"Not bad, disciple. Come in.”
Houtu's voice sounded lazy and dispirited as usual.
She leaned against the stone chair, her beautiful eyes half-opened, as if she had not fully woken up from her seclusion.
"Master, what about me?"
The Emperor of Feng Du was dumbfounded.
"You can stay where you want."
The Saint knew the world with a single thought, so he naturally knew what the Emperor of Feng Du said behind his back. Coupled with his lazy and decadent personality, he couldn't be bothered to let the Emperor of Feng Du in.
"Ah, this!"
The Emperor of Feng Du felt numb.
"Junior brother, you should go in quickly."
The Emperor of Feng Du could only call Lu Changqing in with a dark face.
Lu Changqing slowly stepped in with a smile. The door slowly closed, leaving the Emperor of Feng Du staring with his eyes wide open, feeling a little wronged.
"Disciple Lu Changqing greets Master!”
Lu Changqing walked in and bowed to Houtu.
The latter nodded slightly and looked at Lu Changqing. After a long time, he said,"
"Disciple, you're not bad. I can vaguely see the shadow of the prosperous Sorcerer tribe in ancient times in you. Even in that era, you were still a top prodigy. Moreover, I know everything you and Fengdu have done for the Netherworld.”
At this point, Houtu's tone changed, and her beautiful eyes were filled with despair that was usually concealed by laziness! Decadent! Helpless! " You've done well. However, don't continue in the future."”
"No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain. Moreover, if you continue to investigate, I'm afraid you'll attract a fatal disaster and die.”
Lu Changqing frowned slightly.
He naturally knew where Houtu's heart knot was.
In the past! She was one of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and the youngest one. She had received the care and protection of the other Ancestors of Sorcery.
Therefore, her feelings for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and the ancient Sorcerer Tribe were extremely deep.
Now, no matter what, it was meaningless. He had lost everything when he lost.
Even if she won, things would have changed. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had passed away, and the glory of the ancient Sorcerer Tribe no longer existed…Moreover, Houtu's confidence had been completely suppressed by the Heavenly Dao. Not only was she restricted by the Heavenly Dao, but more importantly, the countless years of restrictions had made her lose her will to fight!
It seemed that the knot in Houtu's heart was deeper than he had imagined!
Fortunately, he had already prepared for the worst.
He must reignite Houtu's fighting spirit! Let him come out of seclusion!
Therefore, Lu Changqing asked despite knowing the answer,"Master, why do you have to do this?"
"As long as you are willing to come out of seclusion, the Netherworld will definitely become the third largest force in the Untainted Land and regain its former glory.”
Houtu shook her head and refused without thinking." It's not that simple.”
Obviously, Houtu was as dispirited as ever and did not intend to say anything.
However, Lu Changqing naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity. He had already prepared his speech and started it again and again!
"Master! Naturally, things wouldn't be that simple!”
"But is there anything easy in the Wilderness? Cultivators of our generation have all cultivated bitterly for countless Huiyuan, all for the sake of transcendence. However, in the end, can we achieve it in our lives? How many people had turned into ashes, their bodies dead and their Dao vanished! However, there was also a difference between this and Buzhou Mountain! Or lighter than a feather!"
"If you die for the sake of pursuing the Great Dao and for the sake of the Netherworld, then it's a worthy death! If you learn the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening! It's not a bad thing!"
"However, if we do nothing and only feel that it's difficult! He felt that it was difficult! If he didn't do it, he would let the grassroots fall into deep water and numb everything. This was a big mistake!”
Lu Changqing's words came from the bottom of his heart. On the one hand, he was also answering Houtu's advice.
Houtu was obviously a little lost in thought by Lu Changqing's words.
How many years had it been? He had been in seclusion in the Netherworld for countless years, but no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.
Of course, she wasn't angry. She looked at Lu Changqing and nodded slowly, then shook her head. She seemed to be sighing, regretful, and seemed to have thought of something. She said faintly,
"In the past, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery of our Sorcerer Tribe also thought the same way. But what about now?”
"Those brothers have all passed away, turning into ashes. Their bodies have died, and their Dao has disappeared. Their true spirits have not been left behind. They may not regret it, but it's too late for me to regret it!!”
When Houtu spoke of the emotional part, her beautiful eyes were like a deep pool of darkness that rippled." Disciple, you and Fengdu must not repeat our mistakes! If all his old friends passed away and left behind a force, so what if it was at its peak? Only endless loneliness remains!"
"Moreover, even if we stake everything on it and use all our strength, we won't have any chance of winning. Be it the Buddhist Sect or the Heavenly Court, everything is under the control of the Heavenly Dao!”
Lu Changqing looked at Houtu who was as dejected as ever. He shook his head slightly and continued with his speech." Everything depends on one's efforts!"”
"Just like what you said just now, the old man has passed away and the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery no longer exist. But why didn't you think about it? Why didn't you try to make a breakthrough with your body as a Saint? Why didn't you think about making the old man manifest?!”
Houtu was touched by Lu Changqing's words.
