On this day, the Ten Palace Yama Kings sat upright in the Hall of Judgment, holding candles as they reviewed the scrolls. They sorted souls into the six paths according to the severity of good and evil, analyzing every detail without the slightest error.
Suddenly, a strange wind swept across the ground, and the tiles of the underworld trembled with a low hum. A clear radiance wrapped in a divine soul descended from the sky, heading straight for the human-path reincarnation platform! The souls waiting nearby to be reborn sensed that its power was extraordinary and scattered like the tide retreating from the shore. In an instant, the ghost officials were thrown into confusion, the underworld soldiers fell into disarray, and the entire Netherworld seethed like a boiling cauldron.
At the same time, the long-silent Houtu Palace suddenly burst forth with ten thousand beams of golden light, illuminating the Nine Serenities. Countless lonely souls stood frozen in place, tears gushing from their eyes. They fell to their knees with a thump and bowed deeply toward that divine radiance descending into the world. The sound of their foreheads striking the ground merged into one.
That was Fuxi descending into the mortal world. The human race was about to flourish, the tribulations were nearing their end, and the first light of dawn had appeared. The countless souls who still worried about their relatives in the mortal world suddenly felt a scorching warmth surge through their chests. Their throats choked, their knees weakened, and they collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly as tears and mucus streamed down their faces.
In the southwest of Jambudvipa, eight states stood side by side. A hundred li west of the eight states lived an ancient tribe. Several dozen li farther west lay Thunder Marsh. A god dwelled