The heavens: pushing across all realms

The light flowed, and the sounds of countless birds and animals came from the reincarnation channel.

Everyone seemed to be urging Feng Ji to go over.

Feng Ji turned a deaf ear and followed Hou Yi.

The bloody magic weapon in Hou Yi's hand stirred and wandered in the passage.

Feng Ji asked: "Fellow Taoist Hou Yi, can this treasure find the true identity of Empress Houtu?"

Hou Yi nodded slightly and said: "This is a magic weapon that Empress Houtu personally refined back then. Although it is not a top spiritual treasure, it still contains the essence and blood of Empress Houtu. It can lead us to find Empress Houtu. "

Feng Ji nodded slightly and didn't say much at the moment, but just followed closely.

Not long after, the blood-colored magic weapon suddenly started to vibrate, then changed its direction and stabbed towards the light wall of the reincarnation channel.

Poof!

The wall of light immediately cracked, and the magic weapon was instantly submerged into it.

Hou Yi was overjoyed and immediately said: "Here, follow quickly!"

He punched out!

boom!

Suddenly, the entire barrier of the reincarnation channel vibrated and roared, and the cracked hole suddenly expanded, revealing a huge gap.

Hou Yi immediately strode into it.

Feng Ji followed immediately and penetrated through the gap.

As soon as he entered this gap, he immediately felt bursts of wild and ancient aura coming from all around.

But he saw a huge piece of land floating in the boundless void.

On the land, there is a desolate temple standing on it.

At the entrance of the temple is a huge statue.

The statue has a human body and a snake tail, seven hands behind its back, two hands on its chest, and a flying snake in its hands.

"Empress Houtu!"

When Hou Yi saw the statue, he immediately showed excitement and shouted loudly.

He strode forward and knelt down to the statue.

Feng Ji stood behind and did not kowtow.

However, he saw that the bloody magic weapon did not stop in front of the statue, but flew straight into the temple.

When Hou Yi saw this, he immediately got up and said, "Follow me quickly."

Feng Ji sensed that there seemed to be no life in the temple, and there was no danger.

He immediately strode to catch up, and the two of them stepped directly into the temple.

The dust inside the temple seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time. There was an altar in the center, which was enshrined with small sculptures similar to the huge ones outside.

There was no incense in the incense burner, and there was very little incense ashes left in it.

"Fellow Taoist Hou Yi, have you sensed the aura of Empress Houtu?" Feng Ji asked.

Hou Yi frowned, shook his head slightly and said, "Not yet. Since there is a temple for Empress Houtu here, there should be someone suitable."

Feng Ji swept around and said, "This place is covered with dust. There must have been no priests for a long time. By the way, where is the magic weapon?"

Hou Yi quickly looked at the bloody magic weapon, but saw that the blood magic weapon flew into the hands of the statue of Empress Houtu.

As the bloody light on it flickered, there seemed to be no other abnormalities.

Hou Yi frowned: "This magical weapon is not enough to awaken Empress Houtu. I will use the secret method of the witch clan and ask fellow Taoists to protect me."

Feng Ji nodded: "Okay."

Hou Yi immediately sat cross-legged, his energy and blood boiling, and he suddenly flicked his fingers.

Suddenly, a few drops of blood spurted towards the statue on his fingertips.

At the same time, he was chanting some spell rapidly.

The next moment, a heavy buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the entire temple. On the altar, a large amount of energy and blood suddenly gathered, and in the blink of an eye, a bloody incense line formed.

The incense was three fingers thick. A few drops of Hou Yi's essence and blood fell on it. The incense immediately ignited and emitted bursts of blood mist. As it evaporated, it was slowly inhaled into the nose of the thick earth statue.

As the blood energy entered the statue's nose, a huge will suddenly seemed to slowly descend.

Feng Ji sensed this will and couldn't help but be horrified.

This majestic will is like a vast river, so vast that even my own Golden Immortal-level Yuan Shen feels trembling!

He quickly circulated his energy and blood, and the law of power at the level of the ancestral witch wrapped around his body, protecting his soul, and he suddenly felt that all the strange phenomena around him became fainter.

Feng Ji looked up at the statue, only to see that the statue seemed to be resurrected at this moment.

The statue with a human head and a snake body had a pair of eyes that glowed with divine light.

"Who woke me up?"

The statue suddenly spoke, and it was a woman's voice, but it was not just a woman's voice, it seemed like countless women's voices gathered together to make a strange sound.

In this voice, there is the aging voice of an old woman, the babbling immature voice of a girl, and the silver bell-like voice of a young girl.

Such a weird scene made Hou Yi stunned for a moment, not to mention Feng Ji.

He quickly came to his senses and shouted: "Mother Houtu, I am Hou Yi of Shangqiu."

"Shangqiu Houyi?"

