Minghe and Tongtian Ascend Together

Netherworld.

Yin energy surged. Beneath the dim, dark canopy of the sky, an extraordinarily intense fluctuation of law rippled out from the depths of the Netherworld.

That fluctuation was incomparably thick and profound, carrying an utterly pure aura of blood and baleful intent, yet it was also rapidly retracting, refining, transforming toward a state of perfect harmony without flaw.

Pingxin sat upright in the main seat and turned her head to look toward the Netherworld Sea of Blood.

That was the place where Minghe had gone into seclusion.

Outside the palace doors, a streak of escaping light descended, and Zhen Yuanzi strode into the hall.

He flicked his sleeves and cupped his hands in a bow toward Pingxin on the main seat.

"Greetings, Your Ladyship."

Pingxin raised a hand in indication. "Daoist Friend need not stand on ceremony."

Zhen Yuanzi straightened and turned to look in the direction where Minghe was in seclusion.

"Congratulations, Your Ladyship. Felicitations, Your Ladyship."

"This fluctuation is growing steadier and steadier. He is only a layer of window paper away from that final step."

"The Netherworld will very soon gain another Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin."

"Daoist Friend Minghe endured for countless Eons. This can also be called the end of bitterness and the arrival of sweetness."

Pingxin looked toward the Sea of Blood.

"He has great perseverance."

Pingxin recalled Minghe's earlier manner of bowing and scraping. Able to bend and able to stretch—he was a figure in his own right. For the sake of proving the Dao, he could bear to give up anything.

"Indeed."

"Back then in Purple Firmament Palace, he and I were both among the three thousand guests of Purple Firmament."

"At that time, he was proud and arrogant, and put no one in his eyes."

"Later, for the sake