Eighteen black purgatories, emanating an endless aura of sin and suffering, slowly rose into the air. Their boundless sinful energy swept into every corner of the Underworld.
The ghosts lining up on the Yellow Spring Road to await reincarnation were ground to pieces, becoming part of the purgatories' nourishment.
Xiruan, who had been sweeping everything aside all the way to the entrance of the Ninth Hall, stopped and gazed at the eighteen black purgatories slowly rising in the distance.
"Wow! What huge building blocks!"
"These look way more fun than that slide and swimming pool from before!"
She clapped her little hands excitedly, her big eyes shining with anticipation, like a child who'd just spotted a new toy.
The Jie Sect Disciples weren't nearly so carefree.
"The power of the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"
Immortal Wuyun's expression was grave, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Ksitigarbha's gone mad! He's actually willing to damage his own cultivation to forcibly draw upon the power of Hell's origin!"
"This power is almost on the level of a Saint! Can Little Senior Sister... hold it back?"
Every Jie Sect Disciple was on tenterhooks.
They had only just been reborn. They had only just glimpsed a sliver of hope for a revival. Were they really about to be suppressed here alongside Little Senior Sister?
"Senior, please don't let your guard down! Ksitigarbha has joined his body with Hell to draw upon the power of Avici Hell!"
"Within this Hell, he's like a Saint. His words become law, and with a single thought, he can decide someone's life or death and rewrite the laws!"
Holy Mother Wudang hurriedly called out a warning.
"Oh, he's that powerful?"
Excitement flashed in Xiruan's eyes as she listened.
"Perfect! Once I snatch his big toy, I'll take it home for Daddy to play with!"
"Daddy must be so bored, locked up all alone in the Small Dark Room. If he has this to play with, he won't be bored anymore!"
Holy Mother Wudang: "..."
At that moment, Ksitigarbha's voice of judgment rang out across heaven and earth again.
"Wretch! Die!"
Rumble—!
Avici Hell fused into a vast black continent that blotted out the sky. With terrifying force that could annihilate all things, it came crashing down on Xiruan!
Before that enormous black continent, Xiruan's tiny figure was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
"Bring it on!"
After collecting rent all the way here, Xiruan had filled her little bib with all kinds of rare treasures she'd borrowed from the Ten Yama Kings.
Now the Chaos Baby Bottle had transformed them all into chaos energy, gray streams of it churning inside the bottle.
"Break!"
With a sharp cry, she hurled the Chaos Baby Bottle at Avici Hell as it descended from the sky!
Devour!
Destroy!
Return to the void!
In the end, there was only one outcome—to be devoured, broken down, and reduced to nothing!
"No—! My Avici Hell!"
Ksitigarbha's agonized scream rang across the Underworld again.
"How could this be?!"
It was... chaos! More ancient and supreme than the primordial beginning, more ancient and supreme than the Great Dao!
This little wretch could actually control the power of chaos?!
Who was she?!
"Pfft—!"
As Avici Hell was swallowed up completely by the black hole, Ksitigarbha couldn't withstand the terrifying backlash.
Like a kite with its string cut, he tumbled from midair and slammed hard into the ground.
His once-majestic golden Buddha body was covered in terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks. His aura had weakened to the extreme; he was probably weaker than even a Golden Immortal.
He had lost.
He had lost completely.
He'd lost everything—even the clothes on his back.
Xiruan beckoned with her little hand. The Chaos Baby Bottle, stuffed full, burped and leisurely flew back into her grasp.
She walked over to Ksitigarbha, who was sprawled on the ground, and asked in a childish voice:
"Hey, bald head, what was it you said just now?"
"Hell must remain unempty, or I will never become a Buddha?"
Ksitigarbha's eyes were filled with endless despair and terror. He couldn't utter a word.
His Hell, his Dao, his great vow—it had all been... eaten by the bottle.
Xiruan saw this and smiled innocently, patting Ksitigarbha's gleaming bald head with her little hand.
"Congratulations!"
"Now Hell is empty."
"You've become a Buddha!"
The last glimmer in Ksitigarbha's eyes went out completely.
His great vow was the foundation of his Dao and the source of all his power, accumulated over countless ages.
Hell must remain unempty, or I will never become a Buddha.
Those words had been both his shackles and his greatest weapon.
Hell really was empty now.
So what was left of his Dao, his great vow, or the meaning of his existence?
"Pfft—"
Ksitigarbha spat out another mouthful of Buddha's blood, tilted his head, and passed out cold.
"Huh? Why'd he fall asleep?"
Xiruan looked at the motionless bald head and pouted, bored.
She'd wanted to ask what it felt like to become a Buddha.
Was it as sweet as a lollipop?
What a letdown. He couldn't even take a little play.
Immortal Wuyun, Immortal Qiushou, Jinguang Immortal... Thousands of Jie Sect True Spirits stood rooted to the spot, their mouths gaping wide enough to fit an egg.
What had just happened?
What had they witnessed?
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who had made them beg for death and denied them any hope of living, was just... gone?!
What... what kind of strength was this?
A Saint?
Immortal Wuyun and the others had seen Saints in action.
Back then, during the Myriad Immortals Array, the Four Saints had arrived together. The spectacle had been earth-shattering, but it hadn't come close to the shock of what they'd just seen.
When Saints fought, there was at least a clash of laws, a contest between Great Daos.
But Little Senior Sister?
She didn't bother with laws or Great Daos. She just smashed him with a baby bottle, simple and brutal.
Who cared about Avici Hell or Quasi-Saint Peak? Before that bottle, it was all as flimsy as paper.
"Could this... could this be the legendary... Prove Dao by Force?"
Immortal Qiushou swallowed hard, forcing the words out with difficulty.
Great God Pangu had created the world through sheer, absolute strength!
One swing of his axe, and chaos demons, the laws of the Great Dao—he cleaved through them all!
Little Senior Sister's way of fighting was just like his!
"Hey! What are you all standing around for?"
Xiruan looked at them, each standing there like an idiot, and grew impatient.
"I've already beaten the biggest villain of a boss. Now it's time to seize his property!"
Beat the bad guy, then ransack his home! That was a rule even the storybooks mentioned!
The bald factory manager's office had to be full of valuable treasures! Maybe she'd even find the ledgers showing how he'd cheated his workers!
"Come on! Let's go to that place called... Cuiyun Palace!"
"L-Little Senior Sister, wait!" Immortal Wuyun snapped out of his shock and pointed at the Ten Kings of Hell. "Little Senior Sister, what should we do with those ten foremen?"
The Ten Yama Kings shuddered in fear and dropped to their knees in unison.
"Please spare us, Your Honor!"
"We're innocent!"
"That scoundrel Ksitigarbha forced us to do it!"
"We're willing to atone for our crimes! We'll give you everything we own!"
King Qin Guang cried the loudest. He truly regretted ever picking a fight with the Jie Sect.
Xiruan tilted her little head and thought for a moment.
"Go tie up that bald head who's asleep!"
She pointed at Ksitigarbha.
"Huh?"
The Ten Kings of Hell were stunned.
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