The boat girl and her father saw that there was no way to escape, exchanged a glance, and suddenly each raised a foot and heavily stamped down. Heaven and earth reversed, the Qu Shang River hung upside down, and the painted boat had already appeared in the Underworld!
That pair of father and daughter revealed their true forms: they were two horse-headed ghosts and gods, hundreds of feet tall, with clusters of ghostly fire all over their bodies!
The boatman held a bamboo pole like a giant spear that pierced through heaven and earth, and shouted sternly, "Zhong Kui, others might fear you, but my father and daughter do not!"
They were now located within Western Capital City. As the boat girl and her father dragged them into the Underworld, one unimaginably magnificent Primordial Spirit after another instantly manifested in the sky, reigning supreme over the firmament.
Those were the Primordial Spirits of existences in the Great Ascension stage, matchless in might and unapproachable by ghosts and gods!
Their gazes pierced through the Yin and Yang Worlds, keeping everything clearly in view.
The Underworld of the Western Capital was ten thousand times larger than the Yang World. These Primordial Spirits were scattered about in twos and threes, suppressing their respective territories.
Attracted by the commotion over here, they cast their gazes over one after another, each revealing looks of shock. "Three ghosts and gods? No, there are four!"
"And Chen Shi is among them as well!"
Zhong Kui did not make a move. The Tie Chi behind them had already revealed the true form of an ox-headed rakshasa, about a thousand feet tall, with a body like an iron mountain standing tall amidst the clouds. With a single slap downward, the boatman turned around, roared, and thrust out his great