The Netherworld, Ghost Gate.
Buzz! A flash of divine light swept past, and Gungun appeared. Amid A Pang's and Rakshasa's respectful greetings, he hurried inside. Only after he had truly entered the Netherworld did the bear finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Honestly, he had never imagined that Dijun, that Wu Dalang of the Primordial World, would dare suddenly attack him before the truce imposed by the Dao Ancestor had expired. Fortunately, his divine abilities were vast and his magic power boundless. Not only had he learned the Forestwood Demon God's Shell-Shedding Mystique, but he had also prepared several million bodies fashioned from panda fur well in advance.
Later, after becoming the Netherworld Emperor, he had secretly-well, he probably could not hide it from Houtu. In any case, he had hidden away some evil spirits that should have been cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, stuffed them into those bodies, and shut them all inside his Heaven and Earth Bag.
Earlier, when Dijun had knocked him to the ground and sent him rolling over and over, he had hurriedly used the Shell-Shedding Mystique, leaving a body fashioned from panda fur in place of his true self. That had temporarily fooled Dijun and allowed him to escape by sheer luck. Otherwise...
Gungun lowered his head to look at the slightly damaged Black Giant Pearl Necklace around his neck and thought, Otherwise, I'd have to replace my equipment again!
Then he continued charging inside with great strides. As he walked, he dabbed a little saliva onto his bear paw and smeared it at the corners of his eyes. Then he opened his mouth and cried out in grief and indignation, "Ancestral Witch, you must seek justice for me! Boohoo!"
Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Court's High Firmament Hall.
Whoosh! Having returned