Reincarnation Stone said with annoyance, "You just remembered? Your brother's behavior is entirely a reflection of your own shortcomings. Shi Ye has already sent him up."
Yun Zhi Yue playfully ruffled Reincarnation Stone's red hair, saying, "Little Stone is truly a virtuous wife."
"What did you say? Yun Zhi Yue, are you looking for trouble?"
The two of them chased and teased each other as they descended to the very bottom of Wu Jian in the eighteen layers of Purgatory.
It was Reincarnation Stone's first time here. If one were to say that Wu Jian had nothing, it was pitch black; yet if one were to say it had everything, in the blink of an eye, there was suddenly so much around.
Especially as the memories of the shattered souls began to swirl in Reincarnation Stone's mind, the more painful it became, the more it demanded to be endured over and over again.
As the Buddhist chant echoed, Reincarnation Stone's mind cleared. Taking deep breaths, they thought how terrifying Wu Jian was—how could anyone stay here?
Turning back to look at Yun Zhi Yue, Reincarnation Stone noticed that he had already laid down comfortably, stretching his waist.
"Come over and sleep together. Listening to the Buddhist teachings while sleeping is one of life's greatest pleasures. Only I and the previous Meng Po had this privilege."
Ksitigarbha wouldn't communicate with them; calling me here was just to listen to the Buddhist teachings. Come on, let’s sleep together.
Reincarnation Stone's mouth twitched but obediently moved to lie down next to Yun Zhi Yue.
The sutras flowed into their ears and permeated their bodies, bringing a profound sense of relaxation and comfort.
Before long, Reincarnation Stone closed her eyes and drifted into slumber alongside Yun Zhi Yue. What dreams awaited them? Perhaps it was a blue sky, clouds drifting lazily, a gentle breeze caressing the grasslands, and the scent of ripened grains wafting through the air.
A dream could last ten years; for cultivators at their level, time passed like lightning.
In the underworld, a new king was being appointed, inviting all to witness.
Invitations sent across heaven and earth stirred unrest everywhere. This was the underworld—a mysterious place where no one was seen—yet it was opening its doors wide?
The Heavenly Emperor moved; Han She Clan and Yun Shijiu declared themselves as Yun Di and expanded their territories everywhere, creating chaos. The underworld was hosting a grand ceremony for the succession of its king during this tumultuous time.
The key moment was that this new king had only recently become Ming Hou—Yun Zhi Yue—who was also known as Sister Yun Di in the heavenly realm.
It was said that after the Phoenix Clan's destruction, she had played a significant role in it.
The name Yun Zhi Yue had become known far and wide; some were shocked, some envious, others disgusted—but everyone recognized it with reverence.
The succession of the underworld king implied that the previous king had died. This Ming Hou reportedly had no Long Live title; how exactly did she manage to subdue everyone in the underworld? Was it due to her connections in the heavenly realm?
That would be a great joke. Although mysterious, the underworld stood in opposition to the heavenly realm. If this generation’s king respected the heavenly realm, wouldn’t that be laughable?
Moreover, kings of the underworld were born from within; there had never been an outsider taking over. Whether or not this Heaven and Earth Bestow Mandate could even be accepted was another matter entirely.
With a sense of gossip and curiosity, the crowd followed the invitation's guidance and hurried toward the Underworld. Meanwhile, certain factions within the Underworld began to stir restlessly.
Perhaps they lacked the qualifications to compete in the Imperial Realm, but the Underworld had far more to offer than what was visible on the surface. If outsiders could take over the throne of the King of Hell, then surely these individuals would have their own ambitions. Yun Zhi Yue's abilities overshadowed all others, but if she were merely a figure with connections, well, that was another matter entirely.
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