Rebuilding Terra

In that boundless and desolate world, the years are like a mysterious tapestry, weaving endless legends. Time is like a rushing, endless river, flowing freely in this vast world.

Hou Tu of the Wu Clan is like a towering god, wandering alone and firmly in this vast and mysterious wilderness. Her figure is tall and straight, like an unshakable mountain, and every step she takes is steady and powerful. In her deep eyes, there is a gleam of wisdom and compassion, like the bright stars in the night sky.

Hou Tu was born with a feeling of compassion for the world, an emotion that comes from the depths of her soul. Her tall figure slowly moves across the barren land, and every step seems to carry a heavy mission. Her eyes are full of concern for all things in the world, and that concern is like warm sunshine, shining in every corner.

The primitive world is like a treasure land full of endless wonders and opportunities, but at the same time, it is also accompanied by cruel struggles and death. As she walked along, the land under her feet seemed to be telling stories of the past. Everywhere she looked, there were tragic battlefields, and the fierce battles that had once seemed to be still echoing in front of her eyes. Countless lives fell in the war, and their bodies fell in a pool of blood, like a tragic epic. Those dead souls drifted around, like rootless duckweed, full of confusion and pain. They swayed in the wind, as if looking for a home, a place to rest.

Hou Tu's heart was deeply hurt, and the pain was like a sharp blade piercing her soul. She looked at those souls who could not rest in peace, and endless pity surged in her heart. The pain of each soul was like a heavy stone pressing on her heart. "Why do these souls have to endure such suffering? Why can't they rest in peace?" Hou Tu kept asking herself, her voice echoing in the wind, with deep helplessness and grief.

Unconsciously, she came to the bank of the Styx. The Styx was a river full of mystery and spookiness. The water was surging and roaring. The river exuded a strange atmosphere, as if it was hiding endless secrets. A thin layer of mist rose from the surface of the river, like a dream, making people feel as if they were in a mysterious world. Hou Tu stood quietly on the bank of the Styx, staring at the rushing water, her thoughts flying. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the river and see the secrets deep in the river.

She began to ponder, thinking about how to give these souls a home, how to stop them from wandering around. On the banks of the Styx, Hou Tu seemed to have entered a kind of ethereal state, and her soul gradually merged with the world. She seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat of the earth, feel the breath of the wind, and touch the passage of time.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, like bright meteors across the night sky. She recalled everything she had experienced, the battle scenes, the separation of life and death, the rise and fall of the witch clan. She recalled everything in the ancient world, the magical magic weapons, the powerful forces, and the mysterious relics. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind. "Reincarnation! Only by creating reincarnation can these souls rest in peace!" A strong belief surged in Hou Tu's heart, and that belief was like a blazing flame, illuminating her way forward.

So, Hou Tu decided to reincarnate. This was an extremely difficult and dangerous decision, but Hou Tu did not hesitate at all. Her eyes were full of determination, as if no force could stop her determination. She sat cross-legged by the river of Styx, like a sacred statue. She began to mobilize all her strength, and her body seemed to have become a huge source of energy.

The powerful blood power of the witch clan surged in her body, and the power was like a surging tide, surging endlessly. Her body began to emit a dazzling light, which was as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire Styx. The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be summoned and rushed towards her, forming a huge spiritual energy vortex. Hou Tu muttered something, and the ancient witch spell echoed in the air. The witch spell seemed to carry a mysterious power, and every note seemed to resonate with heaven and earth.

As time went by, Hou Tu's body began to change. Her body gradually became transparent, as if she was about to blend into the world. Her power continued to spread outward, blending with the surrounding environment. She seemed to have become a part of the world, merging with the entire world.

At this critical moment, the Heavenly Dao seemed to sense Hou Tu's determination and strength. The sky was changing and dark clouds were rolling, as if a huge storm was coming. Thunder roared and lightning was like a sword, cutting through the dark sky. However, Hou Tu was not afraid at all, and she still carried out her mission firmly. She had only one belief in her heart, that is, to create reincarnation and let the soul rest in peace.

When Hou Tu began to create the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the entire world seemed to feel an unprecedented force surging. She stood by the mysterious River Styx, the water of which was rushing endlessly, exuding a strange and mysterious atmosphere, as if telling the secrets of ancient times. Hou Tu's eyes were firm and deep, and the faith in her heart was like a blazing flame, unshakable.

As she exerted the powerful witch power, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth began to gather crazily. Rays of light emanated from her body, like mysterious runes interweaving in the air. Hou Tu muttered something, and the ancient and mysterious witch spell echoed between heaven and earth, as if communicating with the whole world.

Slowly, a huge reincarnation channel began to appear in the void. The channel exuded a mysterious light, as if connecting different worlds. The power contained in it shocked the entire prehistoric world. Life and death, cause and effect, reincarnation, these mysterious laws began to appear clearly in the prehistoric world.

Just as Hou Tu successfully established the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Styx Taoist in another mysterious place felt this powerful force. The Styx Taoist was a mysterious being. He was dressed in a black robe, with long flowing hair and a deep light in his eyes.

The Taoist of the Styx has been exploring the mysterious power alone in the wilderness for a long time. He also has his own unique understanding and pursuit of the cycle of life and death. When he realized the feat of Hou Tu establishing the six reincarnations, he was deeply shocked and admired.

He decided to join Hou Tu without hesitation. So he set out on a journey to the banks of the Styx. Along the way, he passed through dense forests, where the tall trees seemed like ancient guards, their branches and leaves intertwined to form a mysterious green sky. He climbed over steep mountains, which were shrouded in clouds and mist, as if hiding countless secrets and dangers.

Finally, the Taoist of the Styx came to the bank of the Styx and met Hou Tu. He bowed deeply to Hou Tu, expressing his respect and willingness to surrender. Hou Tu looked at the Taoist of the Styx and felt his sincerity and determination.

"Why do you want to join me?" Hou Tu asked softly, with majesty and depth in her voice.

The Taoist of the Styx raised his head and answered with a firm gaze: "The six reincarnations you created are a great contribution to the entire prehistoric world. I admire you deeply and hope to contribute my own strength to this great cause. I also have a deep understanding of the cycle of life and death, and I believe I can help you perfect this great creation."

Hou Tu nodded slightly, recognizing the determination and ability of the Styx Taoist. From then on, the Styx Taoist began to assist Hou Tu in managing the six reincarnations.

As time went by, the six reincarnations gradually stabilized under the joint efforts of Hou Tu and the Taoist priests of the Underworld. More and more souls began to enter the reincarnation channel and found their new destination.