"The jade pot wanders in the quicksand, the purple jade and white charcoal clouds, the painted glazed red tiles, the fallen leaves and the inner mirror..."

The soft and delicate voice is like the sound of nature. There is a woman in a yellow-brown dress who is reciting poems with a smile on her face.

The endless black plain is full of ruins, as if abandoned in the long river of history.

Dense dark clouds reflected the sky, and rippled clouds obscured the sun and moonlight.

Dense blue insects fluttered in the dark clouds, flickering like stars, and little bits of light fell down like a dream.

The ancient and desolate palace building stands in the center of the ruins. The woman is sitting at the door of the palace, next to a mountain of bamboo slips and books.

"Alas!"

The sound of reciting poems suddenly stopped, and the woman looked faintly towards the sky.

"I come from the Wu Clan, but I was misunderstood by the Wu Clan. They all say that everything in the world has feelings, but what is this love?"

"This is so ridiculous, even they themselves don't know it."

"When I think about it clearly, maybe I will be recognized by Father God again."

She is fair, but not ignorant.

Back then, Houtu couldn't bear the suffering of all sentient beings. After his death, his soul never had a refuge, so he used his body to transform into six realms of reincarnation at the edge of the sea of ​​blood.

Heaven sensed it, and the boundless merit fell like the Milky Way pouring down, directly giving birth to the soul of Hou Tu, and in this way he became a saint that attracted much attention.

But after becoming a saint, she was imprisoned in the underworld by the six paths of reincarnation, and could not step out for the rest of her life.

Moreover, she lost her identity as the Houtu ancestor witch and turned into the praised Empress Pingxin.

Ping Xin stretched out her hand and gently touched the ancient and desolate ground outside the palace, and countless memories of the past suddenly emerged in her heart.

In the beginning, this Pangu Hall was a place where she and other ancestral witches practiced together, but now she has been deprived of even the qualification to enter.

"Am I wrong, Father God?"

The dull sound of footsteps sounded from a distance, and a naked man wearing a leopard skin apron came with a meteoric stride.

Plop.

He knelt down directly on the ground and saluted with great respect.

"Empress, Liu Lu and the others have already gone to the west and just entered the Wanxiang ruins yesterday."

"Ji Bu, you are now more vigorous and resolute in your work. How are you? Are you sure?" Pingxin retracted her thoughts and looked at Ji Bu with a smile on her face and asked.

Ji Bu scratched his head in embarrassment, "Thank you for the compliment, let's do our best."

Ping Xin is already a saint in his realm, but he never has any airs of superiority. Instead, he is as approachable and approachable as a woman in the mortal world.

Ever since Ji Bu was selected to become Empress Pingxin's messenger between the underworld and Luzhou in the north, his heart was full of excitement and joy.

Over the years, he has learned a lot about this mysterious saint, and at the same time, he has a better understanding of her hesitation and helplessness.

"Mother, our witch clan has never been recognized by heaven. As the Pingxin Saint who is in charge of the six paths of reincarnation, it is best for you to be less contaminated by the things left by Tuzu witches."

"Lousuo." Ping Xin said softly, then stretched out his hand and spread his palm, and a delicate and graceful purple flag suddenly appeared.

"The power of the underworld mainly comes from two avenues, the soul path and the ghost path."

"After years of in-depth excavation, I discovered that both avenues are led by a special treasure. This is the core treasure of the soul path - Return."

"Go back?" Ji Bu murmured in confusion, frowning slightly. "Empress, where are the book of life and death and the judge's pen?"

"It's just a tool to keep the underworld running, it's not of much use." Pingxin shook his head and continued to add.

"As far as I know, the treasure that represents the ghost realm is called Lai Xi, and it can draw out the remnant souls of living beings from the long river of life out of thin air. This method can transcend various constraints such as race, time, and history."

"Both of these two treasures were refined the day after tomorrow. They need to be transformed under certain circumstances. I spent several yuanhui's time refining them. I want to explore Laixi's refining process again.

The method of making it is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

"However, I can feel very clearly that Laixi is about to be born."

After hearing this, Ji Bu's eyes immediately lit up.

"Empress, if that's the case, how about we set off now and just wait and see?"

"Haha, you silly boy." Pingxin smiled and waved her hand, rejecting Ji Bu's request.

"The birth and emergence of treasures depends on the right time, place, and people. The prehistoric era is so vast, who knows which corner contains the aura of ghosts?"

"However, it would be good to have more brains to help me think about it. This is the deeds of Father God Pangu. Take it and have a look. Maybe you will find traces of Laixi."

"Pangu Legacy"

The primitive and desolate Wu Clan characters exude a unique color.

