Chapter 883 - 541: Manifestation of the Rules of Death, Netherworld Reincarnation_2

Chapter 883: Chapter 541: Manifestation of the Rules of Death, Netherworld Reincarnation_2

In contrast, it was the cultivators who established the Netherworld by practicing with the rules of the heavens and earth.

Of course, such a world consumes much less of reincarnation, and the World Will is willing.

Ghost souls were driven, walking into the endless mist.

Not far away, the Wangchuan River surged endlessly, the river water presenting a bizarre dark red, thick as blood, with rolling waves emitting a pungent bloody smell.

The water roared on, its sound like muffled thunder, as if countless grievance-filled souls were struggling and howling painfully at the river’s bottom.

A thick layer of fog shrouded the river’s surface, making it appear bottomless.

Endless ghost souls wandered by the riverbanks, gazing at the waters with eyes full of deep fear and longing.

The Naihe Bridge stretched across the Wangchuan River, old and worn. The bridge body was built with black stones, covered with moss and traces of time.

Beneath the bridge, the Wangchuan River rushed by, the splashing water occasionally striking the bridge body, emitting a crackling sound.

Endless ghost souls surged onto the Naihe Bridge, their steps heavy and slow.

Some ghost souls would suddenly stop midway across the bridge and look back with eyes full of unwillingness and nostalgia, but eventually, they were pushed forward by the ghosts behind, disappearing at the other end of the bridge.

On the banks of the Wangchuan River, Anemones blossomed wantonly. Those flame-like vibrant flowers were dazzlingly red, eerily beautiful.

The petals of the Anemone were long and soft, slightly curled like a woman’s dress hem. The stamens were long and sharp.

Endless ghost souls wove through the anemone clusters, their figures intertwined with the flowers, forming a strange yet beautiful scene.

In the sky.

Ten gigantic palaces floated.

And at the world’s center, that great city.

The Ten Halls of Yama

And...

Fengdu.

The figure in imperial robes and crown sat on a throne.

Beside him were ten Yamahas, each with different shapes and attire.

"Reporting to the Emperor Monarch, the Naihe Bridge has been completed."

"Order has been preliminarily established throughout the Netherworld."

"However..."

The First Yama hesitated, pointing to the sky.

Above the Netherworld, something was being nurtured.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation is the masterpiece of Lady Houtu."

"You need not worry."

Upon seeing the Emperor Monarch’s calm demeanor, the First Yama swallowed his words.

Because the order of the Netherworld has already been established.

Logically, the Six Paths of Reincarnation should also be ready.

Yet now, there wasn’t the slightest sign of it.

Although the Netherworld now had rebirth and reincarnation, it still mostly followed the original world rules.

Therefore, the Emperor Monarch established Lady Meng at the end of the Naihe Bridge, a divine position not inferior to the Ten Halls of Yama.

Using Lady Meng’s Soup to wash away the memories of wandering souls.

Or rather, the Netherworld Road, Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, and even the Anemones were all to wash away the previous life’s karma and memories for the ghost souls.

The existence of the Netherworld replaced a part of the original world rules.

This is not a replacement but a way to help the world obtain karma.

But the protagonist is still the Six Paths of Reincarnation, after all.

Zhao Fu wore a crown, his expression unchanged.

"Today’s matter, I don’t want to hear about it again."

Zhao Fu’s tone was calm.

Behind him, the Ten Halls of Yama all half-kneeled in fear and trepidation.

Zhao Fu looked up.

"Houtu."

Zhao Fu, through the Netherworld, contacted reincarnation and gained some understanding of it.

Or rather, he gained some understanding of this Jiuzhou’s reincarnation.

"This world, there’s still one race that doesn’t enter reincarnation."

"The Witch Race!"

Zhao Fu looked at the distant Celestial Demon Remnant Soul, bound tightly with chains.

He reached out, gripping fiercely in the air.

The Celestial Demon Remnant Soul let out its final wails, shattering, the broken soul falling into the Netherworld Road, becoming an ordinary ghost soul once again.

"Whether demon or human, after death, power returns to the heavens and earth."

"This is owed and repaid."

