Chapter 1384: Chapter 606: Entering the Underworld, Reuniting with Houtu! (Part 2)

Houtu heard the words, was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly, "That’s good."

She turned to Zhao Feng, cupped her hand in salute, "Daoist, your actions not only saved her but also saved my Witch Clan."

"This kindness will be remembered by all my Witch Clan."

Although Houtu had transformed into the cycle of reincarnation and could not take a single step out of the Underworld, she was not entirely ignorant of external affairs.

She knew clearly that over these years, if it weren’t for Qin’s protection, her clansmen left in the Primordial wilderness might have long perished under the dual reckoning of the Heavenly Dao and Tribulation Qi.

Zhao Feng waved his hand and said, "Daoist, you overestimate me, we are allies after all."

"By the way, Daoist, would you like to see the current Witch Clan?"

Houtu’s body shook, and she trembled as she said, "Is it possible?"

How could she not want to see the Witch Clan?

They are her clansmen, her children!

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, raised his hand, and the Tian Xuan Mirror appeared out of thin air, hanging in mid-air.

On the mirror’s surface, brilliance flowed.

Uncertainly flashing runes sparkled with mystique, and an invisible force instantly crossed endless space to locate the coordinates of the Northern Continent.

Northern Continent, the former site of Pangu Hall.

A new command tent filled with iron and blood and murderous intent had been erected.

Jiufeng, clad in dark battle armor, was facing a huge sand table and discussing military training matters with Bai Ze.

Suddenly,

A ripple in the void occurred before her, and an ancient copper mirror emerged out of thin air.

Both Jiufeng and Bai Ze were startled, but upon seeing it was the Tian Xuan Mirror, they immediately calmed down.

Jiufeng respectfully saluted and spoke, "Your Highness is looking for us, what instructions do you have?"

However,

On the mirror’s surface, light and shadow changed, revealing not Zhao Feng, but a figure deeply familiar to her soul, yet unfamiliar after countless primordial meetings.

That figure, compassionate, benevolent, gentle, yet carrying the supreme awe that suppresses the entire Netherworld Underworld.

Upon seeing that figure, Jiufeng, a decisive Great Witch commanding millions of Witch Clans, froze entirely, her command arrow dropping to the ground with a "clatter."

Her eyes instantly turned red.

That straight spine could not help but tremble at this moment.

"Thunk!"

Jiufeng knelt down heavily, performing the most ancient and solemn ceremony of the Witch Clan to the figure in the Tian Xuan Mirror.

Her voice choked, using all her strength to shout: "Ancestral Witch above!"

"Jiufeng pays homage to Houtu Ancestral Witch!"

That cry of "Ancestral Witch" carried endless years of longing and grievance.

In the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Houtu looked at the weeping Jiufeng kneeling in the mirror, long gone from her youthful appearance, and her eyes quietly moistened.

She reached out as if trying to pass through the mirror to touch this younger generation of hers.

But ultimately, it turned into a sigh, "Silly child, get up quickly."

"Ancestral Witch!" Jiufeng cried like rain, yet still didn’t rise, trembling as she said: "To see you again, Jiufeng... Jiufeng would die without regret!"

Houtu too felt a pang of sorrow in her heart and gently inquired, "My Witch Clan, are they well now?"

Jiufeng quickly wiped away her tears, and recounted the current situation of the Witch Clan in detail.

From their initial struggle to survive in the cold land of the Northern Continent, to later submitting to Qin, purifying the evil qi with Human Dao’s fortune, and now the clan’s proliferation, greatly increasing in strength, rebuilding their main camp on the Northern Continent, restoring their former glory.

She spoke in great detail, clearly explaining how Qin protected the Witch Clan, how the Crown Prince planned for the Witch Clan.

Houtu listened quietly.

Upon hearing that her clansmen no longer suffered from the corrosion of evil qi, upon hearing that the bloodline of the Witch Clan could continue, even more prosperous than in ancient times, she finally revealed a heartfelt smile on her compassionate face.

"Good, good..."

Houtu repeated two good words, put away the Mystic Sky Mirror, and deeply saluted Zhao Feng beside her: "Daoist great grace, I, have nothing to repay."