The thick-earth statue murmured in confusion, as if he didn't remember the name.

Hou Yi quickly said: "Don't you remember Hou Yi who shot the nine golden crows? During the Lich War, I ambushed the Donghuang's ten sons in the Demon Court on the orders of my master, and killed nine of them. But, you also praised me highly and said that I have the qualifications of an ancestral shaman."

"Lich War..."

The thick earth statue murmured, seeming to be remembering something.

Feng Ji listened on the sidelines, only to hear that the various complicated sounds in the statue continued to recede, and the sounds became more and more pure and unified.

"Witch...Witch clan...Hou Yi...shooting the sun..."

The statue seemed to gradually wake up, and its voice finally formed into a woman's voice in her thirties, saying: "So it's you."

"Empress Houtu, you have remembered!"

Hou Yi was overjoyed and smiled.

He recognized this voice, it was the voice of Empress Houtu!

The thick-earth statue's eyes softened and he sighed: "The Lich War... was already tens of thousands of years ago. I didn't expect that the Wu Clan still had a great witch. Hou Yi, how is the Wu Clan doing now?"

Hou Yi's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he choked up and said: "Since all the ancestral witches and the Demon Court died together, and the witch clan has completely withdrawn from the ancient world, it is rare for even a great witch to appear, let alone another ancestral witch. See."

"We are the only ones left who are living on the last breath, hiding here and there for fear of being discovered by the human and demon tribes."

Houtu suddenly showed a puzzled look in his eyes: "Two tribes of humans and demons? I can understand the feud between the demon tribe and the witch tribe. What is the relationship between the human race and my witch tribe? Why did they arrest the strong man of the witch tribe?"

Hou Yi said: "You don't know something. After the Lich War, the demon clan was also severely weakened. Instead, the human race created by Nuwa became prosperous. Now in the prehistoric era, the world of the human race is already under the control. The three Qing Dynasties each preach their own religion and seize the merits." , accumulated luck, now even the Heavenly Court has been re-established, and the Lord of the Heavenly Court is the golden boy beside Dao Ancestor Hongjun."

Houtu was suddenly speechless. She had been sleeping for too long, and the changes in the outside world were so great that she was dizzy.

Hou Yi couldn't help but asked: "Empress Houtu, do you really not care about the Wu clan?"

Houtu came back to his senses, glanced at Hou Yi, and said: "The battle between the lich and the witches has injured too many witches. We have committed serious sins. Although we are lucky enough to survive, we still have to be punished. Zhu Jiuyin and I have become one person." In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, if one person guards the northwest land, he is accumulating merit."

"The Witch Clan... can no longer return to the prehistoric times."

Hou Yi was depressed, crying in grief, and suddenly said: "I am not willing to accept it. Our witch clan is transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu. We are the true orthodoxy of Pangu, the lord of heaven and earth!"

"You don't care about the Witch Clan, I can't!"

"The glory of the Witch Clan in the past will be sustained by me!"

Hou Yi roared, his heart was agitated, and his will was soaring to the sky. At this moment, the law of force that he had been unable to break through for a long time suddenly broke through at this moment!

boom!

The law of force in his body directly reaches the middle level and reaches the final level in one fell swoop!

The energy and blood in the body are rushing like the sea, roaring and stirring.

Houtu on the opposite side was suddenly surprised. Seeing this scene, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of approval.

She thought for a while and said, "Although I can't continue to protect the Wu Clan, you can, Hou Yi, the future of the Wu Clan lies with you."

After saying that, she suddenly waved her hand gently, and the bloody magic weapon whimpered and flew backwards towards Hou Yi.

Hou Yi subconsciously jumped into the air and grabbed the magic weapon.

But I heard Houtu say: "This blood spirit hairpin was used when I was in the realm of the great witch. Since you brought it here, it is the destiny between you and me. I will use the twelve capitals of the gods and demons, as well as the magical powers of the ancestral witch. The Dharma and cultivation experience are all recorded in it, go back."

Hou Yi couldn't help but asked: "What about you?"

"I have transformed into reincarnation and supported the six paths. My consciousness has transformed into thousands of things and wandered through countless channels."

Houtu smiled and said: "Our witch clan cannot go far without cultivating the soul. After the ancestral witches, there is no way out."

"Hou Yi, you must follow the path of the ancestral witch and prove the Tao with your strength. Without the law of chaos, you will never be able to move forward. Your soul must also cultivate."

"This is my way."

After saying that, she suddenly blew a breath.

In an instant, the bloody incense on the altar collapsed.

A large amount of qi and blood poured into Hou Yi's body. In an instant, the qi and blood in Hou Yi's body surged, and the law of force seemed to be complete again.

Hou Yi held the Blood Spirit Hairpin in a daze and looked at the darkened thick earth statue. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Feng Ji had been standing not far away. From the beginning to the end, the rich lady didn't even look at him.

