Hell's Grand Development! The Sages' Construction Mobilization Meeting!

The official positions in the underworld have been finalized.

This "conferring ceremony," personally presided over by Hongjun Daozu and gathering all the top beings in the Primordial World, ended hastily in an almost absurd manner.

The Sage and Ancestral Witch dispersed.

But their hearts burned even hotter when they left than when they arrived.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The figures of the Three Pure Ones coalesced and took shape almost simultaneously.

With a blank expression, Yuanshi Tianzun waved his sleeve, and the "Primordial World Sandbox" that Lin Shen had scribbled all over slowly appeared in the void.

His gaze was fixed on the crooked "underworld" area on the sand table, marked out by his little finger.

There, there was a building scribbled with the words "Brother Duobao's Super Treasure Trove," and next to it was even a little figure with drooling.

There was an area named "Brother Qiankun's Gudugu Gudugu Stewing Meat Big Pool," with a few innocent and playful wavy lines rising from it, representing the heat.

Even in the corner, there was a thatched hut that was specially marked out and labeled "Uncle Zhurong's Iced Sour Plum Drink Rest Room".

Yuanshi Tianzun's temple throbbed suddenly.

His meticulously crafted, grand, and aesthetically pleasing vision of the underworld, based on the Heavenly Dao Order and framed by the Myriad Stars Array, paled in comparison to his young apprentice's "blueprint," brimming with the warmth and realities of everyday life...

It seemed so cold.

That was... utterly inhuman.

"Cough."

A soft cough broke the silence within the Yuxu Palace.

The Tongtian Jiaozhu stepped forward, staring at the graffiti, his smile almost overflowing, filled with the glee of someone who loves to watch a good show.

"Second Brother, see? I told you so! Your set of rules and regulations won't work."

"The underworld, to put it bluntly, is just a new home for those 'kids' who have made mistakes. You've made it like a prison; who would want to come here?"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and he pointed at the sand table.

"Our Shen'er is so clever! Look at this design!"

"There's money to be made (from the treasure trove), food to eat (stewed meat), and employee benefits are top-notch (in the break room)! This is true humane management, this is true simplicity!"

He spoke with great enthusiasm, feeling that his little apprentice was a kindred spirit sent from heaven on his path to becoming a "Play Sage."

The Yuanshi Tianzun swept a cold glance over, but unusually, he did not utter a rebuttal.

He was saddened to discover that he couldn't refute a single word of it.

"Shen'er's words have their own logic."

Taiqing Laozi, who had been resting with his eyes closed as if detached from everything, slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

His eyes, devoid of sorrow or joy, seemed to reflect the passage of time.

"The underworld has just been established, and everything needs to be rebuilt."

"Instead of just talking about grand principles, let's... take action."

Laozi spoke slowly, each word like a guiding star striking the hearts of his two junior brothers.

"Shen'er has drawn up the 'blueprint,' we, as his teachers, should help him turn that blueprint into reality."

Upon hearing this, both Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu trembled.

Yes!

What's the point of arguing here?

Let's get started!

Let the final product speak for itself!

A hint of arrogance flashed in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes. He wanted to use the most perfect Dao Patterns and the most regular structure to build a building that best suited his little disciple's concept of a "treasure trove"!

The Tongtian Jiaozhu was beaming with excitement; he was already calculating which sword energy would be most efficient in digging up that "stewed meat pool"!

At this moment, a silent but powerful infighting among Sage over the "underworld construction project" suddenly began.

The West, Mount Sumeru.

The sacred mountain, which had just been hastily covered with nine more layers of gold leaf, was now radiating a dazzling brilliance that was almost blinding.

The two brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti, sat cross-legged under the largest golden Bodhi Tree.

The unchanging look of suffering on their faces had long been replaced by a near-manic excitement.

"Senior brother! Did you hear that! Did you hear that!"

Zhunti frantically swipe the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand, which radiated golden light and made the already shiny golden ground beneath his feet even brighter.

"My Little Ancestor said it himself! Trade little stars for little crosses!"

"This... this is the supreme method tailor-made for my Western Teachings!"

The Sage Jieyin was also in tears, wiping them away with his sleeve while frantically transmitting his thoughts in his signature sobbing voice:

"Junior brother! We have endured countless eons of suffering, and finally... finally, the true opportunity for the great prosperity of the West has arrived!"

"We must not only take charge of the 'Merit and Karma Calculation Department,' but also expand and strengthen this 'star-counting' business!"

"We must let the Three Realms and Six Paths, all the myriad races, and all living beings know this!"

"If you want to avoid suffering after death and be reborn into a good family, the only way is to the west!"

Two dazzling golden lights shot out from Zhunti's eyes, and an extremely grand business blueprint instantly formed in his mind.

"Senior brother is absolutely right! We should immediately set about establishing a complete 'merit exchange system'!"

"Listen to the scriptures at my Western Spirit Mountain for one hour, and you will receive 0.1 Merit Star!"

