The Creation at Mount Buzhou's Summit

Fengdu City.

Chen Yu looked at the names appearing one after another on the list before him, sensing the additional beings in the eighteen levels of hell. The corners of his lips lifted slightly.

With the Earth Vein Protection Law, the Prehistoric Continent could be considered stable. With a punishment system in place, the cultivation of Prehistoric World beings could also feed back into the Earthly Dao.

As time passed, the Earthly Dao would grow stronger and stronger. Sooner or later, it would catch up to the Heavenly Dao, which had awakened early, and perhaps even surpass it.

Chen Yu rose and stretched. With the Earth Vein Protection Law and the Earthly Dao Dislike List, he did not need to worry about the Earthly Dao for the time being. Next came the candidates for the Lord of the Six Paths and the remaining Ghost Emperors.

"I wonder what Minghe is thinking. He hasn't come to the Underworld for so long. Does he expect me or Lady Houtu to go looking for him?"

Chen Yu raised his eyes toward the Blood Sea, shook his head, and decided not to bother with that old fellow Minghe.

If that old fellow did not come, so be it. If he came too late and there was no position left for him, Chen Yu would not take responsibility. After all, no one had said that Minghe had to be the Lord of the Asura Path. He was merely the most suitable candidate, not irreplaceable.

He vanished from where he stood and followed the earth veins to the foot of Mount Buzhou.

As the Western Continent was repaired, the pressure emanating from Mount Buzhou grew stronger once more. By the time all the earth veins of the Prehistoric Continent were restored, even Saints would likely find