Primordial Era: The Great Celestial Venerable on the Road to Mythology

Chapter 48 Fuxi Reincarnation, Summoning Demons and Borrowing Banners

Just as Haotian was comprehending the truth, Lady Pingxin suddenly frowned.

She sensed that someone from the Netherworld was approaching again, a familiar aura drawing near—regal and noble, carrying the majesty of a saint, yet without a trace of oppression.

Pingxin's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, she appeared in front of the newcomer.

Dressed in white as snow, with long hair reaching her waist, she stood calmly in the void, her expression serene.

The person opposite, dressed in a five-colored robe, with a dignified face and a hint of urgency in her brows, was none other than the Goddess Nuwa.

Nuwa, upon learning that Haotian had arrived in the Underworld, also rushed over. The matter of Fuxi's reincarnation concerned whether her brother could attain the Heavenly Emperor's throne; she was deeply concerned and unwilling to delay any longer.

"Nuwa greets fellow Daoist." Nuwa bowed slightly, treating him with the courtesy due to an equal.

Pingxin nodded in return and went straight to the point: "The Heavenly Emperor has already informed me of the matter you have come to discuss. I have agreed."

Nuwa was overjoyed and was about to express her gratitude when Pingxin continued, "However, there is something you need to understand, fellow Daoist."

Nuwa's heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "Fellow Daoist, please speak."

With a deep gaze, Pingxin slowly said, "After Fuxi was reincarnated, he was only human, not a demon. This is the order of reincarnation, and it cannot be changed."

Nuwa's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

She understood Pingxin's meaning—once Fuxi was reincarnated, he would be a pure human, no longer a demon. Everything from his previous life, including his identity as the demon emperor Fuxi and his karmic ties with the demon race, would be severed by the power of reincarnation.

This is the ironclad law of reincarnation.

Otherwise, if cultivators could reincarnate and start over when they encounter a bottleneck, wouldn't they be able to infinitely farm their talents?

The essence of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is to fundamentally change the root and nature of living beings. Even if one's cultivation improves in the future, breaks through the limitations of reincarnation, and regains memories of past lives, it is nothing more than a passing cloud—the person is no longer the same person.

Nuwa remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Nuwa understands. As long as my brother can attain the Heavenly Emperor status, he can be either human or demon."

Pingxin's expression softened slightly, and she turned to walk towards the Six Paths of Reincarnation: "Come with me."

Nuwa followed closely behind.

The two arrived at the edge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The enormous hole of reincarnation slowly rotated, exuding a profound and unfathomable Daoist aura. Countless souls silently entered it, in perfect order.

On the shore of reincarnation, Haotian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his body radiating Daoist energy, clearly immersed in enlightenment. Nuwa, seeing this, did not disturb him, but merely glanced at him from afar before looking away.

He stood still and said, "Take it out."

Nuwa took a deep breath, raised her hand and waved it—a ball of light floated out from her sleeve and hovered above her palm.

That was the true spirit of Fuxi.

The true spirit was dim and lifeless, its aura weak, showing signs of dissipating. During the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, Fuxi perished, and his true spirit was severely damaged. If it weren't for Nuwa's protection, it would have long since vanished into the world.

Over the years, Nuwa has used her divine power to nurture and preserve this wisp of true spirit, barely managing to keep it from perishing.

But damage to the true spirit cannot be repaired by ordinary means.

Nuwa waved her right hand, and a golden light of merit surged from her palm, sprinkling down on Fuxi's true spirit like sweet rain. It was the heavenly merit she had gained from mending the heavens, incomparably precious, yet she showed no reluctance to part with it at this moment.

The golden light of merit entered into the true spirit, and Fuxi's true spirit gradually solidified, making the chaotic and hazy state clearer.

Nuwa watched this scene, a complex look flashing in her eyes—a mix of relief, reluctance, and a sense of relief.

"Fellow Daoist, we may begin," Nuwa said softly.

Pingxin nodded and pointed.

A wisp of reincarnation power shot out from her fingertips, gently lifting Fuxi's true spirit and slowly sending it into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The moment the true spirit entered the hole of reincarnation, a faint light flashed and then disappeared.

Everything returned to calm.

Nuwa stared blankly at the slowly rotating Six Paths of Reincarnation, speechless for a long time.

Fuxi, her elder brother, has finally embarked on the path of reincarnation. From now on, he will become the Emperor of the Human Race, ushering in a new era.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist." After a long while, Nuwa turned around and bowed solemnly to Pingxin. "Now that this matter is settled, Nuwa will take her leave."

Pingxin nodded slightly, without trying to stop him.

Nuwa's figure flashed and disappeared into the netherworld.

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Nuwa Palace.

Nuwa returned and entered the palace. The Nuwa Palace remained as serene and tranquil as ever, with colorful stones scattered everywhere, bathed in the glow of the sunset, and shrouded in ethereal mist. However, there was an unexpected person in the palace.

Lu Ya.

He stood clad in golden armor, hands clasped behind his back, his expression complex. Upon seeing Nuwa's return, he immediately bowed and greeted her: "Your Majesty."

Nuwa frowned slightly, her tone tinged with surprise: "Why are you here?"

Lu Ya straightened up, his gaze frank: "Your Majesty, I have come to borrow the Demon-Summoning Banner."

Nuwa frowned even more deeply.

The Demon-Summoning Banner is a supreme treasure of the demon race, capable of summoning all demons under heaven. This banner has always been kept by Nuwa and is rarely given to outsiders. Although Lu Ya was the crown prince of the demon race, he has now submitted to the Heavenly Court. What is his intention in rashly coming to borrow the Demon-Summoning Banner?

"What do you want to do with the Demon-Summoning Banner?" Nuwa asked, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Lu Ya said solemnly, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will not act recklessly. The purpose of borrowing the Demon-Summoning Banner is to allow those scattered demon saints of the prehistoric world to join the Heavenly Court, so as to alleviate the karma of the demon race."

Nuwa was slightly taken aback, then her gaze softened.

After the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, the Demon race declined, and several Demon Saints went into hiding, leading their people to live in seclusion in various parts of the prehistoric world.

Although they have been acting discreetly, the karma burdened on the demon race has not dissipated. If this continues, the backlash from this karma will eventually bring these demon saints and their people to their doom.

If they could join the Heavenly Court and serve there, they could use the power of the Heavenly Court's merits to cleanse their karma. This was a path to survival and a way out.

"I'm glad you can see things in a positive light." Nuwa sighed softly, raised her hand, and an ancient gourd flew out of the hall and landed in her hand.

The gourd was inconspicuous, yet it faintly exuded a supreme aura that commanded all demons.

The demon-summoning banner is among them.

Nuwa handed over the gourd and solemnly said, "I can give you the Demon-Summoning Banner, but you must promise me one thing."

Lu Ya took the gourd and solemnly said, "Your Majesty, please speak."

"Those demon saints, if they wish to join the Heavenly Court, let them go. If they do not wish, we cannot force them." Nuwa's gaze was profound. "The demon race can no longer afford to cause trouble."

Lu Ya was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand."

Nuwa waved her hand, looking exhausted: "Go."

Lu Ya bowed respectfully, then turned and strode away.

The palace of Nuwa has returned to silence.

Nuwa sat alone on her cloud bed, her gaze passing through the palace gates, looking towards the Netherworld, and then towards the distant primordial land.

Fuxi has entered the cycle of reincarnation, and Lu Ya has also embarked on the righteous path. Although the demon race has declined, it is not without hope.

"I hope..." Nuwa murmured to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "that everything will be alright."