On the battlefield!
Ancestor Minghe's intentions were perfectly clear.
He had only been fighting for the right to enter the Underworld, not to wage an irreconcilable war to the death with Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others.
Thus, only when he heard Jieyin and Zhunti willingly give up did he finally stop.
Only Jieyin, Zhunti, and Ksitigarbha remained livid, seething with rage.
Their path forward had been blocked!
For a cultivator of the Primordial World, comprehending one's own Dao was an exceedingly rare achievement.
Calling it a great fortuitous opportunity scarcely seen across the ages would be no exaggeration.
But now, Ksitigarbha could not enter the Underworld.
His Dao had therefore been completely cut off.
For one thing, Ksitigarbha would find it difficult to achieve anything great in the future.
There was even less chance of his name being celebrated by generations to come.
For another, the Western Teachings' plan to seize the Underworld's fortune and use it to nourish the Western World had also come to nothing.
These three had arrived today with tremendous fanfare.
Yet in the end, they had gained absolutely nothing.
Ksitigarbha in particular was now glaring so fiercely that the corners of his eyes threatened to split, his teeth clenched in fury.
"Gu Changqing, why did you do this?"
"I never provoked you. Why did you cut off my path to the Dao?"
Ksitigarbha demanded in a dark, furious voice.
Indeed!
The person Ksitigarbha hated most was not Ancestor Minghe.
It was Gu Changqing.
After all, everyone knew that without Gu Changqing's wine, Ancestor Minghe could never have gained the strength to face a Sage head-on.
More importantly, both of them were disciples of Sages, members of the Profound Gate.
That made Gu Changqing's actions all the more hateful to Ksitigarbha.
Yet at Ksitigarbha's words, Gu