"Paving roads and planting trees in the West will earn you a Merit Star!"

"If you can guide a Daluo Golden Immortal into my Western Teachings, you will be rewarded with one hundred Merit Star! A seven-day luxury tour of Mount Ling is also included, featuring Sage preaching and plenty of Bodhi fruits!"

"Wonderful! Junior Brother!" Jieyin his hands in praise, his voice trembling with joy as he cried. "We will also establish a 'Karma Removal VIP Service'! Anyone with heavy Sins can have their karma removed by paying the full amount of incense and spiritual treasures, and we Sage will personally recite scriptures and pray for them!"

"This move will not only greatly expand our Western influence, but also demonstrate our compassionate heart—a win-win situation!"

The two Sage spoke one after another, becoming more and more excited as they talked, as if they could already see in the endless future countless beings holding Innate Spiritual Treasure, crying and shouting, kneeling at the Mount Sumeru, just to ask for a "Merit Platinum Membership Card"—an unprecedented spectacle.

Beihai, Demon Master Palace.

The Old Ancestor Kunpeng was looking at his resplendent "Supreme Sky Dome" and sighing deeply.

Today's journey, seemingly glorious, was a grand display of his "Travel Dao" before the great beings of the heavens.

In reality, it was a huge loss!

They brought in so many top-tier figures, but in the end, only those three stingy old folks, Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin, each threw away a single Houtian Spiritual Treasure as their ticket.

The rest, including the Three Pure Ones, are all freebies!

They didn't even say "thank you, master!"

Just as he was feeling the pinch of the money he had just spent on replenishing the spiritual vein, a decree from the Demon Emperor, imbued with the aura of the Solar True Fire, descended from the heavens.

"Demon Master Kunpeng, heed my decree!"

Kunpeng was startled and quickly bowed in respect.

"His Majesty orders you to immediately open a round-trip route between the Heavenly Court and the Netherworld, ensuring that there is a ship available at all times, regardless of wind or rain!"

"Furthermore, any member of our demon race who rides this route can enjoy a 50% discount as an internal employee upon presentation of their 'Demon God Certificate'! Those who have rendered great service can ride for free upon presentation of a note personally approved by His Majesty!"

Upon hearing this, the Old Ancestor Kunpeng felt dizzy and nearly fell headfirst from the palace into the North Sea.

Good heavens!

Are they really treating him like a "bus driver" for the demon race?

They're even offering internal discounts?

They actually think they can get something for free using a fake approval slip?!

He felt that his path to becoming a "Travel Sage" was heading in a bizarre direction called "Primordial World Didi Chuxing," with no turning back.

The Netherworld Sea of Blood.

The construction of the underworld has been officially put on the agenda.

However, on the first day of work, all the Sage and Ancestral Witch who had rushed over excitedly, ready to show their skills, were collectively dumbfounded.

They encountered an unprecedented problem.

No blueprints.

Or rather, Lin Shen's graffiti was too abstract, too stream-of-consciousness, and simply impossible to construct.

How big will this "super treasure vault" be? What materials will it be made of? How many doors will it have?

What kind of fire is used to stew the meat in the "Gudugu Gudugu Stewing Meat Big Pool"? Is it the All-Heavenly Divine Fire of Zhurong, or the Six Ding Divine Fire of the Taiqing Saint? Who's responsible if it burns?

Also, is the Sour Plum Drink in that "iced Sour Plum Drink lounge" sweet or salty?!

One after another, seemingly trivial construction problems, yet fundamental to the Origin of the Great Dao, were presented to everyone.

No one dared to start construction without authorization.

What if what's built doesn't suit that Little Ancestor's taste? Wouldn't that be like trying to flatter someone who's actually doing something futile?

Just as the group of top-tier figures from the Primordial World were staring at each other, scratching their heads in confusion...

The figure of Hongjun Daozu quietly appeared.

In his arms, he still held Lin Shen, who had slept well and was now full of energy, chasing after a small black fish formed from karma, running all over the place.

"Gentlemen, it seems we've encountered a problem." Hongjun looked at the group of helpless bigwigs with a smile.

"Teacher! It's not that your disciples haven't been diligent, but... this blueprint is too profound, containing the supreme Dao, which we ordinary mortals simply cannot comprehend!" Zhunti the first to stand up, his face full of suffering, putting on a very convincing performance of his grievances.

"Yes, yes!" Zhurong echoed in a muffled voice, "We'd love to work, but our Little Ancestor hasn't given us the recipe for this Sour Plum Drink!"

Hongjun smiled and shook his head.

He walked to Lin Shen's side, picked him up, pointed to the empty, desolate, and ghostly place below, and asked softly in a persuasive tone:

"Shen'er, look, it's all empty here, there's nothing there."

"Didn't you want to build a huge treasure trove for Brother Duobao?"

"Come on, tell everyone, what kind of treasure trove do you want?"