Because of the Law of Fate concealing the secrets of the heavens, Jiang Ning hid in the void and no one could discover him.
In the vast netherworld, all the ghosts and gods, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence, did not notice Jiang Ning's appearance.
Jiang Ning scanned the surroundings and slowly walked towards the direction of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Along the way, he passed by the River of Forgetfulness, the Three Lives Stone, and the Rebirth Stele, but no one could discover him.
When they passed the Bridge of Helplessness, an old woman with white hair suddenly looked at Jiang Ning.
"Fellow Daoist, why did you sneak into the netherworld?”
An old voice slowly sounded, and only Jiang Ning could hear it.
Hearing this,
Jiang Ning's expression froze for a moment before turning to look at the elderly figure.
Meng Po!
It was rumored that at the end of the Bridge of Helplessness, there was an old woman holding Granny Meng soup. All living beings who walked across the Bridge of Helplessness had to drink Granny Meng soup and forget their memories of their previous lives.
Other than that, Meng Po's legs were even more terrifying.
It was the manifestation of the Sovereign Good Separation Pingxin!
As he was thinking, Jiang Ning looked at Meng Po and bowed slightly.
"I am Jiang Ning, and I wish to see Supreme Pingxin.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Po continued expressionlessly,
"If you don't leave the Netherworld, don't blame me for taking action.”
An old voice sounded. Although there was no mana fluctuation around Meng Po, Jiang Ning's expression became serious.
Sovereign Pingxin's Good Corpse Meng Po was far more powerful than an ordinary Saint's Good Corpse.
Moreover, it was more than one level stronger. Even Laozi's Good Separation was far inferior to it.
In the Wilderness, there were the Heavenly Dao, the Earth Dao, and the Human Dao.
The Earth Dao and the Heavenly Dao were equal. Supreme Pingxin, who had fused with the Primordial Earth Dao, was also equal to Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had fused with the Primordial Heavenly Dao.
In fact, after countless years of immersion, Sovereign Ping Xin's strength was already close to Hongjun's.
If Meng Po attacked him, he might not be able to resist.
If it was his original body, he might be able to escape, but it was only an incarnation.
Then, Jiang Ning moved with a thought. Above his head, the long river of the Great Dao of Fate appeared.
In the surroundings, a total of 3,000 Great Dao nomological rivers appeared.
"Supreme Pingxin, I'm Jiang Ning, the first disciple of Sage Tongtian of Jie School. I've already comprehended 3,000 Great Dao nomological laws and perfected all of them. I'm here to discuss the resurrection of the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery with you!”
"With the help of the Nomological Laws of Fate, Autarch Pingxin should know that I have the ability to resurrect the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.”
"If the Supreme Martial Artist is not interested in this matter, then Jiang Ning will leave.”
Jiang Ning's expression was calm. Even in the face of a Dao Sovereign comparable to Hongjun, his heart was still as still as water.
In any case, he was only an incarnation. If he died, so be it.
He did not believe that Pingxin would not care about the resurrection of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
As Jiang Ning spoke,
Meng Po was handing bowls of Meng Po soup to the souls who had just walked across the Bridge of Helplessness. Her eyes flickered with a dim light.
She looked at the Law of Fate river above Jiang Ning and felt its vast and mysterious aura. Her expression was slightly shocked,
The Fate Great Dao Laws.
As a Dao Sovereign, she naturally knew what comprehending the Laws of Fate meant.
He could observe, control, and change the fate of all things in the world. He could also find the true spirit of the dead creatures in the long river of fate gathered by trillions of true spirits in the chaos and revive them.
Although the Sorcerer Tribe did not have a primordial spirit, they had a true spirit.
The truesoul was the indelible mark that existed between the heavens and the earth and in the chaos.
If Jiang Ning could find the true spirits of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery in the River of Fate, then…Could he really revive the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery?
For a moment, Meng Po's gaze towards Jiang Ning changed.
His originally cold and expressionless face gradually became more colorful.
"Fellow Daoist, you can enter the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I'm waiting for you there.”
Meng Po said.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning nodded and headed towards the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
It was as he had imagined.
Even though Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, had become the current Supreme Pingxin, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were all transformed from Pangu's blood essence and had lived together at the foot of Mount Buzhou for hundreds of millions of years. The feelings during this period could not be expressed in words.
He had come to Ping Xin to discuss the resurrection of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, so Ping Xin naturally would not refuse.
He slowly arrived at the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Jiang Ning didn't show any fear and directly entered.
As soon as he entered, a vast baleful aura swept across the world.
Everything he saw was desolate, but there were huge tribes.
There were giant-like creatures walking and absorbing the baleful aura.
Obviously, after the Witchcraft and Demon Cultivation Tribulation ended, the Wu Tribe was not completely destroyed. Instead, a portion of the Wu Tribe living beings were brought to the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation by Pingxin.
After a quick scan, a figure appeared in front of Jiang Ning.
She wore a black divine robe and her face was beautiful and exquisite. There was a vast galaxy flowing in her eyes. She looked at Jiang Ning quietly and smiled.
"Fellow Daoist, follow me to the Pangu Divine Hall to discuss this matter.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Pingxin slowly walked into the distance.
Jiang Ning followed closely behind.
Along the way, Jiang Ning saw many members of the Sorcerer Tribe cultivating. When he saw that there were nearly ten million of them, he could not help but be stunned.
At the peak of the Sorcerer Tribe, there were less than a hundred million people.
And now, there were so many Shamans living in the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
After the Witchcraft Cultivation Tribulation ended, the Sorcerer Tribe had lived a good life here and had produced such a tribe after billions of years.
Although he had lost the right to fight for the fate of the Primordial World, his life here was not bad.
Perhaps it was because Pingxin had cast a spell, but no one in the Sorcerer Tribe noticed Jiang Ning's arrival.
Not long after,
Jiang Ning and Ping Xin arrived at the Pangu Divine Hall.
Then,
Pingxin looked at Jiang Ning and revealed a faint smile.
"Fellow Daoist, you came to discuss this matter with me because you want me to stop Hongjun in the future, right?”
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