"After death, True Essence disperses into Spiritual Qi, the body merges into the earth nurturing heaven and earth treasures, while the Divine Soul disintegrates."

"These are rules that have existed since the world’s birth."

"This is death."

Even in Divinity Transformation, one must fall into the Netherworld.

Or rather, they must die too.

The Netherworld is but the manifestation of death now, never yielding to anyone’s will.

It’s impossible to retrieve someone from the Netherworld for a second life.

Unless an Immortal intervenes.

Because an Immortal, at the life level, stands equal with the world.

They comprehend laws, transcend the world, and the laws they understand greatly help the world.

If an Immortal is willing to pay the price.

In this era of death manifestation, perhaps one could retrieve someone from the Netherworld.

But such a price, even for their closest disciples, these Great Saints wouldn’t make a move.

"Yet there is one race."

"Their death doesn’t return anything to the heavens and earth."

In Zhao Fu’s eyes seemed to reflect the numerous life stories of souls in the Netherworld.

"That race is the Witch Race!"

He remembered his experience in the Ju Mang Department.

Before sitting on his end, he didn’t feel the crisis of death.

After death, who he met was the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Ju Mang!

"Lady Houtu, your establishment of reincarnation must be related to this."

Zhao Fu looked to the sky, whispering softly.

In an instant, he seemed to see a woman in yellow calmly watching him.

But in the blink of an eye, all illusions disappeared.

As if it was an illusion.

But Zhao Fu, as Ghost Emperor, with his cultivation level, couldn’t possibly have a so-called illusion.

However, within Zhao Fu’s heart, there were even bolder guesses.

He had memories of future generations.

In future generations, only the Human Race and Demon Race remained on the continent.

The Witch Race had long disappeared in the river of history.

The Witch Demon War, the Demon Race won.

Houtu’s actions, perhaps, foresaw the outcome, wanting to extend a thread of vitality for the Witch Race or just for herself.

"If that’s the case, it means..."

"The Witch Demon War is about to begin..."

Zhao Fu’s gaze seemed to penetrate the living world.

The Netherworld almost had no concept of time.

Zhao Fu was now four thousand years old.

And on the continent, turbulence surged.

The wars in the Northern Domain, Western Realm, and Central Domain had never ceased.

The Witch Race and Demon Race continued to wage war.

But they were somewhat restrained with each other.

However, this war that had lasted thousands of years showed signs of becoming uncontrollable.

The Star Sea Race continued developing secretly.

The places protected by Incense Fire Deities dotted the landscape with Human Race dynasties.

Some Demon Cultivators were even quite pleased, as they could freely prey on these weak but barely cultivating Human Race dynasties on the continent.

The Star Sea Race continuously provided external support.

Within the Demon Countries, there were already sporadic resistance groups.

Especially that White Lotus Sect under the banner of the Mother of Non-Birth.

The Human Race supported them with cultivation technique resources while dispatching numerous cultivators to wreak havoc in various Demon Countries.

The price for the Human Circle Human Clan soared.

Some Demon Race didn’t just wipe out those scattered Incense Fire Deity monarchies but let them develop, regularly driving beast tides to harvest them.

However, these Demon Races did not notice that over time, these Qi Fortune Dynasties with Incense Fire Deities replaced the Human Circle Human Clan.

But the citizens of these dynasties had opportunities to access knowledge and inheritance.

This was the strategy of the Human Race.

Almost an open strategy.

As long as the Demon Race wasn’t united, these small dynasties could spread throughout the continent.

When the Star Sea’s power grew stronger, spreading Cultivation Civilization across the entire continent would no longer be a dream.

Coupled with the inadvertently leaked enhanced Totem Cultivation Method from the Human Race.

The Demon Race valued bloodlines, but the Totem Technique could purify bloodlines.

The Human Race stirred internal strife, using the Totem Technique to divide part of the grassroots Demon Race.

The Human Race progressed steadily.

At the far west.

Spirit Mountain remained silent, with no news for many years.

Yet Western Buddhism spread in some Demon Countries.

But the war between the Witch Race and Demon Race grew larger and larger...