45: Chapter 45 The Three Yuan Meeting

Ancestral Witch Gong Gong took a large bite of meat and then assumed an air of utter indifference, like a dead pig that fears no boiling water:

"Nüwa, don't wrong me. I am just an Ancestral Witch passing time in the Netherworld. I want to help you, but I don't have the authority. Even my little sister Houtu can only guard the Meng Po soup stall, so what can I do?"

"The Earthly Dao has rules, and Reincarnation has its timing. The time for Fellow Daoist Fuxi's Reincarnation has not yet arrived. Even you, a Heavenly Dao Saint, cannot disrupt the order of the Earthly Dao!"

As he spoke, he deliberately shook the cooked Yao Race meat in his hand, smacked his lips, and said, "Besides, it's just waiting, right? It's only three Epochs. For you, that's just the time it takes to go into seclusion or enjoy some tea. Once the time comes, we will naturally send him into the Six Paths of Reincarnation without you needing to urge us."

"Three Epochs?!"

Upon hearing these four words, Nüwa's pupils constricted sharply. Her aura exploded outwards, causing the space to shatter inch by inch, and the purple mist above the Netherworld was shaken violently.

She finally understood!

The Ancestral Witches had definitely made a deal with Zhenyuanzi, deliberately delaying Fuxi's Reincarnation just to torture Fuxi a little longer.

There was no other possibility. Fuxi only had negative Karma with the Ancestral Witches before her. If it wasn't Ancestral Witch Gong Gong or Houtu, she couldn't think of anyone else. Who would dare to oppose her?

And who else could make Zhenyuanzi postpone the Reincarnation time of Fuxi's Primordial Spirit by three Epochs?

Thinking of this, Nüwa laughed in extreme anger, her beautiful eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

"What a fine Witch Race, what a fine Saint of Reincarnation!"

As she finished speaking, Nüwa waved her jade hand, and the power of the Heavenly Dao swept out, transforming into a giant sword that slashed fiercely toward the Netherworld barrier, intending to forcibly tear open the Earthly Dao barrier and break into the Netherworld.

But the moment the giant sword touched the purple mist, a deep and ancient sound of the Earthly Dao suddenly resounded throughout the Netherworld. The six paths of reincarnation disc erupted with infinite purple light, merging with the Netherworld barrier to form an indestructible defense.

Nüwa's attack struck it, emitting only a deafening roar, and was forcibly bounced back, not even shaking the purple mist by a fraction!

The Netherworld, the stronghold of the Earthly Dao, was isolated from the Heavenly Dao; even Hongjun could not break it, and mere Nüwa could not even shake it.

Seeing this, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong straightened his back and kindly advised, "Nüwa, don't waste your energy. The Earthly Dao protects the Netherworld, and the power of the Heavenly Dao cannot enter. You had better go back and wait for three Epochs. Otherwise, even if you take this to the Dao Ancestor, you are the one in the wrong!"

Nüwa looked at the smug Ancestral Witch Gong Gong behind the barrier, then at the immovable Netherworld barrier, her heart churning with a mix of fury and helplessness.

She was a noble Heavenly Dao Saint of the Primordial World, having attained sainthood through the Karma of creating humanity, yet she was blocked outside the Netherworld by a brainless Ancestral Witch, unable to even see her brother's Primordial Spirit, let alone assist in his Reincarnation!

After a long while, Nüwa took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging Saint aura, and looked at Ancestral Witch Gong Gong inside the Netherworld, her voice filled with chill.

"Three Epochs. This Palace has noted it."

"If Fuxi cannot be successfully Reincarnated by then, this Palace will have no choice but to inform Teacher and let Teacher judge the matter."

After speaking, Nüwa did not spare Ancestral Witch Gong Gong another glance. Her figure transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the Void Realm, and headed straight back to Nüwa Palace.

That monstrous anger, even after dissipating into space, still left all living beings in the Primordial World feeling a sense of trepidation.

Ling Zhuzi watched Nüwa's angry appearance, trembling with fear, and continued to be a well-behaved boy, not daring to do anything out of line.

...

