Who Doesn't Want Their Blood to Boil?

Back then, the most devastating battlefield had actually been the Underworld.

At the very least, the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain had remained intact, while the Underworld was covered in dust and ruins.

No one knew how long it would take to completely restore it.

"Soul Summoning!"

Du Ziren still floated in midair, his face somewhat pale. Yet he gritted his teeth, clutched the Ghost Seal in his hand, and roared.

The path of reincarnation suddenly erupted with a powerful suction force. At that moment, the entire world seemed to tremble silently.

It was as though the laws between heaven and earth had changed.

Clearly, nothing had changed, yet it felt as if the air between heaven and earth had become slightly fresher.

After doing all this, Du Ziren suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky. There was no longer any energy fluctuation within him.

Lu Qing caught him expressionlessly, sensed the state of his body, and frowned slightly. "You were too reckless. You overdrawn your potential and might even fall in cultivation."

But Du Ziren looked unconcerned. Casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stood up. "Heh, Ksitigarbha gave his life to become reincarnation itself. Why would I care about such a minor loss in cultivation?"

But Lu Qing shook his head. "Nonsense!"

"Your strength is currently the greatest asset to the Underworld!"

"The path of reincarnation could have opened a few days later!"

Du Ziren fell silent for a moment, steadied his injuries, then let out a long breath and looked at Lu Qing calmly. "I admit that you are very wise."

"I also admit that everything you said is right."

"But you are too calm. Calm to the point of being frightening."

"It leaves us old fellows wondering