He Sits in the Underworld

This scene was astonishing, completely beyond Zhang Fusheng's comprehension.

Lin Shiquan was merely a grandmaster, at the Minor Perfection of his spiritual realm; he was utterly incapable of interfering with reality.

But at this very moment, the blood that spurted from his slit palms and wrists actually formed a small altar of blood in the air!

An even more terrifying scene unfolded.

"If you want to stop me now, it's too late." Lin Shiquan let the blood continue to flow.

The Body Furnace Fire his head burned quietly, absorbing Mysterious Factor and subtle power of heaven and earth to activate the Divine Ability inherent in the furnace— Regeneration from a Drop of Blood.

Zhang Fusheng frowned; his Mental Intent could perceive that at the moment the Blood Altar was forged...

A peculiar force field appeared around Lin Shiquan. He stretched out his hand, but the force field blocked his palm.

Thirty million jin of force, forty million jin, fifty million jin, until the limit under the basic form - eighty million jin of force!

The invisible force field creaked under the strain, and a thin crack appeared where the palm pressed against the void!

Lin Shiquan's smile suddenly froze.

"Monster!!"

He was horrified. Without hesitation, he peeled off the skin of his chest and back, pulled out his spine, Regeneration from a Drop of Blood. A new spine grew out, and then he pulled it out again!

Bloody.

Zhang Fusheng pressed his palm against the unknown force field—this couldn't actually stop him at all; with his full strength, he could easily break through it.

Even if [Karma Parallel] is employed, no matter how thick the force field is, it will be of no use.

However, he did not want to interrupt Lin Shiquan, and his own spiritual sense did not give any warning.

He wanted to see what Lin Shiquan was up to.

Under Zhang Fusheng's fixed gaze,

Lin Shiquan pulled out his own spine eight times and tore off his own skin more than ten times.

He endured the pain and bound his spine and skin together to make a simple skin and bone drum!

Zhang Fusheng's eyelids twitched at the sight; how painful that must be.

Moreover, it's a bit too eerie.

They're more like cult members than cult members themselves!

Lin Shiquan was also in a bad situation. He had mastered a third-class Secret Method, and now he was sacrificing his own blood, bones, and skin, which was the most Higher Vehicle, but also the most painful and damaging.

But those are gods.

"It should have been obvious that who else could have caused the Ancestor of Land Immortals to treat him this way, besides another deity?"

Lin Shiquan gasped for breath, the Body Furnace Fire flickering behind his head. He mustered all his strength and slammed his fist hard against the human skin drum!

'Thump!'

The palm shattered on the taut drumhead, and a deep, solemn sound reverberated, causing ripples to spread across the blood altar.

"Play!"

Lin Shiquan roared:

"Nine Netherworlds!"

"Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal!"

He slapped his palms together, striking the drum repeatedly. Each strike shattered his palms, which then healed instantly under the glow of the Body Furnace Fire!

The drumbeats continued unabated, bone fragments gradually piled up on the ground, blood splattered, and the altar grew taller.

This scene was as bizarre and outlandish as could be.

Zhang Fusheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He heard the sound of drums.

It's not right in front of you.

It is 'below', within spiritual perception, within the realm of the divine, very faint, as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Yet it resonated with the thunderous sound of Lin Shiquan's vigorous pounding!

One time, another time, and another time.

"How did he do that?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, his thoughts sinking into the depths of his mind, into a divine realm.

He found the source of the drumbeats.

Before that statue of a god, which dozens of souls have worshipped and chanted for hundreds of years, in that ever-burning incense burner.

'Tap! Tap! Tap!'

As the drums sounded, the worshipping, Flawless Soul were bewildered and lost, and faint prayers and calls for descent could be heard.

Zhang Fusheng snapped his fingers, and the entire divine realm, except for Five Villages Temple and the other shore area, suddenly froze.

Wandering, Ghastly Skeleton; kneeling Flawless Soul.

His figure was ethereal and blurry. After a moment of contemplation, his mind merged with the enormous statue that had been worshipped and prayed to for hundreds of years.

Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes.

The statue opened its eyes and looked down.

He saw it.

Within the divine realm, from an indescribable perspective, he saw reality—he saw the altar, he saw Lin Shiquan beating the drum, and beyond that, everything was blurry.

