This Daoist Priest Actually Dares to Claim the Netherworld as His Territory?

Empress Pingxin truthfully told him of the crisis here and asked him to step in and break the deadlock.

She herself was still at the crucial stage of merging with and refining the Earthly Dao, and it was not advisable for her to act rashly.

To Li Tian, this small matter was no more than the lift of a hand, and he readily agreed.

When he arrived, he happened to see the Ten Yama Kings locked in a bloody battle with an ancient ferocious beast.

His heart stirred, and his interest was immediately piqued—such a world-shaking clash came only once in a thousand years. How could he possibly miss it?

The Underworld had occupied the Great Desolation Continent for ages and possessed deep foundations. This was the perfect chance to see what it truly carried beneath the surface.

After all, the Netherworld was the very foundation of the Earthly Dao.

If the Earthly Dao was to stand firm, it first had to forge an unbreakable alliance with the Underworld;

indeed, it might even need to bring it completely under control before the entire camp could become an iron-walled encirclement, able to attack when advancing and defend when retreating.

By contrast, the Heavenly Dao Camp had suffered one devastating blow after another and was gravely weakened. It would be hard for it to mount a counterattack anytime soon.

The several saints were growing ever more suspicious of one another, and the cracks between them were difficult to mend;

and with him having publicly exposed Hongjun's schemes earlier, the Heavenly Dao Camp would likely soon stage a spectacle of mutual slaughter and sabotage.

This was precisely the golden window for the Earthly Dao to gather strength and advance steadily, step by step.

To suppress the Heavenly Dao, one ultimately had to rely