Breaking to Rise, Stealing Creation

A moment later.

In the depths of the Sin-Suppressing Tower in the Western Regions, an old passage of Fengdu Grotto-Heaven led farther down.

Within the Turbid Netherworld.

At that moment.

The demon monk Monkey Mind was crossing the desolate reaches of West Oxen Continent with difficulty, yet unhurriedly.

Crash—crash—crash—

In his ears roared the Forget River, now fully restored to its former majesty as the boundary between yin and yang. The Yellow Spring Water surged so fiercely that its thunderous roar carried across millions of miles.

It was a difficult crossing.

The ever more hostile Turbid Netherworld had become a place utterly forbidden to the living.

Even here, at the edge of the Netherworld, conditions were worlds apart from what the demon monk Monkey Mind had witnessed before.

The instant he entered this realm, torrents of yin Baleful Intent and wind sharp as knives swept toward his body from every direction.

Along with them came

shrill ghostly howls, faintly mingled with the thunder of the Forget River Yellow Springs. Each howl struck his clear mind with an intensity he had never encountered before.

They sought to drive their foulness into his righteous thoughts with unprecedented force and ferocity.

Forget the Golden Core Realm cultivation with which he had once roamed the Turbid Netherworld at will. Even a Nascent Soul Dao Lord would likely flee this peril in panic—or die here nursing bitter regret.

Yet the demon monk Monkey Mind still possessed a measure of composure amid the hardship.

Against the yin wind and the foulness,

the gilded Buddha images upon the 108 ebony beads arranged atop his head like a flesh crown and curled locks flashed in a shared rhythm of Buddhist radiance.

At every moment, thousands of Sanskrit chants rang through his Mud Pill Purple Mansion. Before any foulness