Mysterious yellow Great Dao divine light slowly spread through the Void, transforming into clusters of incomparably sacred Merit Auspicious Clouds.
The newcomer wore an elegant pale yellow palace gown. Her three thousand strands of black hair were pinned up with an ancient jade hairpin. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet utterly free of worldly airs, while faint phantoms of the Six Paths of Reincarnation rose and fell around her.
She was Houtu, the supreme ruler of the Netherworld Underworld, also known as Empress Pingxin.
The moment she stepped into this shattered Blood Sea domain, an undisguised trace of concern surfaced in her gentle, watery eyes.
The Blood Sea lay adjacent to the Underworld. The earth-shaking Saint battle just now, along with that terrifying giant hand that had crossed over from another epoch, had long alarmed the entire Netherworld Realm with the pressure they unleashed.
The moment Pingxin noticed something amiss, she set aside the Underworld Authority and tore through the Void to rush here at top speed.
"Senior Brother, are you all right?"
Pingxin walked to Qin Mu's side, her voice soft as she looked him over from head to toe, afraid he might have suffered some hidden injury.
By now, she and Qin Mu were not only unshakable allies, but the Fortune of the entire Netherworld Underworld had long been deeply bound to Qin Mu and the Jie Teachings.
In Pingxin's heart, this blue-robed man who always remained so calm and unhurried was not only the true pillar of the Underworld, but also the person she trusted most.
"What could possibly happen to me?"
Qin Mu turned to Pingxin, his expression softening as he waved a hand.
"It was merely a slightly larger ant secretly reaching out a claw from the shadows. It wasn't enough to hurt me."
Pingxin