Underworld City now lay in the deepest reaches of the underworld. Though the Ksitigarbha Monk cultivated quietly here, he was utterly unaffected by the yin energy. In Ji Yuan's eyes, his cultivation was already worlds apart from the Zhao Long and Monk Jueming he remembered.
When Ji Yuan left that small meditation courtyard, he looked back once. Through his Dharma Eye, he could see hidden bursts of Buddha's Light flickering to life. Though insignificant to the entire underworld, that light embodied a tranquil Buddha Nature. Through a section of the Yellow Springs in Underworld City, it could influence the karmic force of the whole underworld. As the Ksitigarbha Monk's cultivation rose higher and higher, that influence would also grow.
"Mr. Ji, regarding the underworld..."
After hesitating, Xin Wuya still asked Ji Yuan. Ji Yuan's conversation with Master Ksitigarbha inside the meditation courtyard had not been concealed in the slightest; those waiting outside had heard every word clearly.
Ji Yuan looked at him calmly.
"Does the Emperor wish for Ji to help?"
Xin Wuya hurriedly shook his head.
"Sir misunderstands. That is not what I mean. I merely believe that what you said just now was most reasonable. Underworld matters should be settled in the underworld. I imagine that not only Xin, but the ghosts and gods of Underworld Bureaus throughout the land, would not wish for outsiders to meddle in underworld affairs."
Holding a high position and having interacted frequently with other Underworld Bureaus in recent years—especially after the appearance of the book Yellow Springs—Xin Wuya and some of the Underworld Ghosts and Gods knew that tremendous changes were coming to the underworld. None of them wanted the Mortal Realm to interfere with it. Put plainly, they did not want the independence of the underworld's system to be compromised. As