The perspective happened to be within that force field.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Zhang Fusheng was astonished. After thinking for a moment, he manipulated the enormous statue, which shouldn't have been able to move, to speak:

"Mercy!"

At the same time.

Reality.

Lin Shiquan pounded the human skin drum again and again, sweating profusely, blood splattering, and bone fragments piling up.

"Mercy!"

A solemn, divine sigh echoed from the blood-soaked altar!

Lin Shiquan was overjoyed and knelt down on the ground.

"Young Lin Shiquan pays homage to the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate!"

He kowtowed, his heart pounding with excitement. It was done! It was done!

Lin Shiquan removed his heart and placed it on the altar of blood.

Illuminated by the Body Furnace Fire, he glanced coldly at the young man who stood motionless outside the force field.

Then continue to prostrate:

"I am a follower of the Ancestor of Land Immortals, but this god is arrogant and has offended the venerable one. Now, I, the venerable one, am imprisoned. I pray that the Divine Descent his great power and remove this calamity from me!"

Zhang Fusheng's thoughts were immersed in the divine realm, within the enormous divine statue.

He silently sensed and quietly circulated the Primordial Ancient Scripture, and could vaguely perceive some intermittent causes and effects—but that was enough.

Through cause and effect,

Zhang Fusheng vaguely discovered that the reason Lin Shiquan could directly reach this place after constructing the Blood Altar was because...

Incense.

The incense, though seemingly ethereal, truly exists.

"After centuries of worship, the statue of the deity was indeed surrounded by incense smoke. When I descended there in the form of the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate, I also gained some of the charm of the incense smoke."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself:

"The special method used by Lin Shiquan was to sacrifice himself to build an altar, and then use incense as a medium to communicate with the gods."

"No, there are still many restrictions."

After his comprehension surged, Zhang Fusheng was able to perceive cause and effect solely through the perspective of the divine statue, and also monitor Lin Shiquan's every move through his thoughts just now.

At this moment, a rough conclusion has been reached.

"The mysterious power gathered by this small altar is simply unable to penetrate the barrier between reality and Different Dimension."

"Therefore, we can only barely communicate with gods from Different Dimension, or perhaps..."

"To communicate directly with, and even make contact with, deities who have left this Different Dimension."

Thoughts raced, and he manipulated the statue, its head bowed, to emit a vast sound:

How can I help you?

"We beseech the revered god to slay this scoundrel!"

As Lin Shiquan chanted, the altar rotated, turning towards Zhang Fusheng outside the force field. From the perspective of the statue, Zhang Fusheng also saw his real body.

I kill myself?

Zhang Fusheng had an idea, his thoughts returning to their true nature. He looked up and gazed at Lin Shiquan, whose face was filled with madness.

Gazing at the dark, blood-red altar, and the indistinct, towering, colossal body reflected in the dim light atop it, reaching into the clouds.

"So, this is the perspective."

"From a realistic perspective, the towering statue there appears blurry, yet it seems like an immense, boundless divine body."

"Deities, incense offerings"

Thoughts raced through my mind, then quickly settled back down.

A smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face. He clasped his hands together and bowed towards the blood altar.

"My Lord, it's been a long time."

The mad look on Lin Shiquan's face suddenly froze.

He raised his head in terror, looking at the blood-red altar, when suddenly he heard the towering figure reflected in the altar emitting a laughing sound:

"I've already said, there's no need to call me a god. You helped me return to the Netherworld, so there should be a debt of gratitude between us. We should address each other as friends."

Zhang Fusheng solemnly shook his head:

"Then I would be overstepping my bounds. If it weren't for your repeated divine blessings, how could I have risen from a mortal to a great sect in just two months?"

"It is I who should worship."

He clasped his hands together again and bowed towards the altar of blood. He calmly accepted the indistinct, all-encompassing divine body reflected on the altar, and then sighed.

The majestic voice of the gods echoed from an unknown land:

"Are you Lin Shiquan?"

Lin Shiquan was completely stunned, his mind a jumbled mess.

Two months.

From mortal to Great Grandmaster?

This Zhang Fusheng is Great Grandmaster!

If that were all, then so be it.

He knew, was familiar with, and was well acquainted with this Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate!

