Little Ancestor's Personal Appointment! Duobao Must Have a Seat!

The voice of the Yuanshi Tianzun, expounding on absolute order, still lingers above the Netherworld Sea of Blood.

The "Blueprint of the Underworld," constructed from billions of divine chains of runes, was intricate and grand, shimmering with the cold radiance of laws, which secretly impressed many powerful figures present.

This set of laws is indeed impeccable.

However, the Tongtian Jiaozhu was the first to scoff disdainfully.

"Second Brother, are you building an underworld or a second Heavenly Court? The rules and regulations are more complicated than the Heavenly Laws!"

Behind him, countless sword intents soared into the sky, their sharpness unmatched, causing the blueprint formed by the Order Divine Chains to shake violently.

"The soul is reincarnated to seek liberation, not to continue serving and suffering in another place!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu raised his eyebrows, full of vigor, and presented the Interception Sect's solution.

"In my opinion, the underworld only needs to establish a 'Reincarnation and Ferrying Department'!"

"Among my Interception Sect, those who understand freedom best are the most skilled at heart-to-heart talks! Let them serve as guides, chatting and drinking with those departed souls. When they have come to their senses, they can go to whichever realm of reincarnation they wish! This is true freedom!"

"Absurd!" Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes turned cold. "The cycle of life and death is the foundation of heaven and earth; how can you treat it so lightly!"

"That's what you call rigid and inflexible!" The Tongtian Jiaozhu retorted without backing down an inch.

Just as the infighting among the Three Pure Ones was about to erupt, a rough, thunderous voice boomed out.

"Stop arguing! I have something to say!"

Zhu Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of fire, took a step forward, his bronze muscles bulging and surging, his overwhelming murderous aura almost steaming the Blood Sea dry.

"To hell with rules and freedom! In the underworld, the most important thing is having the strongest fist!"

"Those who are disobedient or make mistakes, a beating will make them behave!"

"Beat him until he submits!"

"We, the Witch Clan, are strong and robust; we were born for this! The 'Hall of Punishment' in the Underworld should be guarded by the Twelve Ancestral Witches in rotation! I guarantee that not a single wronged soul will dare to cry out for justice, because if anyone does, I will personally confront them!"

Zhurong clenched his fist, which was larger than the head of an ordinary deity.

Click!

The cracking sound of bones breaking, and the terrifying power contained within, caused the several Sage nearby to glance at them slightly.

That shout completely ignited the entire audience.

"Enforcing the law? Our Dragon Clan governs the order of the four seas and is naturally responsible for controlling the clouds and rain and suppressing the water veins! The order of the flow of water in the 'River of Forgetfulness' and 'Yellow Springs Road' should rightfully be managed by our Dragon Clan!"

The Ancestral Dragon's voice was majestic and domineering, leaving no room for doubt.

"Ridiculous! My Phoenix Clan is born with the Nirvana Divine Fire, capable of purifying the resentment of all things and cleansing the karmic burdens of souls! Who but my Phoenix Clan is worthy of such a task?"

With a single glance from Yuanfeng's beautiful phoenix eyes, the oppressive power of the Southern Bright Leaving Fire caused the surrounding blood to boil instantly.

"If we're talking about merit, who can compare to our Western Paradise? My fellow disciple and I are willing to transform our bodies into a bridge, day and night, on the Bridge of Helplessness to Saving All Sentient Beings..."

The Saint Zhunti once again squeezed out two lines of compassionate tears and began his familiar performance.

"Shut up, all of you! My 'Asura Killing Ground' is the perfect place to settle those fierce and warlike battle spirits! Who else but me is the Asura Path Lord!"

The Ancestor Minghe also turned red, and he fully joined the battle.

In an instant, on the Blood Sea Dao Platform, the laws of the Great Dao flew wildly, and the pressure of Sage clashed.

This place is no longer a forum for philosophical discussions; it has completely degenerated into a bustling marketplace where people scramble for government positions.

Hongjun Daozu watched this scene expressionlessly, only feeling waves of pain deep within his divine sense.

He understood.

Expecting these guys to discuss it amongst themselves would mean they still wouldn't be able to figure things out by the next great eon.

Ultimately, whoever has the stronger fist and the more powerful weapon will be in the right.

Hongjun sighed softly.

His gaze swept past all the noisy figures and finally landed on the little guy who had looked completely oblivious the whole time.

Lin Shen was nestled in Taiqing Laozi's arms, holding Yuanshi Tianzun's "Primordial World Sandbox" magic weapon, having a great time.

He used his little finger to poke a bottomless pit in the sand table and named it "Super Invincible Bathtub".

Then they created a majestic sacred mountain, gave it four short legs, and made it run wildly across the sand table continent.

He turned a deaf ear to the great battles around him that were enough to determine the future of the Primordial World for billions of years.

Hongjun suddenly revealed a meaningful smile.

He flicked his sleeve lightly.

An extremely gentle yet irresistible force swept across the entire area in an instant.

All the arguments and the roar of the laws were instantly soothed and erased.

