"She already bears the seal of the Underworld. She can no longer leave the Yellow Springs."
The World-Honored One glanced at Shi Lan as she departed, then turned his gaze and spoke calmly:
"Yin Han, you were never fated to become a Sovereign. You clung to the Yellow Springs because of your obsession, and by sheer luck grasped the mysteries of Samsara. Only after devouring countless Yin gods did you reach your present realm. But if you think that gives you something to rely on when defying the Underworld, you're dreaming like a fool."
"If not for the grand balance between yin and yang, the Underworld would have sent you into reincarnation long ago."
As he spoke, the heavenly crown atop the World-Honored One's head gradually brightened. The lotus throne in his palm seemed infused with a powerful vitality; its petals unfurled, blooming into a Creation Lotus Throne. Dark-golden Buddhist script flowed through the air, circling around him.
In an instant, he seemed to become the sovereign of the underworld, imbued with supreme divine might. The Yin gods surrounding them had long since scattered without a trace. In a clash between supreme beings, the slightest misstep could drag them in and crush them to pieces, scattering their souls.
"Before me, there's no need for those lofty, self-righteous words that can't even fool you. In the eyes of Buddhism, all beings are equal. So why don't you cast aside your cultivation and reincarnate?"
Yin Han paid no heed to the World-Honored One's words. With a scoff, chains extended from his sides and plunged deep into the void, drawing in the overwhelming deathly Killing Intent. Boundless immortal light flowed over his body, and immortal flames seemed to burn in the depths of his eyes, illuminating the netherworld and sweeping across everything beneath