Above the Netherworld, the purple mist gradually calmed down.

Seeing that Nüwa had finally left, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong breathed a sigh of relief. His legs went weak, and he sat directly on the ground, gasping for air, the cooked Yao Race meat in his hand almost falling to the ground.

"Goodness... The Saint's pressure is too terrifying; I almost couldn't hold on." He patted his chest with lingering fear and quickly took another large bite of meat to calm his nerves.

At this moment, the figures of Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, and the eleven Ancestral Witches slowly walked out from Fengdu City and stood beside Ancestral Witch Gong Gong, looking at his disheveled appearance. They all burst into laughter.

Yet, there was a trace of approval in Zhenyuanzi's eyes: "Well done. Nüwa has been held off by you. Three Epochs is enough time for my younger brother to make a Breakthrough."

Ancestral Witch Gong Gong wiped his mouth and grinned: "It's all thanks to the Saint's teachings. Nüwa was quite angered by me; she surely won't come to bother us again."

Dijiang patted Ancestral Witch Gong Gong on the shoulder, "Not bad, you didn't lose face for Father God!"

Dijiang's words drew agreement from the other Ancestral Witches, and they all laughed while patting their chests.

Subsequently, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong looked at Hongyun, the nominal ruler of the Netherworld, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, uh... can I go play in the eighteen layers of Hell?"

Having performed a great service, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong put forward his request.

Upon hearing this, Hongyun smiled helplessly and nodded. "Fine, fine, but don't go overboard." "The Yao Race Primordial Spirits there cannot withstand your torment."

Ancestral Witch Gong Gong nodded excitedly: "I know, I will definitely be careful."

Before the words had even faded, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong stomped his feet, his figure transformed into a streak of light, and he rushed straight toward the eighteen layers of Hell in the depths of the Netherworld, moving so fast that even Dijiang couldn't call him back.

Dijiang looked at the direction where Ancestral Witch Gong Gong disappeared and helplessly touched his forehead: "This rascal, he can't sit still after just performing a small service, and he just has to obsess over those Yao Race Primordial Spirits. Really..."

Zhurong: "Who told those two motley birds, Dijun and Taiyi, to self-destruct even their Primordial Spirits, sending their True Spirits into the Sea of True Spirits? Now he can only find trouble with his subordinates."

Then he paused and looked at Ancestral Witch Ju Mang, asking: "How much longer do those nine motley birds have to serve?"

Mentioning Dijun and Taiyi, Zhurong remembered that his nine sons were also in the eighteen layers of Hell.

After thinking for a while, Ancestral Witch Ju Mang said: "It should be another Epoch."

Meanwhile, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong had also arrived at the eighteen layers of Hell. "Boom!"

With a loud crash, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong violently smashed open the gate of Hell and strode in swaggeringly.

Sensing that overbearing Witch Race aura, all the Yao Race Primordial Spirits trembled, huddled in the corners, and dared not make a sound. The nine little Golden Crows gathered together in a ball, lowering their heads and refusing to look at Ancestral Witch Gong Gong.

Ancestral Witch Gong Gong took one look at the huddled Yao Race Primordial Spirits, pursed his lips, and looked disdainful: "Back in the Primordial World, you were all flaunting your power, but now you've become shrinking turtles. You really are a disgrace to the Yao Race."

He walked a few steps to the nine Golden Crows, looked down at the nine little Golden Crows, and reached out to flick the head of the one in the middle. The force was not great, but it made the Golden Crow shudder all over, and its True Spirit rippled.

"Don't worry, I'm just here today to see how you little motley birds are doing." Ancestral Witch Gong Gong chuckled, took out a High Grade fire-attribute spiritual fruit, and waved it in front of them, deliberately teasing them until they chirped in hunger.

"Want to eat? Keep waiting. When your sentence is up and you are reincarnated into the Beast Path in your next life, there will be plenty of bones for you to gnaw on."

After teasing the little Golden Crows, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong arrived at the Hell where the Yao Gods were held. Imitating Taiyi, he started fighting multiple opponents at once. He vented his anger to his heart's content.