The cry shook the Netherworld, carrying a sense of agony. Houtu, who had been meditating, furrowed her brow and opened her eyes. "What happened outside? Why does it sound as if some mighty being is howling at the gates of my Netherworld?"
Ksitigarbha was blasted out of the Netherworld, flying millions of kilometers before landing straight in the Western Thunderclap Hall.
"Senior Brother, Ancestor Hong Yun has been alone in Fire Cloud Cave in the West these past few days. Let's go take revenge on him!"
In Thunderclap Hall, Zhunti said resentfully to Jieyin, "If we capture Hong Yun, we'll draw out Zhen Yuanzi. Then we can kill them both and absorb their Quasi-Saint Dao fruits! We can also reclaim the future Heavenly Dao Merit that Zhen Yuanzi took from us back then. Our strength is sure to surge!"
"Mm, it seems the time has come!" Jieyin thought it over and nodded. "Over the years, Senior Brother has searched in vain for Dao Treasures that could improve our cultivation. Unfortunately, we've already become Saints. Finding a high-level treasure to advance our cultivation further is exceedingly difficult!"
"Under the circumstances, our only choice is to lure Hong Yun and Zhenyuan out and kill them, so we can improve our strength!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them started to leave the hall.
"Ah!"
A sudden cry rang out, followed by a crash.
A gust of air struck Jieyin and Zhunti, sending them both flying backward. They slammed into their thrones with two thuds.
"What happened? Who dared attack Thunderclap Hall?"
The Two Sages of the West scrambled to their feet and readied their defenses, prepared to strike at any moment.
When they looked closely, they saw that it was Ksitigarbha.
Ksitigarbha groaned, spitting blood from his mouth!
"What?