Reincarnation Tremors, Empress Houtu Awakens!

"Tie up... Tie up Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

Did they hear that right?

If they really tied him up, what would happen when he woke up and Two Saints of the West found out? Would even ten of them survive?

"What? You don't want to?"

Xiruan's eyes turned dangerous again.

"We do! We're a thousand times willing!"

King Qin Guang, driven by a powerful survival instinct, immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

What a joke, is this a time to hesitate?

Offending the future Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva or offending this little Devil King right in front of us, which one leads to a quicker death? They could tell the difference!

"What are you waiting for! Hurry!"

With King Qin Guang's command, the other nine Yama Kings instantly reacted. They pounced on the unconscious Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva like wolves and tigers.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who had been majestic in the Underworld for countless eons, was thus splendidly tied up like a huge zongzi by the Ten Yama Kings with various magical treasures.

Xiruan nodded with satisfaction and then looked at Wuyun Immortal and the others.

"You, go and fix all those broken toys for me!"

She pointed at the mountain of knives that had been used as a slide, the sea of fire that had almost been boiled dry as a swimming pool, and other hellish facilities destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

"Huh?"

Wuyun Immortal and the others were stunned.

Fix... Fix hell?

Little Senior Sister, we are disciples of the Intercepting Sect, not craftsmen!

Besides, these are places for punishing evil spirits. Why should we fix them?

"Hurry up!" Xiruan urged. "These are all fun toys, it's such a waste to break them! Fix them, I want to play with them again next time I come!"

Wuyun Immortal and the others: "..."

They exchanged glances and finally, with bitter faces, walked towards the ruins of the eighteen levels of hell.

An even more absurd and bizarre scene unfolded in the Underworld.

The Ten Yama Kings surrounded an unconscious quasi-saint, happily drawing on his face.

Thousands of true spirits from the Intercepting Sect were enthusiastically... repairing the mountain of knives, patching up the sea of fire, and rebuilding various hellish torture facilities.

The instigator of it all, Xiruan, pulling along the completely numb Wudang Holy Mother, swaggered towards Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's lair.

She wanted to see how many good things were hidden in the office of the bald factory director.

Cuiyun Palace was located in the deepest part of the Underworld, a pure land bathed in Buddha Light that was completely out of place with the gloomy surroundings.

This was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's dojo.

For countless years, it had been one of the most sacred and majestic places in the Underworld.

Any ghost that approached this place would be purified by the vast Buddha Light, and their resentment and obsessions would be washed away.

"Bang!"

"I'm here to collect rent!"

Xiruan walked in with a swagger, her steps defying all reason.

Inside Cuiyun Palace, the remaining Buddhas, Bodhisattva, and Arhats who were on duty rushed out in unison the moment they heard the commotion.

Upon seeing the broken mountain gate, they were all furious.

"Bold Demon! How dare you defile my Buddhism's pure land!"

"Where is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Quickly apprehend this fiend!"

They had been cultivating here for years and were unaware of the earth-shattering changes that had occurred outside.

"Your boss has been knocked out by me, and I've taken over this company now!"

Xiruan declared with her hands on her hips, her voice childish.

"Nonsense! Bodhisattva is a quasi-saint, a Great Being, how could you..."

Before an Arhat could finish speaking.

Xiruan grew impatient.

"So noisy."

She slammed the Chaos Baby Bottle in her hand against the ground.

"Dong!"

The fierce voices of the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats, who had been clamoring to subdue demons and vanquish devils, abruptly ceased.

Immediately after, the Buddha Light on their bodies rapidly dissolved, and cracks began to appear on their Golden Body.

"Plop! Plop!"

The gods and buddhas in the sky, their cultivation lost, fell like dumplings from mid-air.

"Much quieter now."

Xiruan nodded with satisfaction and wandered around the opulent Cuiyun Palace.

"Wow, this big bell is made of gold! It must make a loud sound when struck! I'm taking it!"

