Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was in a sorry state.
The Brocade Kasaya symbolized the face of Western Teachings was now covered in black mud unique to the underworld, and a huge bluish-purple swelling was now on his once smooth and shiny forehead.
He scrambled out of the human-shaped crater, not bothering to brush off the dust. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Qin Feng not far away, his chest heaving violently, clearly furious.
"You brat! This is outrageous!"
"This humble monk is a direct disciple of the Western Teachings, Great Vow Bodhisattva who vows not to become a Buddha until hell is emptied! How dare you..."
boom!
A violent aura belonging to the late Quasi-Saint stage, mixed with uncontrollable Buddhist fire, condensed behind him into a ferocious wrathful Vajra Dharma Form.
The entire space of the Netherworld creaked under the weight of this rage.
However.
Qin Feng, the person involved, didn't even lift an eyelid.
He acted as if he hadn't heard the howling of the "mad dog" behind him at all, and even thoughtfully tidied Houtu's sideburns that had been ruffled by the Houtu.
"Don't look, it'll offend your eyes."
Qin Feng took Houtu's hand and sat down naturally on a flat bluestone, his tone as leisurely as if he were admiring flowers in his own backyard.
"Isn't he going to attack?"
Houtu glanced hesitantly at Dizang, who was on high alert and ready to Ksitigarbha to the death, clearly not used to this style of fighting that completely ignored the opponent.
Logically, shouldn't we press our advantage and drive this bald monk straight back to his western homeland?
What's the rush?
Qin Feng casually conjured a pot of Spirit Tea, poured a cup for Houtu, and a playful smile played on his lips.
"Let him fly for a while."
"We've just reunited, and the atmosphere is so wonderful. Fighting would spoil the mood. Why don't we sit down, chat about life, and talk about our dreams?"
Houtu was taken aback for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
She took the teacup, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration and tenderness as she looked at Qin Feng.
Such composure in the Mount Tai of imminent collapse, such domineering attitude of regarding Quasi-Saint as mere weeds—who else in the Primordial World could match this man before them?
"Alright, I'll do as you say, young master."
She sat obediently beside Qin Feng, ignoring the furious Ksitigarbha, and even completely concealed her Saintly Might.
"Since this is a discussion of principles, I cannot hold back my own knowledge."
Qin Feng put down his teacup but did not utter any obscure or difficult scriptures.
He simply closed his eyes slowly.
Buzz--
A profound and Chaos Qi, seemingly born before heaven and earth, encompassing all things yet transcending them, emanated from his body.
This is not Magic Power, but the essence of Tao.
It was the Great Dao Origin within his Chaos Undying Body.
Houtu sensed something and closed her eyes as well.
The illusory image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation behind her slowly rotated, and a profound and weighty Earthly Dao law, bearing the life, death, fortune, and misfortune of all living beings, quietly flowed, intertwining with Qin Feng's Chaos Qi.
There was no verbal communication.
At this moment, their souls touched and merged without reservation.
This is a more intimate and fundamental exchange than physical contact.
Rumble--!!!
The moment their souls touched, the originally gloomy and terrifying underworld underwent a dramatic transformation.
Flowers rained down from the sky, Golden Lotuses Springing from the Earth.
Countless Chaos God and Devil and World Creation flashed by in the void; the cycle of birth and death of the Six Paths of Reincarnation constantly evolved around the two of them.
An indescribable, profound melody echoed throughout the entire Netherworld.
The vengeful spirits and ghosts who had been frightened and scattered in all directions by Ksitigarbha's Buddha light now seemed to hear their mother's call and quieted down one by one.
The hostility and resentment on their faces melted away rapidly under the baptism of this sound, and their eyes became clear and peaceful.
No need for conversion or chanting.
The mere lingering resonance from their discussion was enough to make hundreds of millions of souls relinquish their obsessions, willingly kowtowing three times to the two figures on the bluestone before transforming into specks of light and plunging into the Well of Reincarnation.
Even the River of Oblivion, which is usually turbulent and teeming with life, has become as docile as a lamb, with its waters crystal clear and free of any fishy stench.
"This... this is..."
Just as Ksitigarbha was preparing to unleash a powerful attack, he froze on the spot.
He looked at his own wrathful Vajra Dharma Form, and under the aftershocks of their debate, it seemed to crumble and melt away inch by inch, like snow under the scorching sun!
His proud Buddhist teachings and his arduous cultivation over millions of years were as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this advanced law that combined chaos and the Earthly Dao's essence!
Let alone an attack.
He can't even get within a hundred feet of that blue stone now!
The overwhelming pressure from both the level of life and the laws of the Dao made him feel like an infant who hadn't yet learned to walk, trying to throw punches at two fully armed giants.
ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.
It turns out that they weren't too disdainful to help; they simply felt... he wasn't worthy!
at the same time.
Deep within the netherworld, inside ten majestic and imposing halls.
Ten powerful auras soared into the sky, only to abruptly stop mid-air, transforming into ten trembling figures hiding behind the clouds to peek.
They are the actual administrators of the underworld, the Ten Palace Yama Kings.
King Qin Guang, who was at the head of the group, was soaked in cold sweat in his black Dragon Robe, and the Judge's Brush in his hand was trembling slightly.
"My goodness..."
"Is that the Empress Houtu? And who is that white-robed man next to her? He's actually sitting on equal footing with Empress, and even... dominating the discussion?!"
The King of Hell beside him swallowed hard, his charcoal-black face filled with terror and awe.
"It's not just about being equals."
"Didn't you all notice? That bald monk Ksitigarbha was left out in the Ksitigarbha, not even given a chance to interject!"
"That was Quasi-Saint! In front of that white-robed Great Powers, he was nothing but a clown!"
King Chu Jiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
"The world has changed."
"A true god has arrived in our underworld!"
"From now on Empress Laozi, what are the Heavenly Court and the Western Teachings compared to us!"
The Ten Palace Yama Kings exchanged glances, each seeing the excitement and fervor in the other's eyes.
Although they were appointed by the Heavenly Court, their roots were in the Underworld, and they had had enough of being ordered around by various forces.
Now that their own Empress has become a saint, she has brought back such an incredibly powerful son-in-law.
His posture instantly straightened!
The group dared not delay, straightened their clothes, and knelt down neatly at the edge of the oppressive aura of the Great Dao, performing the highest level of respect towards the blue stone.
And on the bluestone.
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, looked at Houtu in his arms with her pretty face slightly flushed and her Houtu becoming increasingly unfathomable, and nodded in satisfaction.
"It seems that the potential of this Earthly Dao is even greater than I imagined."
He turned his head, his gaze passing over the strange phenomena in the sky, and finally landing on the bald man who was almost driven to the brink of despair.
"Is the performance over?"
Qin Feng stretched lazily, his tone languid.
"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave."
"Perfect timing, my Eighteen Levels of Hell are short of a gatekeeper."