Knowing Sage Houtu was present yet still provoking Saintly Might—Houtu had a good temper, but Wuji would show no mercy.
Thinking that Receiver and Cundi had his back and that he could act without restraint—if Wuji did not trouble him, whom should he trouble?
Looking at Ksitigarbha, who had already fallen into demonhood, Wuji waved his sleeve in disgust and took him into the universe within his palm.
He then tore open a spatial rift, threw Ksitigarbha into it, and paid him no further heed.
With a mere glance, he destroyed Ksitigarbha's monastery with a wave of his hand.
"Houtu, from now on, anyone who rashly interferes with the Netherworld Underworld shall be killed without mercy.
If a Saint causes trouble, inform me. I would not mind letting one or two Saints of the Primordial Wilderness fall." Aside from Wuji Mountain, the Netherworld Underworld was his territory. He would not allow others to lay a hand on it.
Before reaching Primordial Chaos, he could still tolerate it. But now, he would show no mercy.
The gap between the Three Realms, Abyss of Darkness.
Within a grim and eerie hall, a long-haired man sat surrounded by demonic aura, his presence astonishing.
Ancestor Wutian of the Demon Realm sat in the great hall when a figure in black robes entered. It was Black Robe, one of Ancestor Wutian's subordinates.
"Black Robe, how is the matter I entrusted to you progressing?" Wutian asked calmly.
"Reporting to Buddha Ancestor Wutian, Shakyamuni's plan to spread the Western Journey has already begun. The westward momentum has become inevitable! Buddha Ancestor, should we stop this?"
Black Robe reported cautiously.
Before he could finish speaking, Wutian suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The space within the hall began to ripple.
"Buddha Ancestor, be careful! Someone is attacking!" Black