Let the old man manifest in this life!
Revive the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!
Let the ancient witch race reappear!
Wasn't this what she was thinking?
But it was impossible!
Even if she was a Saint and controlled the Six Paths of Reincarnation, it would not work.
"Impossible…"
Houtu's expression was gloomy. However, before she could say anything, her beautiful eyes widened.
"How is that possible? This was…The aura of an Ancestral Magus!"
She looked at Lu Changqing, who slowly opened his palm. The incomplete true spirit of the Grand Wizard, Dijiang, was slowly being nurtured, emitting a strong aura of the Grand Wizard.
"That's right! That's right! It was the aura of the Grand Wizard! It's Big Brother Dijiang!"
Houtu's mind was blank. She murmured, joy, excitement, shock, and all kinds of emotions gathered together. Even though she was a Saint now, she was somewhat speechless.
Lu Changqing didn't disturb Houtu. Instead, he quietly waited for her to digest.
Pa!
Houtu was so excited that she shed a tear!
Saint! She actually shed tears!
This was the embodiment of true feelings!
"Disciple, you did well!"
Houtu collected her emotions and looked at Lu Changqing with excitement.
Lu Changqing slowly continued to explain his plan," Everything depends on one's efforts. Even if I'm weak, I've found a way to make the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's True Spirits reappear. I can also make the ancient Sorcerer Tribe reappear!”
The more Houtu heard, the happier and more excited she became. Her beautiful eyes were already sparkling with tears. Very good!"
However, she seemed to have thought of something, causing her excitement to stagnate and her expression to darken.
"However, the current world is no longer like the ancient times. My brothers have returned, and the Shaman Tribe has been reborn.”
Lu Changqing looked at Houtu, who was still dispirited. He was a little anxious and his attitude immediately became tougher.
"Master! You mustn't!"
"Your actions have truly disappointed me!”
"Master! You went into seclusion alone, you were dispirited, you escaped! Have you considered the netherworld?"
"Have you considered Senior Brother Fengdu? Do you know what my senior brother and I went through to revive the underworld?”
"What about the Grand Wizard Houtu who fought against the heavens and the earth in the past?!”
Houtu was moved by Lu Changqing's continuous questioning.
She opened her mouth, not knowing how to start.
For a moment, this supreme saint did not dare to look at Lu Changqing.
"You can leave first. We can talk about this in the future.”
However, Lu Changqing was unwilling.
How could he not know that he was stalling! He was escaping!
He gritted his teeth and braced himself to fight to the end!
"No! Master! Today, there must be an explanation!"
"Since Master is unwilling to come out of seclusion, what hope does the Netherworld have? Even if the Eleven Ancestors of Sorcery were resurrected, they would not escape the fate of being prisoners. It's better to be completely annihilated!"
As Lu Changqing spoke, he really wanted to disperse the True Spirit.
This time, Houtu could not sit still and directly attacked.
Lu Changqing could only feel the anger of a saint. In the next moment, the True Spirit was no longer in his hands.
The next moment, Lu Changqing was enraged.
"Master! You keep saying that the Heavenly Dao limits you, but is it really only the Heavenly Dao that limits you?! Or could it be! You are limiting yourself! Houtu! The Twelfth Ancestral Sorcerer! Had the lawless existence who had once been unafraid of heaven and earth really been beaten by the Heavenly Dao now?”
As Lu Changqing spoke, his aura soared.
"I'm only a Quasi-Sage and have just stepped into it, but I dare to say that the Heavenly Dao is mine! I'm not afraid!"
"One day! I want to step on the heavens! Dao Validation above Primordial Chaos! If the heavens cover my eyes, I'll tear them apart! If the earth blocks me! I'll crush the ground!"
Lu Changqing's aura soared into the sky.
Houtu was still immersed in the anger of Lu Changqing wanting to destroy her True Spirit and the complicated feelings of being ashamed of her disciple.
However, when she saw Lu Changqing's reaction, she was a little lost in thought.
Outside Pingxin Palace.
The Emperor of Feng Du looked at it with shock.
What was going on?
"Why did Master's aura collide with Junior Brother's aura?!”
"No! Little Junior Brother's majestic aura and fighting spirit were actually vaguely going to resist the Saint's aura!”
"Even if Junior Brother has just entered the Quasi-Saint Realm, if we really fight, I might not be his match!”
Of course, it didn't make the Emperor of Feng Du puzzled for long.
Lu Changqing's voice sounded again.
"Master! I'll ask you again, do you dare?”
Lu Changqing was sonorous and powerful, and his passion surged.
Houtu looked at Lu Changqing in a daze, then at the Dijiang True Spirit in her hand. Various thoughts kept appearing in her mind.
There was a past!
In the past, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were fearless and passionate!
In the past, the Sorcerer Tribe was powerful and dominated the Wilderness! Disrespecting the heavens and earth!
In the past, she was the hope of the Sorcerer Tribe, the hope of the Dao, and she was the embodiment of countless talents!
However, in the end, she was the only one left among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. The Sorcerer Tribe was desolate and dispirited.
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