Ruckus in the Underworld

Netherworld Underworld, Ghost Gate Pass.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who were guarding the gate today, felt a little bored.

The Underworld was gloomy all year round, and the work was monotonous too—either guiding souls or standing watch.

"Old Horse, heard about it? A few days ago, another transmigrator came to the Underworld to work as a Ghost Messenger."

Ox-Head chewed on a stalk of yin grass he had gotten from who knew where, gossiping with Horse-Face.

"Tell me, are transmigrators sick in the head or what? Even being oxen and horses in the Underworld, they still scramble for it."

Horse-Face snorted.

"They've got systems. They're not the same as us. The Great Emperor said these transmigrators are all potential stocks. As long as they're cultivated..."

Before he could finish speaking—

BOOM!!!

The entire Ghost Gate Pass suddenly shook!

Clods of dirt pattered down from the pass walls, and countless wandering souls and wild ghosts were jolted until they staggered this way and that, shrieking in chaos.

"An earthquake?" Ox-Head stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

"Where would the Underworld get an earthquake?" Horse-Face looked toward the source of the shaking, startled and uncertain.

They saw, in the distance toward Yellow Springs Road, smoke and dust soaring into the sky.

An incomparably arrogant golden figure was striding toward Ghost Gate Pass.

Wherever he passed, yin soldiers and Ghost Messengers were like rolling gourds on the ground, swept by the wind of his cudgel until they flew wildly through the air.

"I am Sun Wukong, Born Saint of Flower Fruit Mountain... you old Yama and petty Judge ghosts, hurry up and come out to see me!"

"If you don't come out, I'll tear down this Ghost Gate Pass of yours and flatten your Senluo Hall!"

The rolling wave of sound, mixed with