At the Hai Residence in South City, within Fengyang Commandery City, establishing the Soul-Calming Bureau took more than empty words.
After composing himself, Xuanming laid out his ideas for establishing the Soul-Calming Bureau and produced a Jade Slip containing a detailed account.
Clearly, the Soul-Calming Bureau was no spur-of-the-moment notion. He had begun preparing long ago.
Its prospects, arrangements for ghostly residents, the creation of a suitable environment, the difficulties it would face—the contents were extensive, the points clearly arranged, and the reasoning coherent.
The Soul-Calming Bureau came as something of a surprise to Hai Fengming and his disciples, and Xuanming knew he needed to give them time to digest it.
They could hardly offer useful suggestions straightaway.
After handing over the Jade Slip, he took his disciple to their guest room. Sitting by the window, he watched the jujube tree in the courtyard sprout fresh green leaves, his fingers tapping lightly on the table as thoughts surged through his mind.
The Soul-Calming Bureau was only the embryonic form of the Underworld Court.
More precisely, it was a pilot project.
From learning that the Nine Netherworlds had been sealed to hearing the specifics of the Nether from the Underworld Lord, Xuanming had conceived the idea of establishing the Underworld Court and aiming his sword at the Nether, driven by the need to strengthen the Dharma Body of Taiyi Savior, the Heavenly Worthy of Salvation from Suffering.
Clearly, the Nine Netherworlds had no Underworld Court yet. The various Ghost Kings each ruled their own domains, and their systems remained incomplete. Though they had borrowed some institutions from the Yang World, they were still growing wild.
If he could establish the Underworld Court, he would gain vast merit and gather immense fortune. Heaven and earth would throw their doors wide open for