Mysterious yellow divine light of the Great Dao slowly spread through the void, transforming into blossoms of incomparably sacred merit auspicious clouds.
The newcomer wore an elegant pale-yellow palace gown. Her three thousand strands of black hair were pinned up with an ancient jade hairpin, and though her features were peerlessly beautiful, they carried none of the dust and smoke of the mortal world. Faint phantoms of the Six Paths Reincarnation rose and fell around her.
She was Houtu, the supreme ruler of the Nether Underworld, also known as Empress Pingxin.
The moment she stepped into this shattered Blood Sea domain, undisguised concern surfaced in her gentle, watery eyes.
The Blood Sea bordered the Underworld. The earth-shaking battle between Saints just now, along with that terrifying giant hand that had crossed over from another epoch, had long alarmed the entire Netherworld Realm with the pressure it unleashed.
Upon sensing something amiss, Pingxin had immediately set aside her authority over the Underworld, torn through space, and rushed over at top speed.
"Senior Brother, are you all right?"
Pingxin walked to Qin Mu's side, her voice soft as she looked him over from head to toe, afraid he might have suffered some hidden injury.
By now, she and Qin Mu were not only unshakable allies, but the Fortune of the entire Nether Underworld had long been deeply bound to Qin Mu and the Sect of Interception.
In Pingxin's heart, this blue-robed man who always appeared so calm and unruffled was not only the true pillar of the Underworld, but also the person she trusted most.
"What could possibly happen to me?"
Qin Mu turned to Pingxin, his expression softening as he waved a hand.
"It was merely a slightly larger ant secretly reaching out a claw from the shadows. It wasn't enough