Beneath Mount Tai.
Entering Hao Li and crossing the long river, they came upon this primordial Netherworld.
Wen Zhang bowed and said respectfully:
"The Mount Tai Underworld Office welcomes your exalted presence, Mystic Lord."
Grand Protector Wen was a ghost god second only to the prefect lord. He occupied the position of turbid insight, nurturing a pitch-black mystic pill within his nature and life. Countless ghosts seemed to howl inside it, lending it the imposing might of the divine Dao.
A turbid-steaming divine core!
Throughout history, nowhere had more divine cores than the Thunder Palace and the Netherworld, both pinnacles of divine Dao teachings.
This Nether Office beneath Mount Tai stood within the Primordial Gloomy Netherworld. Its foundations were deep and its lineage ancient. After being incorporated into the system of reincarnation, it had acquired many more divine Dao arts.
Thus, aside from this divine core cultivator, numerous lesser gods served the office. All seemed starved of incense offerings, however, and lacked vitality. "The Primordial Gloomy Netherworld."
Xu Xuan tried viewing this realm through the perspective of great Luo, but found it dark and turbid, impossible to examine clearly. He could only make out a few ghost palaces and shadowy halls standing amid dark, murky qi.
This Netherworld was vast, with scarcely any traces of human handiwork. It seemed more like a natural formation, resonating with "subduing earth," "Hearing the nether," and "turbid steaming."
Thunder Marsh, however, grew much more spirited. Breathing wind and thunder, with violet radiance shining from his eyes, he illuminated the boundless Netherworld in an instant. The countless wandering souls and wild ghosts hiding there knelt one after another, hailing him as a heavenly god.
"Houtu's territory, occupied by you ghost gods."
The Ancient God leaped into the turbid qi and said only:
"Houtu."
He soon