Su Xin was noncommittal toward the Heavenly Emperor's words. He merely said flatly, "When I said your breadth of mind was inferior to Ksitigarbha's, I wasn't referring to that aspect, but to the way you treat the people of the Heavenly Court compared to how Ksitigarbha treats those of the Underworld!
You are the lord of the Heavenly Court, so you hold everything firmly in your hands, your commands enforced without fail—but you place everyone beneath you.
Ksitigarbha is different. Though the Underworld's structure is loose, everyone within it possesses limitless possibilities.
To the Heavenly Court, you are an outstanding leader, while Ksitigarbha is a guide to the Underworld. A difference of one word creates entirely different people.
Thus, the Heavenly Court has no shortage of outstanding individuals, but very few who can truly be called astonishing geniuses. The Underworld may indeed have been weaker than your Heavenly Court in its early days, but its future achievements are impossible to predict. You never know which member of the Underworld will rise to prominence."
The Heavenly Emperor's expression turned slightly ugly.
Because Su Xin was right. This was something the Heavenly Emperor had always overlooked, yet even if he had known, it was something he would never change.
The Heavenly Emperor was simply the sort of person with an overwhelming desire for control. Asking him to manage the Underworld as Ksitigarbha did was something he could never accomplish.
At the side, Zhao Jiuling said indifferently, "What use is there in thinking about that now? First, kill Su Xin and the other Underworld martial artists here. Once the Underworld has only Ksitigarbha left, can't you deal with him?"
At Zhao Jiuling's words, the Heavenly Emperor immediately came to his senses. That was indeed the case.
The Underworld's strength did not lie in