All the top experts present felt as if their mouths were being tightly covered by an invisible hand, preventing them from uttering even a single Dao sound.

The entire venue fell silent once more.

"What you all say is reasonable."

Hongjun spoke slowly, but his gaze remained fixed on Lin Shen.

"However, the affairs of the underworld are related to the cycle of life and death in the Primordial World, and cannot be monopolized by the private interests of a single sect."

"Since you can't reach an agreement, then... ask the one who is the most selfless."

Hongjun's voice carried a rare hint of mockery.

He spoke to the little one, who was still engrossed in playing with the sandbox, in the gentlest of voices:

"Shen'er, stop playing and come help your grandpa and the Master with something."

Lin Shen raised his head, his big, dark eyes filled with confusion.

Hongjun pointed to the group of silent bigwigs below and patiently persuaded them.

"Look, all these uncles and elders want to go work in that new home called 'the Underworld'."

"But there aren't enough seats."

"Why don't you help them divide it up and see who's best suited for what, okay?"

Upon hearing this statement...

The hearts of all the bigwigs skipped a beat!

Not again?!

Another one of these completely illogical "on-site assignments"?!

In an instant, everyone's gaze abruptly shifted from each other and focused entirely on Lin Shen's innocent little face.

Their eyes held an unprecedented level of piety, eagerness, and tension.

Those faces, once stern, compassionate, or fierce, now displayed the most benevolent expressions, as if they were all silently crying out:

Pick me! Pick me! I'm super well-behaved!

Looking at this group of big shots whose demeanor had suddenly changed, Lin Shen timidly shrank into his Laozi 'First Master arms.

Division of Labor?

Is it like when the First Master asked him to help distinguish which herb was sweet and which was bitter?

This is something he excels at!

Lin Shen's courage immediately grew.

He jumped down from Taiqing's arms, and with his short legs, he ran to the edge of the platform, like a little king inspecting his territory, and began to seriously "examine" the group of Primordial World giants below.

His little hand first pointed to the chubby senior brother who had been secretly swallowing his saliva since the beginning.

"Brother Qiankun!"

Lin Shen's voice was both sweet and crisp.

The Qiankun Food Sage was startled and instantly stood up straight, his face beaming with the most honest and simple smile.

"Senior Brother is the best cook! That little kid from the Hungry Ghost Path looks so pitiful, his stomach is always growling. Let Brother Qiankun cook for them! His Roasted Sweet Potato are so delicious!"

The Qiankun Food Sage was first stunned, then overjoyed so much that his whole body of fat trembled!

Hungry Ghost Path!

That's the department in charge of all sacrificial offerings and incense offerings! It's the most lucrative!

Then, Lin Shen pointed to Uncle-Master Minghe, who had been very nervous and was clutching the Asura Path flag tightly.

"Uncle-Master Minghe's game, <Asura! Don't Run!>, is really fun! The brothers and sisters in the Asura Path love to fight so much, so let Uncle-Master Minghe be their 'game administrator'!"

The Ancestor Minghe was overjoyed and almost kowtowed to Lin Shen on the spot. This position of Dao Lord was simply tailor-made for him!

Lin Shen's little finger pointed around in the crowd.

"Uncle Zhurong's fire is beautiful; he could be in charge of lighting the fires in hell!"

"Uncle Gonggong can turn into a water slide, River of Forgetfulness, it'll definitely be a lot of fun!"

"Jieyin and Zhunti love shiny things so much, let them be in charge of recording who has the most 'merit stars' and who has the most 'karmic crosses'! This job will definitely yield lots and lots of shiny things!"

Jieyin and Zhunti were so excited they almost cried; the wrinkles on their old faces were practically glowing.

Isn't this the power of a judge who wields the Book of Life and Death?!

Lin Shen's words, seemingly childish ramblings, actually matched each person's "specialty" with their "position" in the underworld in the most direct and simple way.

Just then, Lin Shen's gaze fell on an inconspicuous figure in the crowd.

That was his senior disciple, Daoist Duobao.

Duobao was squatting on the ground, his eyes shining as he examined a scale that had accidentally fallen from the Primordial Kirin. He muttered to himself, "This material, this Daoist aura... tsk tsk, I can refine at least three Houtian Spiritual Treasure when I get back..."

Lin Shen's eyes lit up when he saw him.

His little finger pointed firmly at Daoist Duobao.

"And also! Brother Duobao!"

The attention of all the bigwigs was instantly heightened.

Daoist Duobao, Tongtian's chief disciple, possessed high cultivation, but among this group of ancestors and Sage, he was truly insignificant.

Why did the Little Ancestor single him out?

Lin Shen Can announced loudly in an unquestionable and absolutely certain tone.

"There must be so many, many, many, many undiscovered treasures in the underworld!"

"Brother Duobao is the best treasure hunter and the best treasure counter in the entire Primordial World!"

"So!"

Lin Shen's face flushed red, and he shouted with all his might:

"Those ten halls used for judging bad people! We must! We must reserve the largest one for Brother Duobao!"

"Make him the highest-ranking official! Specifically in charge of..."

"Confiscate their property!"