The Two Sages of the West: The Underworld's Working Stiffs Are Ready, Empress Pingxin, Can We Get a Job?

When Pingxin heard this, a trace of surprise flashed through her eyes, but more than that, there was a hint of amusement.

Help me?

Since when had the Two Sages of the West become so kindhearted?

"Oh?"

Pingxin leaned forward slightly, her tone carrying a touch of casual indifference.

"The Underworld runs smoothly, and the Six Paths are in order."

"I was unaware that there were still any hidden dangers within this Underworld that required troubling you two Western Sages to come here in person and offer aid."

Zhunti seemed to have expected Pingxin to ask this. Unhurried, he pointed at the earth beneath his feet, his voice low and powerful.

"Though Fellow Daoist has transformed herself into reincarnation, earning immeasurable merit."

"Within this Underworld, however, there are billions upon billions of dead souls, their resentment soaring to the heavens."

"Though countless dead souls enter the cycle of rebirth each day, there are also countless beings steeped in sin who sink into the sea of suffering, unable to transcend."

"As this resentment accumulates day after day, it will ultimately become a great calamity."

"Though Fellow Daoist possesses supreme might and can suppress all of this, in the end, that treats the symptoms but not the root."

"And moreover..."

Zhunti raised his head and looked straight into Pingxin's eyes, enunciating each word.

"Purifying these sins and liberating these dead souls is work like water grinding stone—slow, painstaking, and extremely draining to the mind."

"Fellow Daoist presides over the Earth Dao and should oversee the whole situation. If you were to spend all your energy on such trifles, would that not be a pity?"

"Though my Buddhism is unworthy, when it comes to this path of liberation, we do have some experience."

At this point, Zhunti's true aim emerged, the map exhausted