After drawing the cultivation art, Su Xin saw how surprised Meng Po and Judge Cui were and asked, "What's the matter? Is the art I drew really that powerful?"
Meng Po clicked her tongue and sighed. "King Chujiang is one of the Ten Yama Kings. How could a cultivation art created in his image not be powerful? Little Cui, explain it to Su Xin."
Judge Cui said, "This stone platform is the Transmission Platform left behind by the ancient Underworld. It selects the cultivation art best suited to each person based on their potential.
"Of course, a cultivation art can't determine a martial artist's future development. Still, among all the Underworld's arts, those of the Ten Yama Kings rank among the highest. At the very least, they're far superior to mine."
Meng Po chimed in, "And mine, too. Honestly, I'm a little jealous of you, kid."
Despite her words, Su Xin could see how terrifying this woman was.
Meng Po's cultivation art definitely wasn't considered one of the Underworld's highest-ranked arts. By all appearances, the stone book had judged her talent to be no more than average.
Yet she had relied on that middling talent to reach the Yang Spirit Realm and become one of the Underworld's two highest authorities, second only to Ksitigarbha. Whatever her identity in the outside world, that was astonishing.
Meng Po reached into her sleeve and pulled out an exquisitely made Mustard Seed Bag. She rummaged around inside for a while, then finally took out a King Chujiang Mask and tossed it to Su Xin.
"All right, my job's done. You two can get on with whatever you need to do."
Before Su Xin or Judge Cui could object, she whisked them away at supersonic speed once again. By the time they came to a