Houtu peeked at my chat and launched a counterattack against the prehistoric world.

Chapter 18: The remnant soul of the crimson cloud stands firm on the earth and makes a vow, sending

"I didn't expect it to be such a lecherous little dragon."

Houtu frowned slightly as she looked at what Chen Fusheng said in the group chat.

"But it's good to have hobbies and weaknesses."

"You like looking at beautiful women, huh? I'll let you look to your heart's content!"

While she was thinking, Meng Po, who originally looked like an old woman, transformed into a young girl wearing a black Taoist dress.

Chen Fusheng: (⊙_⊙)

He then quickly added in the group chat, "I misspoke just now."

"Meng Po has transformed into a beautiful young girl again..."

Huang Tao: "That's right, the divine has no form."

Group owner Chen Fusheng: "Gods have no form? Truly, they are indescribable."

"Sigh, but right now, the Netherworld is still severely understaffed."

Chen Fusheng frowned as he watched the spirits being escorted by the underworld officials and demons begin drinking soup and reincarnating without ever undergoing judgment.

This management style is far too crude.

Luo Ji: "Yes, the few remaining members of the Wu tribe are not suitable for the positions of the Ten Kings of Hell."

Group leader Chen Fusheng: "Indeed, the Wu Clan is only suitable for fighting and guarding the Netherworld, not for management."

Although what they said was true, Houtu was still unhappy watching this conversation.

Although Huilong is very capable, he shouldn't criticize the witch clan so casually!

Although Houtu is now the lord of the Netherworld, she is still very protective of her own.

The next moment, Huilong said in the group:

"Sigh, I'm going to try my luck with the Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."

"I wonder if the current Zhen Yuanzi Immortal has devised a moral blackmail scheme?"

"If not, I'm prepared to use this information as leverage to try and persuade the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi to come to the Underworld and serve as King Yama."

Fang Qi: "Send Zhen Yuanzi to the underworld to be Yama, the King of Hell? I think it's highly unlikely, unless you have the remnant soul of the Old Ancestor Hongyun."

Luo Ji: "Yes, this should be the only one who can persuade Zhen Yuanzi."

.....

"A moral blackmail formation?" Houtu looked at the conversation in the group chat and fell into deep thought again. "What kind of formation is this?"

"How come I've never heard of it?"

This Huilong is quite concerned about matters of the underworld.

She truly deserved to have bestowed upon him a portion of the authority over the underground tunnels.

She has to deduce the meaning of things that are often said in the group chat before she can understand them.

Group owner Chen Fusheng: "That's true. With the remnant soul of Ancestor Hongyun, we can definitely control Zhen Yuanzi, but I still want to give it a try."

Anyway, Wuzhuang Temple isn't too far from the Boundless Blood Sea.

It is also located in the eastern region, close to the west.

It's no harm in giving it a try; what if it works?

Chen Fusheng had already realized that the more powerful the Netherworld Passage became, the more benefits it would bring him.

"Alas, I never imagined that becoming a mortal in Fengdu would result in me being bound to Houtu?"

Chen Fusheng sighed inwardly.

This kind of development has its advantages; it's like group chat—it's addictive!

Now, Chen Fusheng can almost exert a trace of the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal in the Netherworld.

In the netherworld, there are no immortals or quasi-saints who cultivate immortality.

Instead, following Houtu's wishes, he cultivated the Primordial Chaos Dao.

"Ding! Host has persisted in chatting for 3,000 years, reward: Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd."

Chen Fusheng, who was about to get up and go to Wuzhuang Temple, was stunned when he heard this prompt in his mind.

The Nine-Nine Three-Soul Gourd?

Isn't this the top-grade innate spiritual treasure that Ancestor Hongyun once possessed?

However, the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd is now damaged.

Back then, Hongyun was besieged and killed by Kunpeng, Dijun, and Taiyi, and the honest man was driven to desperation.

He directly used this top-grade innate spiritual treasure to self-destruct his divine soul!

