Chapter 46: Houtu Condenses the Primordial Spirit

Hearing Bai Jing's words, Houtu's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Were the Monster race unable to sit still any longer?

Houtu had always known that her brothers held unique expectations for her.

During the first sermon at the Zixiao Palace, although her brothers said nothing aloud, they harbored deep vigilance toward the saint Hongjun in their hearts.

Otherwise, they would not have immediately entered secluded cultivation right after the conclusion of the first lecture at Zixiao Palace, successfully breaking through to the sixth revolution of the Mysterious Art one after another.

And after the second lecture at Zixiao Palace, Houtu learned even further that the Dao preached by Hongjun was simply not suitable for the Wu race.

Fortunately, at that time, the Wu race had Bai Jing as an ally. With Bai Jing's help, the Wu race mapped out their future path and placed all their bets on the Earth Realm.

Yet, when all was said and done, the Primordial World still respected strength above all. Her brothers eagerly anticipated the emergence of a saint within the Wu race who could rival Hongjun.

Without a doubt, her brothers had pinned their hopes entirely on her. After all, according to fellow Daoist Bai Jing's words, she was the only one among the twelve Ancestral Witches with the potential to give birth to a primordial spirit.

Now, fellow Daoist Bai Jing had even helped secure the Innate Undying Spiritual Light. Houtu knew that as long as she utilized this strand of spiritual light, she would undoubtedly be able to condense her very own primordial spirit.

With a primordial spirit, the speed at which she comprehended the Law of Samsara would inevitably accelerate tremendously. At present, Houtu had already mastered fifty percent of the Great Dao of Samsara.

Such rapid comprehension astonished even Houtu herself, primarily because the affinity between the Great Dao of Samsara and her was exceptionally high. If she possessed a primordial spirit and were given another two to three epochs of time, she should be able to rely on her own comprehension to completely master the Great Dao of Samsara and attain the Dao as a Primordial Golden Immortal of Hunyuan.

And this was precisely what her brothers longed for.

Thinking of this, Houtu hesitated no longer and grasped that strand of Innate Undying Spiritual Light in her palm.

The moment the spiritual light entered her body, Houtu began guiding it into her sea of consciousness, allowing it to slowly merge with her unique spiritual true nature.

Meanwhile, while Houtu was condensing her primordial spirit, over at the Monster race, Di Jun learned that all the members and Ancestral Witches of the Wu race had returned to Mount Buzhou, and immediately summoned the high-ranking demon lords of the Monster race to discuss matters.

After nearly twenty thousand years of recuperation, Di Jun's Dao injuries were almost entirely healed. Furthermore, due to the elimination of the Celestial Court, the Monster race had gathered a massive amount of destiny, which propelled Di Jun's cultivation to an even higher level, breaking through to the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi walked the path of proving the Dao through sheer strength. Even with the destiny of the Monster race, his lack of adequate comprehension of the laws prevented him from breaking through. However, this did not mean Eastern Emperor Taiyi had made no progress; his strength was considerably greater than it had been when the Celestial Court was destroyed.

As for Fuxi, after many years of seclusion, he had already slain his second corpse and stepped into the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

The three Monster Emperors had advanced tremendously in strength, coupled with Kunpeng—who had obtained massive merit by creating the demon script and had likewise slain his second corpse, breaking through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

The top ten demon sages of the Monster race had all successfully slain their corpses with the aid of the destiny annexed from the Celestial Court, stepping into the realm of Quasi-Saints.

Today's Monster race boasted one late-stage Quasi-Saint, three mid-stage Quasi-Saints, and ten early-stage Quasi-Saints. Possessing such formidable high-end combat power, in the eyes of the Monster race members, the Wu race was merely a colony of ants that could be crushed with a flip of the hand.

Therefore, upon learning that the Ancestral Witches of the Wu race had all returned to the Pangu Hall, the demon lords of the Monster race decided to dispatch troops against the Wu race with almost zero hesitation.

Di Jun laughed heartily and said, "Very well! As expected of the fine lads of my Monster race! Then muster our troops and generals, recall all clan members currently campaigning outside, and then follow this Emperor to flatten the Wu race!"

