If that's the case, it makes things a lot more convenient.

Digesting the State Preceptor's words, he remained silent for a long while before saying, "Then, is there a way to avoid disaster? Or anything to be cautious of?"

The State Preceptor seemed slightly taken aback, as if somewhat surprised, and suddenly revealed a sneer, saying, "No."

"The Netherworld Palace is such an existence that as long as it is remembered by someone, it will seep into the human world. Moreover, a certain surname has already begun to secretly burn incense to the Netherworld Palace, and it could fall into the human world from elsewhere at any time."

"Do you think that in the face of such an existence, there is still some method that can simply, like the Old Lord Mei and others in the past, destroy it without lifting a weapon?"

"No!"

"With the Netherworld Palace re-emerging, there's only such a stupid method; in this world, only those like you, with Ten Incense Sticks cultivation, might be able to stop it."

"Since you come to ask me, I will tell you."

"With your current Ten Incense Sticks cultivation and understanding of this world, you can discern whether what I say is true or false."

"Surely you haven't come to regret, or fear, at this point?"

"..."

"Fear?"

Hu Ma laughed; although the State Preceptor understood the other world, he seemed not to understand that some matters must always be taken lightly in attitude, but gravely in action.

However, he didn't bother to teach him anymore, just smiled, nodded, and said, "Since that's the case, I will wait for them in the dream, there must be a place on this Da'ai Mountain that allows people to rest, right?"

"No need to ask me, you are the Daluo Dharma Sect Leader, Da'ai Mountain is originally your turf."

Seeing him make this decision, the State Preceptor seemed a bit surprised again, only slightly shaking his head, replying with a sentence, then handed over a box containing the bones of successive Daluo Dharma Sect leaders, saying, "Bring this when you enter the dream."

"Abnormal magic has been thriving for only two hundred years, but our predecessors in the Daluo Dharma Sect have all seen through the myriad things of heaven and earth, they may not possess abnormal magic, but they are the ones closest to the essence of this world."

"With them, at a crucial moment, they might be able to guide you."

"..."

Hu Ma took the box, then found a spot under an ancient pine, hugged the box, sat cross-legged, and asked Little Hongtang and Calculation to protect him.

"As I close my eyes and sleep this time, there might be setbacks, but if I encounter danger, I will use the Shousui Sect Heaven and Earth Unmoving Seal to temporarily escape, leaving my belongings in the human world."

Instructing Calculation, he even had a faint smile on his face: "When the time comes, you will bring my remains back. Although I might die, my body still has great use, it can still help change the world."

"I have left the specific dharma method on paper, when the time comes, you deliver this letter to the protector Hu Shanchuan of the Red Lantern Lady's Club."

"..."

Hearing him suddenly say such things, Calculation was dumbfounded: "You... you're giving your last testament?"

"Don't speak such ominous words, only the necessary plans should be in place."

Hu Ma scolded Calculation, handed the letter into his hand, then calmly sat in meditation and slowly closed his eyes.

His words, Calculation could not disobey; only becoming increasingly worried.

Even Little Hongtang, rarely, showed a bit of concern and restlessness, but obediently leaned beside Hu Ma, just holding her bamboo basket, tighter and tighter.

"State Preceptor, what is he... doing again?"

While Hu Ma meditated under the tree, the State Preceptor went halfway up the mountain, adjusted some incense, and then the people of the Wang family finally found the chance to speak to him, appearing anxious and flustered:

"He came up the mountain to find you, but why? You... really taught him everything of the Daluo Dharma Sect?"

"..."

Faced with their worry and puzzlement, the State Preceptor remained briefly silent, then said in a low voice, "A person born into this world ought to have some pursuits, and for me, there are only two such pursuits."

"At first, I wanted to carve out an unprecedented path, which was to create White Jade City. If this method succeeded, I would surpass my master, the Ancestral Master, all past ancestors, even those Banished Immortals from other worlds."

