Great Desolation Shit Stirrer

On the Netherworld Blood Sea, blood waves churned. A Blood God Son clone surfaced, only to be discovered by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Hmph!"

He snorted coldly, repelling the Blood God Son clone with supreme Buddhist divine abilities.

Having discovered such a major incident, he had already sent a telepathic message to the Two Sages of the West.

After leaving the Netherworld Blood Sea, he waited by the shore to welcome their arrival.

Two figures appeared in the sky, crossing a step to arrive beside Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Greetings to you both, Esteemed Ones!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva quickly bowed to the Two Sages of the West.

Daoist Jieyin's face was grim. After Ksitigarbha left the Underworld, there was no longer a continuous supply of merit.

This was absolutely not what they wished to see.

However, the Netherworld Underworld was Empress Pingxin's territory, and they dared not underestimate her presence.

Although she could not leave the Underworld, dealing with the two of them would be as easy as flipping her hand.

There were differences even among Saints at the ninth heaven of Sainthood.

When the Two Sages of the West established their teachings and achieved Dao, their merit was insufficient. They had to make forty-eight great vows, which was just enough for them to become Saints together.

Therefore, they were the weakest two among the Saints in the Great Desolation.

Daoist Jieyin currently had the cultivation of the late stage of the first heaven of Sainthood, while Daoist Zhunti was slightly inferior, only at the middle stage of the first heaven of Sainthood.

Empress Nuwa, who founded the human race and became a Saint, possessed immense merit from refining stones to mend the heavens, reaching the realm of the third heaven of Sainthood.

The Three Pure Ones were originally the Primordial Spirit of Great God Pangu, split into three and taking form. They were born with the immense merit of Great God Pangu's creation of the world.

Thus, their strength far surpassed that of the other Saints.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Laozi had the highest cultivation, at the fifth heaven of Sainthood.

Sect Master Tongtian and Venerable Primordial were both at the fourth heaven of Sainthood.

Empress Pingxin, within the Underworld, possessed strength comparable to the Heavenly Dao and Old Ancestor Hongjun, conservatively estimated to be above the seventh heaven of Sainthood.

Although the gap between Saints could be bridged by Spiritual Treasures, their Western lands were barren and lacked many Spiritual Treasures.

They had never heard of Ye Changqing having any dealings with Empress Pingxin.

The Two Sages of the West decided to take a gamble, betting that she would not shield Ye Changqing.

Within the Netherworld Underworld, the Ten Hall Yama Kings gathered, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The eighteen layers of hell were now empty, leaving them with nothing to do.

Ye Changqing sat at the main hall and casually flipped open the Book of Life and Death, finding many blank pages.

These were likely the evil spirits killed by Old Ancestor Minghe.

He turned the book to the page for the monkey, but unfortunately, the immortal stone that birthed Sun Wukong had not yet produced sentience.

Bang!

He slammed the Book of Life and Death onto the table, terrifying the few old Yama Kings below.

They could afford to offend neither Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nor the ancestor before them.

What if he, on a whim, banished them from the Netherworld?

They had already sent people to Empress Pingxin's place to report the situation earlier, but there had been no news yet.

This damnable fellow, when he returns, I'll throw him into the oil pot!

King Qin Guang, as the leader of the Ten Hall Yama Kings, forced a smile and cupped his hands towards Ye Changqing, asking, "May I know what guidance Immortal Ye has for us?"

They were once masterless wandering souls gathered in the Netherworld Blood Sea. After Houtu transformed into the cycle of reincarnation, they were appointed as the Ten Hall Yama Kings.

They were essentially ghost immortals, placing them at a disadvantage.

Ever since Old Ancestor Hongjun sent Haotian Shangdi to retake control of the Heavenly Court, they had been under its jurisdiction.

The chaos in the Underworld had also been reported to the Heavenly Court.

Not only was there no news from Empress Pingxin, but the ghost messengers sent to the Heavenly Court had also not returned.

This made their hearts filled with apprehension.

Ye Changqing ignored their confusion, merely casting his gaze into the distance.

The Two Sages of the West had finally arrived!

These two fellows could be considered the troublemakers of the Great Desolation.

Back then, Old Ancestor Hongyun had yielded a Saint Position to them, creating a massive karmic debt.

Since they could not solve the problem, they would solve the person who raised it.

