Netherworld.
Above the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
After Ksitigarbha proved the Dao of Hunyuan, he had wanted to leave at once. But upon hearing that Netherworld Patriarch Minghe and Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi had become Saints, he could not help wanting to show off as well, so he called out.
And just as he was immersed in the fantasy of shocking the great powers of the Three Realms on the Primordial Continent, Saint Houtu had returned.
"Ksitigarbha! You have some nerve!"
Killing intent surged endlessly around Saint Houtu as she glared furiously at Ksitigarbha with her beautiful eyes.
Ksitigarbha was in an excellent mood, a smile lingering on his face as he said calmly and unhurriedly, "Saint Pingxin, I have attained Buddhahood and proved the Dao. I am now your equal. What gives you the right to speak to me in that tone?"
What the fuck!
So arrogant?
Saint Houtu was truly consumed by fury. Over countless kalpas, she had never wanted to kill someone as badly as she did now!
It had been too long since she had acted. The world had forgotten just how fierce she once was!
Saint Houtu narrowed her eyes slightly and said coldly, "You forcibly emptied the Eighteen Levels of Hell, released countless evil ghosts, destroyed the laws of the Earthly Dao, and disrupted the reproductive order of countless living beings across the Three Realms of the Primordial Continent. Your crimes are unforgivable! You shall—"
"Enough, enough! Stop!"
Before Saint Houtu could finish, Ksitigarbha directly interrupted her, sneering, "I was saving those countless evil ghosts! I caused the countless races of the Primordial Continent to flourish explosively, ushering the Primordial Continent into a prosperous age of surging populations, all right?
If anyone bears grave sins, it is your Witch Tribe."
Saint Houtu gritted her