Martial Arts, What a Cheater

"Ki... King of Fengdu, you succeeded in refining it?" Seeing Meng Po fly toward the far shore of the Bridge of Helplessness, Bodhisattva Yixing asked in confusion.

There was no helping it. Central Bhadrapala Pure Land had not come into contact with a Great Dao for ten thousand years, so they were extremely unfamiliar with refining a Great Dao of Rules.

It was only because of the Golden Light Great Dao that, when Yixing looked at Chen Luo now, he felt Buddhist light radiating in all directions, practically blinding his wisdom eyes. Even his question had taken on a respectful tone.

Chen Luo waved his hand. "It doesn't count as refining. You could only say I recruited it."

"The spirit of Wangchuan—oh, that is, Meng Po—still exercises the rules of life, death, and oblivion, but she voluntarily integrated this authority into my Netherworld Palace."

"In other words, the one exercising the rules now is the position of Meng Po. The Netherworld Palace can replace Meng Po at any time!"

Seeing the puzzled look on Yixing's face, Chen Luo explained again, "You can understand it as using the rules of Wangchuan as protection money, leaving her the qualification to continue existing as a spirit body."

"Speaking of which, it was also because a predecessor of the Buddhist sect refined it correctly back then, using great compassion to give the rules a spirit. That was how she came to exist."

"She could submit so decisively for three reasons."

"First, as a spirit body, she possesses an instinct for survival."

"Second, I used the Mortal World Seven Emotions as material and promised her authority over the rules. She can also use this to cultivate true emotions and escape the shackles of a spirit body."

"Finally, it was for the sake of the Buddhist