socalfunplaces Chapter 711 Annihilation
Chapter 711 Annihilation
Chapter 711 Annihilation
After much hesitation, Hao Jiejie agreed to Houtu Niangniang's request.
She buried the cloth bundle in the swampy plain: "You're going to fail, aren't you?"
"Yes. You're suppressing us with the rules, we can't beat you."
Hao Jiejie asked in confusion, "But aren't you a god?"
The goddess smiled and said, "God is a relative concept. Power that is beyond your comprehension and crushes you is called a god. There are gods above gods. And gods above gods are even more gods. No one knows what the end of power is. It's like the ultimate mystery of the universe: perception is death."
“I don’t understand.” Hao Jiejie didn’t understand why they were so obsessed with pursuing supreme power. “We are content with being ordinary and never look up at the stars.”
Houtu Niangniang smiled and said, "No, what you are pursuing is the ultimate in culinary arts. But all arts will eventually lead to the origin."
What is "yuan"?
"The beginning of the universe is also the end of the universe."
Hao Jiejie said "Oh," full of confusion: "I clearly brewed the Meng Po soup, so why can't I reincarnate my people?"
This is a good question.
Houtu Niangniang: "There are several possibilities. One is that your people have been completely annihilated, their souls and spirits destroyed. The second is that you come from beyond the realm, where the rules are different from ours, and they are not affected by the rule of reincarnation."
Hao Jiejie had many, many more questions, but she didn't know where to begin.
There's no time left.
Houtu Niangniang turned and left: "After the underworld disappears, the Bo River will become even wider. In that instant of change, you will see me in the Bo River, drifting with the current. Pick me up, and I will be your food. The opportunity is only for that one moment, only once. I wish you success."
Watching Houtu Niangniang's departing figure, Hao Jiejie felt a strange emotion surging within her core senses.
Regret, reluctance, anticipation, and a touch of guilt.
Such a variety of emotions were something she had never experienced or possessed before.
Hao Jiejie thought that the soup might be poisoned.
She drank a bowl of soup and then felt reluctant to leave.
My fellow villager, Octopus, drank almost the entire pot of soup and then became completely different.
Since that transaction, Hao Jiejie has often gazed towards the battlefield.
The day the underworld disappeared came very suddenly.
The collapse of the underworld began in Pojiang.
The reflection of that starry river, which had stretched across the underworld and flowed for countless millennia, suddenly stopped.
A deep abyss split open in the river, and billions of eerie blue lights gushed out from the riverbed, as if the entire Bo River had been overturned from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread from the Bo River to the River of Oblivion, and the waters of the River of Oblivion flowed back into the Naihe Bridge. The figure selling Meng Po's soup was no longer on the bridge; her white bones were buried deep in the swampy plains.
Houtu Niangniang stood north of the Bo River, her feet resting on the nine-colored Breath Soil, and her hand holding the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc.
Her divine form stretched across the entire underworld, causing the earth to sink three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and the sky to rise nine li (approximately 33 meters).
As the Wheel of Reincarnation spins in her palm, the birth and death of all beings in the six realms flow across its surface.
Beings in the Heavenly Realm are born and immediately perish, while beings in the Hell Realm are born and immediately perish; life and death on the disc form an endless circle.
She raised her hand, and the Wheel of Reincarnation flew out of her palm, swelling in the wind and transforming into a gigantic wheel that blotted out the sky, crushing towards the opposite side.
The black mist opposite did not retreat. A hand emerged from the mist, its knuckles bony, with broken chains of rules wrapped around its fingers. At the end of each chain dragged a still-beating soul core.
He clenched his fist and slammed it onto the Wheel of Reincarnation.
The Wheel of Reincarnation flew back, and the beings of the six realms on its surface simultaneously let out screams of agony. Half of the Heavenly Realm was shattered, and the Human Realm was cracked with three lines. The Goddess Houtu caught the Wheel of Reincarnation, her tiger's mouth splitting open, and blood flowed down the surface of the wheel into the Hell Realm. The beings in the Hell Realm, drenched in her blood, actually stood up from the surface of the wheel and began to tear at the other five realms.
The cycle of reincarnation is spiraling out of control.
"This world has only one master, and that is my lord!" The voice of the City Lord of Rebirth City descended from the black mist, each word carrying the crisp sound of breaking chains of rules.
"It's time to put an end to this struggle that has lasted for billions of years!"
He raised his hand, and four cities rose from the ground.
Across the entire continent, walls formed of black mist stretched from the south of the Po River all the way to the horizon.
The Goddess Houtu spread out the nine-colored soil, which transformed into fertile land stretching for thousands of miles beneath her feet.
The soil continued to grow, and the four great cities continued to press down. The two forces collided in the very center of the underworld, and the shockwaves spread upstream and downstream along the River of Oblivion.
A trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of Houtu Niangniang's mouth.
Her blood dripped onto the Breath Soil, causing it to grow wildly. The vines grew as thick as ancient trees, and countless golden branches and leaves rose from the ground, entwining the walls of the City of the Dead and locking the limbs of the City Lord of the City of the Dead.
However, with his broken body, how slim is his chance of winning against 4 opponents!
Finally, the Nine-Colored Breath Soil shattered.
The Wheel of Reincarnation in Houtu Niangniang's hand flew backward, the nine-colored divine light was scattered, her Dharma form was shattered, and her body fell from a height of 90,000 miles, crashing through the city tower of the City of No Return, crashing through the riverbed of the River of Oblivion, crashing into the roof of the palace of the City of the Dead, and finally falling into the Bo River.
Just as the city lord of the City of Rebirth was about to press his advantage, Hao Jiejie fell into the Bojiang River like a shooting star, stuffing Houtu Niangniang into a pot and putting the lid on.
The other three city lords...
This guy is really good at finding bargains.
"You...spit her out."
Hao Jiejie ignored her; anything that went into her pot was hers, and no one could take it away.
The other three city lords tried everything they could, but failed to pry open the pot lid and had to admit defeat.
Never mind, it's just a wreckage. If Hao Jiejie wants it, give it to her.
The underworld has such a spacious area and so many magical treasures that it's enough to feed the three city lords to their hearts' content.
Hao Jiejie squatted at [Zirantang], wholeheartedly simmering soup.
This soup is even harder to endure than the soup used to cook Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness).
Like a piece of ancient ice, the temperature of the soup drops sharply with each bit of melting.
This is the process of slowly boiling a frog in water. Houtu Niangniang is the water seller, and Hao Jiejie is the frog.
By the time Hao Jiejie realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
Consciousness and emotions condensed over countless billions of years are washing over her memories as a culinary god.
Who am I? Where am I? What do I really want to do?
She divided her immense energy into numerous clones, each carrying a portion of Houtu Niangniang's memories.
This long stalemate has finally come to a conclusion.
The lid was lifted, and the broth had evaporated completely.
Hao Jiejie looked coldly toward the swamp platform. Having absorbed the consciousness of Houtu Niangniang, she knew Houtu Niangniang's backup plan and that they were waiting for an heir.
Hao Jiejie withdrew her gaze and thought indifferently, what does this have to do with her?
Regardless of who wins or loses, they are all just prisoners.
Among prisoners, is there any distinction between noble and lowly?
(End of this chapter)