Thus, Old Ancestor Hongyun, under their scheme, died at the hands of the Demon Master Kunpeng.

During the Witch-Demon Tribulation, it was Daoist Zhunti who lured the ten Golden Crows out of the Tang Valley, which led to Hou Yi shooting the suns.

After the great war between the Witches and Demons, they took the opportunity to abduct many from the Demon Race and the Heavenly Court, bringing them back to the Western world.

In the future Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, it was they who confused King Zhou's mind, causing him to inscribe an obscene poem in Empress Nuwa's temple, thus enraging her.

This is how the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation came to be centered on the mortal human dynasty's succession.

Sect Master Tongtian set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, which could only be broken by four Saints, and it was they who helped Venerable Primordial and Laozi break the formation.

In the final battle, the Myriad Immortals Formation was broken, and they also took away over three thousand disciples of the Jie Cult.

Ye Changqing felt it would be unreasonable not to scheme against them.

Daoist Jieyin's face was filled with distress, and he immediately pointed the finger first, saying, "Ye Changqing, you have fallen into the demonic path!"

"Those billions of evil spirits, though they have committed sins, are not beyond redemption. Why did you kill them?"

Daoist Zhunti echoed his words, saying, "We know your time is short. Hurry and come with me to Purple Heaven Palace to admit your mistake to Teacher Hongjun!"

As long as they could take Ye Changqing away from the Netherworld Underworld, they could do with him as they pleased.

They even wanted to kill Ye Changqing directly, bringing about the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation earlier.

This was because, according to the Heavenly Dao, after the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, their Western world would usher in great prosperity.

They were already eagerly preparing to welcome that day!

Ye Changqing remained there, calm and unperturbed, knowing that someone would soon come to avenge him.

After all, Empress Pingxin was the Houtu Ancestral Witch of the Witch Race, and the debts from the past still needed to be settled with them.

"Not good!"

Daoist Zhunti had a bad premonition and immediately prepared to flee with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"My fellow Daoist, what is the reason for this?"

Daoist Jieyin also cried out in alarm, asking a question he already knew the answer to.

"Today, I will seek justice for Hou Yi, for Kuafu, and for them!"

Empress Pingxin let out a soft reprimand, her aura already terrifying enough to make the Two Sages of the West tremble in fear.

Without any hesitation, they turned and fled, completely disregarding their dignity as Saints.

Or rather, their dignity had vanished the moment they uttered the first sentence, "This treasure is destined for my Western world."

The Earthly Dao was vast and magnificent, and the Two Sages of the West felt as if they were being repelled by the earth.

In the blink of an eye, they had fled billions of miles, yet when they looked back, they were still in the Hall of Yama.

Was this the power of the Earthly Dao's ability to shrink the ground into inches and make a foot feel like a thousand miles?

At this point, they had no choice but to choose the path of confrontation, taking out their magical treasures to resist Empress Pingxin.

Ancestral Witches do not have Primordial Spirits and cannot use magical treasures. Therefore, after Houtu Ancestral Witch transformed into Empress Pingxin, she did not have any decent magical treasures in her hands.

As long as they could hold on until their reinforcements arrived, everything would be over.

In the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, Venerable Primordial opened his eyes in surprise.

He never dreamed that the Two Sages of the West would provoke someone from the Underworld.

The Eight Sceneries Palace on Shouyang Mountain had already been restored to its original state. Laozi was answering Grand Master Xuandu's questions about cultivation.

Upon receiving the distress call from the Two Sages of the West, he paused for only a moment before continuing to enlighten Grand Master Xuandu.

After all, none of them were willing to court disaster.

"May my fellow Daoist die, not I," this was the number one survival rule in the Great Desolation.

BANG!

Empress Pingxin's furious strike sent the Two Sages of the West flying.

Daoist Zhunti gritted his teeth and charged forward again with the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

Daoist Jieyin was equally unwilling to be outdone, waving the Jieyin Treasure Banner and emitting boundless Buddhist light in an attempt to ambush Empress Pingxin.

But in the face of absolute power, all of it was in vain.

Just as she defeated the Two Sages of the West with one blow and was about to capture them, a purple light flashed across the sky, obscuring her vision.

When she opened her eyes again, the Two Sages of the West had disappeared without a trace, along with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Heavenly Dao!"

Empress Pingxin slowly uttered those two words.