In this album of records about Pangu, everyone knows about the creatures in the prehistoric times.

It records the process of Pangu from the creation of heaven to his fall, and contains countless bizarre legends. Every time I read it, I feel the fragrance on my lips.

In the Wu tribe, this is not a storybook used to kill time, but more for the young men of the Wu tribe to discover the philosophy of practice and survival from the stories.

Ji Bu held "Pangu Yi Ze" in his palms and read it softly with a solemn expression.

His voice is rough and rough, which is exactly the opposite of Hepingxin's delicate and gentle voice, with a dull and heavy feeling.

He started to read from the beginning, the chapter of hope, the chapter of confidence, the chapter of strength, the chapter of rules...

Until Chapter 8, Section 16.

Pangu walked in the wild mountains and rivers, feeling the joy of the world gradually growing.

However, he found that these mountains and rivers could not last long, and they would be eaten hollow by some kind of strange insects.

They are elusive and fly very fast, and they like to eat the foundations of mountains and rivers.

Seeing the world evolved from his own flesh and blood gradually collapse, Pangu was furious but could do nothing.

"Hope, what should I do? Please come out and help me." Pangu asked softly, stroking his strong chest with his rough palms.

"Pangu, Pangu, I can't help you with this, but you can go to my good friend Wisdom, who can help you solve this problem." Hope did not appear in front of Pangu, but its voice was exceptionally clear.

Ring.

Pangu quickly followed Hope's guidance and traveled across mountains and rivers to Zhi Zhi's home.

Wisdom is a patterned spider with six eyes on its back. When it saw Pangu, its eyes shone with azure light.

"Pangu, I already know your purpose. You first go to the depths of the blue sea to pick a thousand-year-old pearl coral, and then go to the sky to find the peach blossom forest, where you collect thirty rotten peach stones, and wait until nightfall.

Cut off half of the moon fragments, throw them all into the depths of the auspicious clouds, and run towards the sun in the early morning, and you can refine them into a big net to catch those dirty things."

Pangu followed his wise advice, prepared all the required materials, and finally refined it into a large black net.

The big net is tough and sticky. It is thrown gently towards the three mountains and five mountains in the ancient times, and then it turns into the wind and blocks out the sky, catching all the insects hiding in the dark.

~

The patter of rain fell violently.

The world between heaven and earth is filled with the vitality of spring.

The rainwater did not dissipate directly after falling on the ground, but turned into mung beans and rolled freely.

These mung bean pearls contain the power of King Suddhodana. If you want to build that prison, you must use these things to assist.

It rained non-stop for three days, day and night, and the mung bean greenery covering a hundred miles radius was three feet thick.

They are crystal clear like gems and exude a bright luster.

As time goes by, there are always mung bean pearls bursting quietly, turning into the smoke of Niao Na and merging between the sky and the earth.

This is the spiritual power consumed by countless creatures in the ruins of King Suddhodana who are exploring inheritance and conquering levels.

As time goes by, King Suddhodana's power will gradually decrease.

"These mung bean spirit beads were refined by the clones with all their efforts. They are renewable resources, but they cannot be squandered. Otherwise, the ruins will be difficult to support and there will be holes. Then it will be difficult for me to continue."

Manjusri looked at the pearls and jade everywhere, thoughts flashing and steaming in his mind, countless thoughts intertwined in the electric light and flint.

He was secretly excited and a little nervous at the same time.

It is extremely difficult to refine this prison, and it is not just a casual comment. Even with the help of the Six Paths magical power, it is not easy.

No matter how powerful the treasure is, is it possible that it can still imprison a quasi-sage in the realm of a true immortal?

Therefore, it can only be a wish at best. To turn it into a reality, you need extremely strong strength to back it up.

Even people like Ao Xing are powerless.

However, for the current situation of Manjusri, it may not be a bad thing.

First of all, in his previous life, he was at the pinnacle of quasi-sage. In a situation where resources were scarce and treasures were scarce, he was able to carry out many high-level Buddhists to refine treasures such as the Mingzhi Pearl. He had very rich experience in refining weapons.

Secondly, the Triumph Conference is about to begin, and all the weapon refinement masters in the ancient world will flock here to compete for the winning spirit. If you make more preparations before then, the chance of success will be much greater.

Moreover, he has far-reaching plans, from his initial cruelty to his subsequent plans, all for the present test. If he shrinks back due to inner fear at the gate of Baoshan, it is not his character at all.

The most important thing is that he has the help of King Suddhodana's clone.

This clone is just passing sand in the outside world, but in this world, he is a completely omnipotent saint.
To be continued...