The eternal vortex stopped spinning.
That seemingly endless force of suction abruptly ceased at this moment.
Jiang Wang shot upward, his Kunpeng heavenly form snapping its tail—
Like a carp leaping the Dragon Gate, he flew out of this cavern!
They were still in the Heavenly Sea, but Brahma Mountain had already become a golden mountain.
Dantai Wenshu stood atop the golden mountain, wearing Wenshan as a crown.
Far off, where wind sank and clouds darkened, Jiang Shu came striding over the waves in purple robes, halberd in hand.
Behind him, layer upon layer of mirage-like Naraka hells stretched on without end: "Xianjiuhu," "Lu Cuilue," "Sang Judu," "Tower," "Pangzu"...
Like time and space already gone by, turning page after page!
Just as a false god becoming a true god was the most fundamental ascension, only by linking the mythic hells to the entirety of The Present World could the Buddha's supreme divine might truly be displayed.
Ksitigarbha's deduction of the eighteen Naraka hells had continued for many years. Now that it had come to fruition, it was its most perfect form—and a foundation of the Underworld even more important than Yama Palace.
Yet Jiang Shu had now single-handedly pierced through all eighteen Naraka hells, undoubtedly forcing the Underworld's progress to a halt!
The only concern was... this deep Heavenly Path Sea was not the battlefield of the Son of Heaven of Great Qi.
How had he entered this place?
Was this not iron cavalry charging into a swamp, ironclad troops crossing a great river—a battlefield chosen all wrong!
Surely no sound strategy! A famous general would never do such a thing.
But it was not hard to understand why Jiang Shu, undefeated in a lifetime of campaigns, had made this choice, personally entering the fray to strike into the Heavenly