"Wait, could there be Primordial Purple Qi in this?"

In an instant, Chen Fusheng felt a surge of excitement.

They opened it up inside the body to take a look.

To their astonishment, a wisp of purple energy circulated within the damaged Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd.

"It really is primordial purple energy!"

Chen Fusheng was overjoyed and excited!

Even if he doesn't intend to cultivate the path of the Heavenly Dao Saint, he can still use the Primordial Purple Qi to develop his own power!

Suddenly, Chen Fusheng saw a faint soul fluctuation next to the Primordial Purple Qi.

"Hmm? This is... Ancestor Hongyun!"

He then used his divine sense to observe Hongyun's faint soul.

'This is truly effortless!' Chen Fusheng thought to himself. 'With the remnant soul of the Red Cloud Ancestor and the appointment of the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi to serve in the Underworld, everything is settled!'

At this moment, Hongyun's remnant soul also sensed that a divine thought was watching him.

He managed to peek outside through the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd.

Immediately, streams of information flooded into the remnant soul, which then exclaimed in shock, "What?!"

"The underworld?"

"And this is actually a dragon that embodies bad luck?"

"It's over, Ancestor, I'm completely finished."

As he spoke, everything went black before his eyes, and his remnant soul almost completely disintegrated.

Chen Fusheng was stunned. He quickly took out a Netherworld Spirit Fruit, refined it into pure spiritual energy, and injected it into the remnant soul of the Red Cloud Ancestor.

At the same time, he quickly said, "No, no!"

"Senior Hongyun, I'll take you to find the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi!"

Upon hearing the name Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun was overcome with a renewed and powerful will to survive.

He wanted to live, because if he lived, he could see Motoko again!

Struggling to gather his nearly disintegrated remnant soul, he said with a mixture of trepidation and excitement:

"Yun, thank you, fellow Daoist!"

"May I ask your name, fellow traveler?"

Seeing this, Chen Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and politely said:

"This humble Taoist priest, Fusheng, from the netherworld of Fengdu, greets Senior Hongyun."

As they were speaking, a message appeared before the remnant soul of the red cloud.

"I never imagined so many things would happen after I exposed myself?"

Hongyun checked the information Chen Fusheng had given her and couldn't help but sigh.

Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti all became saints.

Almost all the powerful figures of the witch and demon races have perished....

To Hongyun's astonishment, the Ancestral Witch Houtu transformed herself into the Cycle of Reincarnation, further completing the primordial world.

"The Goddess Houtu is infinitely compassionate!"

"Please take me to Wuzhuang Temple as soon as possible to find Brother Zhen Yuanzi."

"As you can see, my condition is far from ideal; I'm afraid I won't even be able to reincarnate."

"If you truly send me to Wuzhuang Temple, I swear on my life that I will sincerely offer this wisp of primordial purple energy to you, and I will never go back on my word!"

As he spoke, Hongyun actually made a solemn oath.

Before Chen Fusheng could even stop him, he cried out, "No..."

In the end, I could only sigh and say, "Alas! I know you're in a hurry, but please don't be so hasty next time."

Hongyun was stunned: ?

"What's going on?"

"Am I, a humble Taoist priest, eagerly offering up primordial purple energy?"

The reason Chen Fusheng wanted to stop Hongyun from making the oath was because he was afraid that Houtu would find out.

After all, Houtu is the lord of the earth.

He is not Hongjun; he merely merges with the Dao through his body and cannot fully control the Dao.

However, now that the oath has been made, Chen Fusheng can only pray that Houtu won't be so meticulous as to notice it.

"It's alright." Seeing Hongyun's bewilderment, Chen Fusheng transmitted his voice again, "I keep my word and will take you to find the Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi."

As he spoke, he transformed into a black streak of light and emerged from the Gates of Hell.

Braving the endless sea of ​​blood, spanning three hundred million miles of blood waves, we head towards Wuzhuang Temple.