Many lower-ranking Soul Masters could not help drawing a sharp breath.
Though they did not know all the rules governing reincarnation in the Underworld, they could already grasp what Meng Po Soup meant.
If this bowl of soup could truly wash away memories buried deep within the soul, then its power was likely far more than a simple means of making the dead forget their past.
It could even be called a divine ability that acted directly upon the very essence of the soul!
And unlike Zhong Tian's Good and Evil Reward and Punishment Token,
Zhong Tian could trace a person's sins and judge their deeds in life.
Meng Po, however, could make the dead let go of the past, completely severing the connection between their previous lives and their new ones.
One came before the other, and together they formed vital links in the Underworld's cycle of reincarnation.
How could such methods not leave people shaken?
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm,
The Shrek Seven Devils' attention had also been entirely captured by the Meng Po Soup shown on the sky screen.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar in particular.
The two had been following Zhong Tian's judgment of the nobles, but once the true effect of Meng Po Soup appeared, they fell silent despite themselves.
Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, and only after a long while could he finally say:
"Th-this is the mystery of reincarnation?"
"After people die, they actually have to drink a bowl of soup like that before they can enter their next lives?"
Oscar frowned as well.
As a Soul Master who had once risen step by step from the ranks of commoners, he naturally understood how important memories were to a person.
Aside from talent and experience, what made a person who they were, more importantly, were the memories that remained deep within their soul.
If even those memories were completely washed away, would the person in the next life still be the same person?
"That's too terrifying."
Oscar could not help murmuring.
"If one day we have to walk the path of reincarnation too, won't we have to drink this bowl of Meng Po Soup as well?"
At that, Ma Hongjun's expression turned complicated.
Though they had become members of the Divine Realm, gods were not truly eternal and indestructible.
Besides, the Underworld had now appeared on Douluo Star and had even begun intervening in matters of the dead and reincarnation.
Who could guarantee that the day would never come when they, as members of the Divine Realm, set foot in the Underworld?
At the thought of cultivating with such hardship for so many years, only to be unable to retain anything of his past in the end, Ma Hongjun found it somewhat hard to accept.
The two exchanged a glance, but in the end neither said anything more.
Beside them, however, Tang San's expression had darkened to the extreme.
When he heard that Meng Po Soup could wash away the memories of the soul, his first reaction was not wonder at the mystery of reincarnation, nor relief that the dead could gain a new life.
It was fear!
For he knew full well that the Underworld had already begun judging those nobles who had committed countless evils.
If the Underworld's judgments continued to expand, sooner or later, it would be his turn-Tang San's!
If he truly fell into the Underworld's hands then, what would await him?
The Eighteen Levels of Hell?
Or this bowl of Meng Po Soup that could wash away memories?
No!
Never!
At that thought, Tang San abruptly raised his head, his fists clenched tight, a trace of near-mad fury appearing in his eyes.
"I will never let it come to that!"
Tang San's voice suddenly rose.
"I will never let the Underworld judge me!"
"I, Tang San, won't let anyone judge me! No one has the right!"
Boom!
With Tang San's furious roar, a surge of formidable divine power burst from his body.
That power swept across the surroundings, causing the other members of the Shrek Seven Devils to turn and look at him.
Clearly, Tang San had lost some of his composure.
He had believed that, as a God Realm Enforcer wielding the authority of the Divine Realm, he could stand above mortals.
Yet the Underworld's appearance had shattered his understanding time and again.
Zhong Tian could judge sins.
Meng Po could preside over reincarnation.
And the Great Emperor of Fengdu, who held the Fengdu Grand Hall, possessed terrifying power they had yet to fathom.
All of it made Tang San feel a threat unlike any he had ever known.
Seeing Tang San so agitated, Xiao Wu opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.
She knew full well how Tang San felt at that moment.
Tang San had already decided to ally with the nobles threatened by the Underworld, hoping to use their power against it.
Now, Meng Po's appearance had undoubtedly made matters even more troublesome.
Yet Xiao Wu also had a faint feeling that the Underworld seemed to have driven Tang San somewhat out of his mind.
Nearby, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, their expressions equally grave.
Both their families had countless ties to the noble class.
If the Underworld continued its judgments, even the powers backing them would likely find it hard to escape.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun, meanwhile, remained silent.
Each had his own concerns, but neither could say anything at a time like this.
Only Yu Xiaogang kept his eyes fixed on the sky screen.
Looking at Tang San's agitated manner, he felt a trace of complicated emotion flash through his eyes, but in the end it became a soft sigh.
Yu Xiaogang knew full well that Tang San was not angry simply because of Meng Po Soup.
What truly frightened Tang San was the Underworld's power, which lay beyond the Divine Realm's control.
Besides, Zhong Tian had already demonstrated the Underworld's resolve to pass judgment to all of Douluo Star.
And now Bibi Dong had become Meng Po.
For Tang San, this was anything but good news.
And for Yu Xiaogang, what the sky screen had revealed had likewise come as a tremendous shock.
Bibi Dong!
The woman with whom he had once shared a tangled history.
Not only had she not vanished completely, she had instead become Meng Po, who presided over reincarnation in the Underworld!
More terrifying still, Bibi Dong's Soul Power had actually reached level 156!
What did that mean?
Even if Yu Xiaogang did not fully understand the power of the Divine Realm, he could grasp the terrifying significance of that number.
That was already a level beyond the reach of ordinary Soul Masters.
Even the theoretical knowledge he had once taken pride in seemed somewhat pale and feeble before such absolute strength.
Yu Xiaogang could not help looking at Tang San.
He had originally intended to follow Tang San's arrangements and contact the nobles threatened by Zhong Tian's judgments.
But now, it seemed things were far from as simple as he had imagined.
If Bibi Dong truly returned to Douluo Star, their old grudges would likely be brought to the table once more.
Besides, Yu Xiaogang knew Bibi Dong's character better than anyone.
Once that woman set her mind on something, she would never easily back down.
And Bibi Dong was no longer the Pope who had once needed to take the situation within Spirit Hall into account.
With the Underworld at her back and the Great Emperor of Fengdu to rely on,
Who could stop her?
For a moment, even Yu Xiaogang felt an inexplicable chill.
Meanwhile, the scene on the sky screen did not stop for the crowd's shock.
Above the Yellow Springs, Meng Po still stood quietly.
Within the ancient-looking soup bowl, the Power of Samsara flowed slowly.
Yet as the scene gradually drew closer, everyone discovered that what was truly frightening about Meng Po Soup seemed to extend far beyond washing away the memories of the dead.
Bibi Dong's figure appeared once more on the sky screen.
Mysterious runes of reincarnation surrounded her, as though the entire Yellow Springs were answering her will.
Immediately afterward, the voice from the sky screen rang out again.
[Meng Po Bibi Dong presides over the final stage of reincarnation in the Underworld!] [Her greatest strength is not merely a bowl of Meng Po Soup capable of washing away all traces of the past!] [Next, let everyone witness the power that truly belongs to Meng Po!]