The Underworld was different from the West.
If Jieyin wanted to accomplish anything, he had to negotiate first.
Trying to act first and report afterward simply would not work here.
Forcing Ksitigarbha to make the great vow, "Until hell is empty, I swear not to become a buddha"—
Without the support of the master of Reincarnation and the Underworld's administrators, he would not even have a place to stand.
If things went even further, what if they simply killed Ksitigarbha on the spot?
If a great vow could not be fulfilled, the one who made it would always bear the price.
Since one invoked "the Heavenly Dao above," one had to be even more careful with one's words.
Great vows were inherently accompanied by hardship and danger.
If they succeeded, one gained enormous benefits; if they failed, the backlash would strike oneself.
If the Heavenly Dao sheltered every cultivator who made a great vow from wind and rain,
Then great vows would have long been flying everywhere throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
Jieyin already had a plan in mind. He merely awaited the right time to personally visit the Underworld and pay a visit.
But at this moment, the Underworld welcomed its first visitor in the truest sense.
Within the Six Paths of Reincarnation, inside a special palace.
Bei Ming's Divine Sense condensed from the void, transforming into a figure identical to his original body, standing quietly within the hall.
Inside the hall, Pingxin sat side by side with the Reincarnation Old Ancestor.
Ming He was not here. He had already returned to the Blood Sea to gather the Asura Race's elite, preparing to formally move in.
In terms of architecture, this palace carried quite the style of the Wu Clan. Its stone pillars were rugged, its halls lofty and spacious,