Lin Shiquan forced a smile that was more like a grimace, prostrating himself on the ground, trembling slightly.

"Your Majesty, I was arrogant and offended you. I beg your forgiveness."

Lin Shiquan knelt on the ground, trembling:

"I am willing to create three thousand golden statues of the revered deity in the human realm to atone for my sins of today. I am willing to chant your name day and night, and to worship you day and night."

The blurry image of the deity reflected on the altar chuckled silently, its gaze falling upon Zhang Fusheng:

"Young friend, what's your opinion?"

Zhang Fusheng bowed and said in a measured manner:

"You are the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate, sitting in the Underworld and in charge of the netherworld. How dare I make decisions on your behalf?"

After pausing for a moment, he smiled again:

"To be honest, I don't have any major grudges or conflicts with this Inspector Lin."

Lin Shiquan, stunned by the string of titles, raised his head and cast a grateful glance at Zhang Fusheng.

The altar trembled, and the majestic voice of the gods echoed from an unknown land:

"Then let's leave it at that."

"The Ancestor of Land Immortals, yet his life is nearing its end."

"Little one, remember what you said."

The Illusory Scene reflected on the altar swayed.

Lin Shiquan bowed in reverence, and looking up, he caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg where the deity resided.

Before the deity, indistinct Soul Spirit prostrated themselves; in the distance, layers upon layers of hellish landscapes stretched out.

Ghost Gate Pass that reaches to the heavens, a deathly purgatory where countless souls rise and fall, a long river that tears the earth apart, and a faint light on the riverbank.

Gazing upon that ethereal light, one sees the other shore, a place of refuge.

The altar has crumbled.

Lin Shiquan lay prostrate on the ground, panting heavily, when he heard the sound of his own barrier shattering, and a pair of feet stepped onto the ground in front of him.

He struggled to look up; it was that young man.

Silence, silence.

Under the cover of night, the autumn wind blew quietly by.

"Thank you very much." Lin Shiquan said in a low voice, placing a hand on his shoulder to help him up.

I have no grudge against you.

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"However, since you are willing to join the ranks of the Central Extreme Cult Master and the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal, then you and I are essentially on equal footing. You have Lin Yusheng behind you, who is also a follower of the Ancestor of Land Immortals, right?"

Lin Shiquan's expression was complicated, and cold sweat still dripped down his back—he had just sensed the wrath of the gods!

A sense of impending death had already enveloped me!

If it weren't for Zhang Fusheng speaking up for him...

He didn't ask Zhang Fusheng how he became on good terms with a deity; he simply nodded and said softly:

"It used to be."

Lin Shiquan didn't hide anything. Now that he had joined the ranks of that Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal, he naturally had to do his best.

He said in a low voice:

"The Ancestor of Land Immortals is a complete madman who doesn't care about our lives at all, yet we secretly built so many temples for him!"

After pausing for a moment, Lin Shiquan looked at Zhang Fusheng again and asked cautiously:

"I wonder, which sect does Your Excellency belong to? Or is it like the Ancestor of Land Immortals, standing alone?"

"The latter."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and patted Lin Shiquan on the shoulder, brushing away the dust and bloodstains from his shoulder:

"The Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal has just awakened from his slumber, standing in the Nine Netherworlds, establishing himself in the underworld."

'Thud!'

Lin Shiquan swallowed hard, muttering to himself in a daze:

"It really is the Nine Netherworld, a realm even the gods cannot reach, as described in legends."

Um?

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. What do you mean, even gods can't reach this place?

Who is that ancient sage among the Other Shore Flower lilies?

Wait a minute, that ancient saint said that He was imprisoned and exiled there, and it seems that He had not seen any living beings for many years.

His thoughts raced, but he temporarily suppressed them.

He heard Lin Shiquan ask in confusion:

"But since it's in the Netherworld, who was walking here back then?"

Zhang Fusheng calmly said:

"He is a human incarnation of the revered deity—whom I guided to this place."

Lin Shiquan suddenly realized.

Zhang Fusheng continued:

"Go back and contact your uncle, the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal, and see his sincerity."

Lin Shiquan's expression hardened, he remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head:

"Yes."

"Divine Emissary."

"We will establish a religion in honor of the revered god."