Eighteen Levels of Hell Were Empty, and Buddhism Was in Trouble

After thinking it over, Sun Wukong's expression darkened. "What the heck? No, this place doesn't even have spiritual energy. Wouldn't Old Sun die of boredom here? I have to break out, but... where's the boundary?"

With that thought, Sun Wukong somersaulted wildly in every direction. His expression turned black as he said, "What the hell? This hell is that huge? Old Sun used the Somersault Cloud and still couldn't find the edge?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's voice rang out. "Little monkey, stop fooling around. These Eighteen Levels of Hell are in the deepest part of the Nine Netherworlds. A little monkey like you can't escape. Hmm, your name is Wukong, so I'll give you some emptiness to slowly comprehend."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong cursed at the sky. "Comprehend my ass... Let Old Sun out, you &%&...*&"

No sooner had he finished cursing than a pale hand appeared in the sky and slapped down. It showed him no mercy, knocking Sun Wukong flat. "Behave yourself for this old lady. You may be a somewhat unusual monkey, but I can still kill you. Don't curse anymore, or you'll suffer."

Sun Wukong wore a baffled expression and muttered, "Island Master Xuan, I know you can see this. Come explain something to me. How can the Netherworld have someone capable of knocking Old Sun flat?"

In the Primordial Wilderness, on Yingzhou Island, Xuanxiao frowned. "Over there, in the Netherworld, someone capable of beating the monkey... Hmm? Houtu or Great Emperor Fengdu? Who is the Great Emperor Fengdu in that world?"

Luohu looked utterly baffled. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? That world seems to be different. I heard that the sky over there was opened by Laojun. Could it have been formed from a fragment of the