"Huh, the water in this lotus pond smells so good! Pour it all into my baby bottle!"

"This prayer mat is so comfortable to sit on, I'm taking it too! It'll be a cushion for Daddy!"

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"And these glowing beads are so sparkly, they must be valuable! Pack them all up!"

Under Xiruan's "scorched earth policy," the Cuiyun Palace, which had originally been solemn and magnificent, quickly became a mess.

As Xiruan rummaged about with great glee, turning the entire Cuiyun Palace upside down.

She was suddenly attracted by something on a lotus pedestal in the center of the main hall.

A fist-sized, golden, shimmering bead radiating an arcane aura.

Surrounding the bead were twelve smaller Sariras, also emitting Buddha Light.

These were precisely the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's companion spirit treasures, the Merit Sariras formed by the good and evil corpses he had cut.

"Wow! This marble is so pretty!"

Xiruan's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran over.

The big one must be the "King of Beads"!

She reached out her small hand to grab it.

However, the instant her fingers were about to touch the Dinghai Divine Pearl.

The entire Underworld shook violently without any warning!

"Rumble—"

The Yellow Spring Road trembled.

The Wangchuan River roared.

The Naihe Bridge cracked.

The disciples of the Intercepting Sect, the Ten Yama Kings, all stopped what they were doing and looked around in horror.

"What's going on?!" King Qin Guang's face turned ashen. "This power... it's terrifying!"

Master Tongtian of Zixiao Palace stared intently at the Water Mirror.

"This... this is... a fluctuation of the origin of reincarnation!"

"What... what did she do?!"

"Could it be... she really woke Houtu up?!"

Master Tongtian felt his scalp tingle.

He had offended Hongjun, offended his elder brother, offended Haotian, offended the Two Saints of the West. Although he was afraid, he could still handle it.

Because they were all Saints, they saw each other often and there was always room for negotiation.

But Houtu was different!

She was invincible in the Underworld!

The most crucial point was that she was not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao Saints. She acted according to her own will and gave face to no one!

If this ancestor was truly angered...

Master Tongtian dared not think further.

Xiruan's attention was entirely focused on the beautiful marble in front of her.

She snatched the largest Dinghai Divine Pearl and the twelve Sariras around it into her hands.

"Hee hee, I got it!"

She happily tossed the marbles in her hands, producing a crisp clinking sound.

The moment she grabbed these beads.

The tremor in the entire Underworld reached its peak!

The phantom image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared in the sky above the netherworld!

Heavenly Dao, Human Path, Asura Path, Beast Path, Hungry Ghost Path, Hell Path... six giant wheels spun madly, emitting a terrifying aura that could make even Saints turn pale!

The entire Primal Wilderness, the Three Realms, felt this terrifying tremor originating from the depths of reincarnation at this moment!

Countless Great Beings in seclusion were abruptly awakened from their meditation, their gazes snapping towards the direction of the Underworld Blood Sea in shock.

"Reincarnation has changed!"

"What in the world happened?!"

"Did one of the Saints make a move in the Underworld?!"

And just as the Three Realms trembled and the Myriad Immortals were horrified...

An ancient, distant sigh, as if from the end of the river of time, carrying a hint of laziness, a touch of confusion, yet imbued with supreme majesty, resounded.

It echoed in the deepest part of the souls of every living being in the entire Underworld.

"Sigh..."

"Who... has disturbed my slumber?"

The voice was as gentle as water, yet as heavy as a mountain.

With a single word, the entire rioting Underworld instantly calmed down.

The roaring Wangchuan River returned to its tranquility.

The cracking Naihe Bridge healed itself.

The trembling Yellow Spring Road became as steady as a mountain.

The illusory Six Paths of reincarnation, suspended in mid-air, stopped their frenzied spinning and respectfully lowered their heads.

The Ten Yama Kings, the moment they heard this voice, all knelt down in unison.

"Welcome... Welcome... Empress Pingxin!"