The Netherworld Underworld.
Pingxin Hall.
Yin energy lay thick and chilling, yet it held not the slightest trace of evil strangeness. Instead, an air of solemnity and majesty permeated the place.
Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book in hand and was reporting the Underworld's recent operations to Pingxin in a clear, methodical voice, each point precise and proper.
"The Eighteen Layers of Hell have been fully repaired. The diversion of departed souls is running smoothly."
"Over this past thousand years, thirty percent of the backlog of wronged souls has been delivered. The Six Paths of Reincarnation are operating without hindrance."
Empress Pingxin sat upright upon the main seat and gave a slight nod.
To the side, Ancestor Minghe stood with his hands lowered, his face piled full of ingratiating smiles. He looked respectful, but in his heart, he had already cursed Zhen Yuanzi a thousand times over.
Several times he wanted to cut in, only to find that this honest fellow Zhen Yuanzi reported his work without a single leak, leaving him not even the tiniest crack to slip through.
He was anxious.
Ever since Zhen Yuanzi had returned from secluded cultivation in Pangu Hall last time, he had already reached the peak of Golden Immortal of the Origin, only one final step away from Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin.
He was also the Underworld's second-in-command, Great Emperor Fengdu, with a lofty position and weighty authority.
And him?
He was still spinning around in the Asura Path.
Though he had gained the title of "Lord of the Asura Path," compared with Great Emperor Fengdu, the gap was not just a star and a half.
No.
*I have to find chances to show off more. My hope of becoming a Saint is all pinned on Empress Pingxin and the whole