Zhao Feng quickly stopped her, smiling: "Daoist, you overestimate me, we are allies, there’s no need to be so formal."

"Moreover, you have granted me the Tunnel Authority, such great kindness I will never forget."

"Furthermore, I bear Pangu’s bloodline, protecting the Witch Clan is my duty, no need for more words."

Houtu smiled involuntarily upon hearing the words "Pangu bloodline."

Indeed.

The person before her is a successor of the Father God’s bloodline.

There exists an unbreakable cause and effect between him and the Witch Clan.

Beside them, Zhao Wu listened to the conversation between Zhao Feng and Houtu Ancestral Witch, causing tumultuous waves in his heart.

Tunnel Authority!

Pangu bloodline!

He only knew his father was unfathomable, yet didn’t expect such earth-shattering secrets were hidden behind.

Zhao Feng didn’t continue this topic but changed the subject, saying: "I came here today, apart from informing you of Nuwa Daoist’s matters, there is another cause and effect I wish to resolve with you."

Houtu was slightly startled and asked, "Daoist, what do you mean?"

Zhao Feng didn’t keep her guessing, laughed: "Daoist, do you remember when I first came to the Underworld, I said perhaps in the future, there is hope for you to reunite with your brothers?"

Boom!

Upon hearing this, Houtu could no longer remain calm, her body trembled and she was full of excitement: "Daoist... you... you mean it?"

During the Witch Demon War, Houtu transformed into reincarnation, causing the Twelve Ancestor Witches to be unable to deploy the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods and Demons Array, leading to mutual destruction with the Demon Clan.

All eleven Ancestor Witches died in battle.

This was her eternal pain!

Even though she was a Saint, it was still an unredeemable regret!

Since she transformed into reincarnation, she had countless times mobilized the entire strength of the Earth Dao, searching through the endless River of Reincarnation for her brothers’ True Spirits.

But the result was nothing.

They died under the Calamity, their True Spirits long eroded by Heaven and Earth’s evil qi, completely scattered in the Primordial Heaven and Earth, leaving no trace.

She thought that in this lifetime and world, there would be no chance to meet them again.

Yet now, Zhao Feng gave her hope!

Zhao Feng saw her so out of form, but wasn’t surprised at all, and calmly nodded, "Naturally true. I never speak loosely."

Getting the affirmative answer, Houtu quickly stepped forward, urgently asked: "Daoist... have you found a method? No matter what method! No matter what cost must be paid! As long as they can return, I... I’m willing to do anything!"

Zhao Wu was beside them, watching this scene, didn’t dare breathe heavily.

He never imagined that this legendary compassionate Houtu Ancestral Witch, who suppresses the Netherworld, would have such an expression of true emotion.

Zhao Feng allowed her to hold onto him, still calm.

He knew exactly how much of an impact this was for Houtu, and slowly spoke: "Daoist, don’t rush."

"This matter, though hopeful, is extremely difficult, requiring our joint efforts to have a slim chance of success."

Houtu took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions, released her grip, and bowed deeply to Zhao Feng: "Please, Daoist, teach me!"

Zhao Feng didn’t keep her waiting, raised his hand and waved.

Buzz!

In the void, brilliance flowed.

Eleven jade bottles, entirely white and surrounded by chaotic aura, appeared out of nowhere, quietly floating in mid-air.

Each jade bottle had a mysterious sealing rune attached to it, isolating internal and external aura.

Houtu’s gaze was instantly drawn to these eleven jade bottles.

With her eyesight, she could naturally tell that these jade bottles themselves were extraordinary innate spiritual objects.

But what truly moved her heart and spirit was the origin aura from within the jade bottles, faintly familiar to her soul!

Houtu’s voice trembled again, "This... this is..."

Zhao Feng raised his hand and unlocked the seal on one of the jade bottles.

Boom!

A dominant golden aura, seemingly capable of tearing through space and penetrating all things, surged out of the bottle’s mouth!

A drop of golden blood slowly flew out from the jade bottle, floating in the air.

That drop of blood seemed to contain a complete space world, with every pulse causing the surrounding void to warp and fold.

Houtu exclaimed in shock: "It’s Emperor Jiang’s spatial origin!"

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