming and Houtu from the Wu clan. However, when a catastrophe broke out between the Wu and Lich clans, Houtu sacrificed herself and turned into reincarnation, and the Wu clan was destroyed.

To this day, even Hou Tu’s spirit cannot escape the fate of complete extinction.

”How many invincible heroes who once shook the world have been drowned by one catastrophe after another?” Nuwa sighed softly. Although she had already attained the saintly way, transcended life and death, and was eternally immortal, she still felt endless emotion in her heart.

When the ancient Hou Tu woke up from her slumber, the entire prehistoric world changed color in an instant, and millions of living beings were deeply shocked. Even the evil spirit of the endless calamity seemed to become more dignified.

Almost all living beings are not optimistic about Hou Tu. They believe that this premature awakening will only waste her life essence and even accelerate her fate of destruction.