"But I have already failed; this path has become empty talk, a laughing stock."

"..."

The people of the Wang family listened, their hearts even more troubled, and hastily said, "Then, what is the second thing?"

"The second thing..."

The State Preceptor suddenly sighed softly and said, "That is to see what this path looks like."

"As long as someone can come out, even if it's not me who walks it, it doesn't matter..."

"..."

The people of the Wang family did not necessarily understand his words, looking at each other, while the State Preceptor slowly closed his eyes, focusing his spirit and waiting. On Da'ai Mountain, it suddenly became quiet, the empty valley was serene, and the world turned dark.

It was unclear how much time had passed when a cold wind suddenly swept silently through the valley. The State Preceptor was the first to open his eyes and saw the ten incense sticks he had previously lit, all exuding a faint bluish mist.

Thread by thread, it slowly drifted forward up the mountain towards where Hu Ma sat, holding a skull, as if some eerie being quietly opened its eyes.

Calculation had yet to notice, looking here and there, while Little Hongtang beside Hu Ma suddenly looked slightly panicked, lifting her little face, worriedly glancing at Hu Ma's face.

...

...

"Now, young people really don't drag things out..."

Shangjing, before the ancestral hall.

Originally, there was the Ten Surnames Ancestral Hall here, but after the State Preceptor left the capital, the few other surnames took back their incense, leaving only the Hu Family's incense still present.

However, the old man guarding the ancestral hall remained as diligent as before, cleaning and burning incense every day, as if waiting for something, until the cold winds in Da'ai Mountain began to blow, he held his broom, sighing softly, a look of relief, even expectation, on his face.

Inside the ancestral hall, there was also the old man's voice, mixed in the wind, sighing softly: "Only him alone..."

"Wouldn't this be a bit too risky?"

"..."

"The child has his own thoughts, his knowledge and cultivation might already surpass ours, old sister, you can't keep up with him anymore..."

The old man guarding the ancestral hall sighed and said, "After this massacre, the Emperor's fate will no longer be the Emperor's fate, and even the weight of fate will no longer be important, making it impossible for anyone to reach the Return to Hometown Realm."

"This is indeed the last opportunity in the world to pursue the Returning Home Realm..."

Inside the ancestral hall, Granny's yin soul was unsteady, filled with concern: "But after all, they are all emperors, and my grandson is alone, and moreover..."

"Those ten ghosts have the Emperor's fate; doesn't the Hu Family have it now?"

The old man guarding the ancestral hall just smiled and said, "Those who can establish an ancestral hall here and enjoy incense are all with the Emperor's fate. Previously, the Emperor's fate was divided equally among the ten surnames, but now they're gone, leaving only the Hu Family's incense."

"Now, the Hu Family is the emperor, and in terms of fate, it is no different from those ten ghosts."

"Moreover, ever since he cultivated the tenth pillar of cultivation, he already had the preparation to transform the bridge. However, before this, he let go of his selfish desires and never stepped out..."

Saying this, he paused for a moment, and then softly said, "Of course, he could have once coveted the power the Li family and others dreamed of obtaining for the Hu family but never mentioned it. Now, he is willing to take risks to resist the Netherworld Palace..."

"This child now has a great obsession with returning home..."

"..."

"..."

In the meantime, on Da'ai Mountain, Hu Ma sat quietly, waiting for the Netherworld Palace to arrive. His expression was calm, facing what was to come with the most tranquil mind.

He knew that Calculation did not understand his actions, the State Preceptor might not understand, and the Wang family even less.

But this trip up the mountain, he was already prepared for, it's just that despite the turbulent emotions within, he kept them under control without showing them on his face.

The Reincarnator entered the world to save others, triggering the massacre.

And after realizing this, he had only one thought that constantly lingered in his mind: "Those who carry firewood for others must not let them freeze to death in wind and snow."

"I, must return home."