Di Jun failed to notice that after he issued this command, a layer of gloom shrouded the golden dragon of destiny belonging to the Heavenly Court, faintly intertwined with a trace of the aura of a great tribulation.

Unawares, a hundred years slipped by in the blink of an eye.

Ever since she and her brother joined the Monster race, Nüwa had never set foot within the ancestral lands of the Wu race again.

Now, seeing that the Monster race army was about to strike, Nüwa finally arranged a meeting with Xuanming.

Standing at the foot of Mount Buzhou once more after many years, Nüwa's first sensation was profound discomfort throughout her entire body. The foot of Mount Buzhou at this moment was drastically different from her previous visit.

The air was not only permeated with the unique baleful aura of the Wu race, but an intangible grey-black aura of tribulation was also winding through it.

Nüwa sighed. This divine mountain that propped up the Primordial heavens and earth would soon be reduced to the main battlefield of the impending war between the Wu and the Monster races. Once this war erupted, the tribulation aura here would undoubtedly multiply countless times over!

"Nüwa, why are you sighing again? For an entire epoch now, every time I see you, you are sighing."

Hearing Xuanming's voice echo by her ear, Nüwa reined in her emotions, turned her head toward Xuanming, and said, "Xuanming, is your Wu race truly unwilling to take even a single step back?"

Xuanming remained silent, merely shaking her head.

Xuanming's attitude was so resolute that it reminded Nüwa of the scene a hundred years prior when she asked her own brother whether the Monster race was unwilling to step back.

At that time, her brother had likewise shaken his head firmly.

In that instant, Nüwa knew that the war between the Wu and the Monster races was already inevitable.

"Nüwa, I know you have always wanted to prevent the war between the two clans, but under the current circumstances, I'm afraid you cannot stop it."

"Xuanming, I hope the day will never come when we meet as enemies on the battlefield with blades drawn." With that, she transformed into a beam of escaping light and returned to her own Daoist sanctuary.

Xuanming smiled faintly. Truth be told, she rather looked forward to having a fight with her best friend.

Shifting the gaze back to Pangu Hall, Houtu, who had been dormant for a hundred years, abruptly opened her eyes. A divine light burst forth from her gaze, and her entire aura grew increasingly ethereal and transcendent.

Bai Jing flickered his wrist, and a Pill of Nine Revolutions materialized in his palm. These golden pills had been acquired by Bai Jing from Laozi during the third lecture at Zixiao Palace in exchange for mineral ores infused with chaotic Qi, totaling three pills.

With a flick of Bai Jing's finger, the Pill of Nine Revolutions flew toward Houtu's side.

Houtu did not stand on ceremony; she caught the golden pill and swallowed it.

In a flash, Houtu completed the gathering of the three flowers at the crown and the circulation of the five qi toward the origin.

Pausing for merely a split second, Houtu's three flowers bloomed sequentially.

The remaining Ancestral Witches and Bai Jing all gazed fixedly at Houtu's three flowers.

First-rank, second-rank... without any pause whatsoever, they climbed all the way to eight blooming ranks.

After the flowers reached eight ranks, Houtu manifested her true form.

Houtu was transformed from the blood essence of Pangu, an absolute orthodox descendant of Pangu; how could eight blooming ranks possibly be her limit?

The moment her true form manifested, Houtu's flowers bloomed to the ninth rank, and a formidable wave of magical power swept across the entire Pangu Hall.

"Hahaha! Little Sister has succeeded!" Zhurong shouted with a hearty laugh.

The remaining Ancestral Witches all wore smiles on their faces as well.

Bai Jing likewise revealed a smile. With this, he could consider half of the karmic debt he owed to the Great God Pangu repaid.

Houtu had condensed her own primordial spirit. Even if Houtu were still to transform into the Samsara in the future, her personal consciousness would not vanish, nor would the predicament of Houtu ceasing to be a Wu ever occur.

Possessing a primordial spirit meant she could bear the massive merits resulting from transforming into the Samsara. At the very least, she would become a merit-based saint akin to Nüwa, and naturally, she would no longer be indefinitely confined to the Underworld, unable to leave.

With a saint like Houtu present, the Wu race secured a fallback option. Following this, Bai Jing's other strategic plots could be deployed even more unscrupulously.