Because he had restrained his aura and used the art of transformation, cause and effect were not with him. Even Empress Houtu could not see through his depth and actually ignored him.

Houtu ignored him, but he did not ignore this former ancestral wizard.

From the conversation between the other party and Hou Yi just now, he already understood it clearly.

The reason why the thick soil turned into six realms of reincarnation was to accumulate merit and offset the killing karma caused by the lich war that year.

Secondly, the other party seems to be using the Six Paths of Reincarnation to temper the soul and practice the way of the soul.

It seems that after the Lich War, this former ancestral witch also understood that this path of witch cultivation has too obvious flaws.

Don’t cultivate your soul!

Compared with the way of the soul, Daluo Jinxian can kill three corpses and become a saint.

But the ancestral witches are the end of the witch clan's cultivation. Without the Law of Chaos, the perfection of the Law of Power is the end of the peak.

In today's prehistoric world, it is more difficult to find the Law of Chaos than to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

All the Chaos Spiritual Treasures have degenerated into Innate Spiritual Treasures.

The ancestral witches do not cultivate their souls. Even if they obtain innate spiritual treasures, they cannot refine them, let alone obtain the laws of chaos.

The law of chaos in the innate spirit treasure must be broken, which is definitely different from the complete law of chaos contained in the chaos spirit treasure.

Therefore, for the ancestral witches, the path of the Law of Chaos is already a dead end.

Houtu has given up on this path, and she is already practicing the way of the soul.

Within the Law of Six Paths, countless creatures come and go. For her, this is a good opportunity to continuously refine her soul.

The world is vast and there are countless disasters. What place is more suitable for tempering the soul than here?

Hou Yi had obviously figured this out. At this moment, he was holding the inheritance of the ancestral witches, and he couldn't help but see deep despair in his eyes.

Is the realm of ancestral witches the end of the witch clan’s path of cultivation?

Feng Ji walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said, "Fellow Taoist Hou Yi, according to the agreement, you need to lend me a look at this inheritance."

Hou Yi was stunned, turned to look at Feng Ji, and said: "Do you still want to practice the inheritance of the witch clan? Didn't you hear what Empress Houtu said? This road is already a dead end."

Feng Ji just smiled: "Beyond the Ancestral Witch, one needs to understand the Law of Chaos. Nowadays, there is no complete Law of Chaos to understand. But don't forget, I was once a Golden Immortal."

"The great catastrophe of becoming a god is just around the corner. I need to improve my protection methods. The magical powers and secrets of the ancestral witch realm are enough for me to compete with Daluo Jinxian. I need these magical powers to pave the way for my soul."

Hou Yi was suddenly stunned, and then he remembered that the person in front of him was different from him.

This is an out-and-out human monk. He has taken the path of the soul from the beginning, and has already reached the Golden Immortal realm.

The other party wants to inherit the witch clan, but they are not really aiming to cross the realm of ancestral witches.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Is it true that we can only take the path of Yuanshen?"

He handed the blood spirit hairpin to Feng Ji and allowed Feng Ji to imprint the ancestral witch inheritance in it.

While Feng Ji recorded the inheritance of the ancestral witches and reproduced the formations of the twelve gods and demons, he said at the same time: "The Dao of Yuanshen is the mainstream of today's spiritual practice. Fellow Taoist Hou Yi, you already have the combat power of the great witch realm. It’s not difficult to convert to the Dao of Yuanshen, so why bother with it?”

Hou Yi couldn't help but said: "If I turn to the Dao of Yuanshen, will I... still be a witch?"

The Wu clan prides itself on cultivating the physical body and regards the goal of attaining the Tao through strength.

Transforming into spiritual cultivation and giving up the physical body, is this really still the path of the witch clan?

Feng Ji patted his shoulder, returned the Blood Spirit Hairpin to him, and said: "Why should you be obsessed with any kind of Tao? No matter the Wu Clan's way of physical sanctification or the way of the soul, to me, it can Continuous transcendence and continuous improvement are my ways.”

"Fellow Taoist Hou Yi, let's just say goodbye."

After saying that, Feng Ji turned around and with a casual stroke, the reincarnation passage was torn apart immediately. His figure swayed and he stepped out easily.

Following the animal path against the current, Feng Ji returned to the reincarnation platform.

On the reincarnation stage, the ghost guard guarding the reincarnation stage was stunned with fear.

He has never seen anyone throw themselves into the reincarnation channel and then come back.

Feng Ji glanced at him and asked, "Where is the Blood Sea and the River Styx?"

The ghost subconsciously pointed to the northwest and said: "Thirty thousand miles northwest from here."

Feng Ji's figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

The ghost immediately collapsed, sat on the ground and murmured: "What kind of god is this? It actually reverses the cycle of reincarnation. This... this great catastrophe has just begun, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out."