"There is no hope left."

In Lingshan, people watching the scenes within the Heavenly Mirror knew that Ksitigarbha could no longer withstand Sun Wukong.

"Relying solely on the power of the Underworld is truly insufficient."

The Buddhas spoke.

Suddenly, a beam of light flew into the Great Heroic Treasure Hall and landed in the palm of Manjusri Bodhisattva, transforming into a letter.

After Manjusri Bodhisattva read the letter.

"Buddha."

He bowed to the Buddha: "The preparations are ready, please bring out that treasure to help."

The Buddha nodded in agreement, taking out a Jade Bottle.

He pondered for a moment, then looked to The Bodhisattva Guanyin: "Venerable Guanyin, it's up to you."

"Yes."

Guanyin received the Jade Bottle and left the Great Heroic Treasure Hall.

"Venerable, please wait."

Not long after she left Lingshan, the Eastern Buddha caught up with her.

"Venerable, the Buddha has tasked me to remind you, do not look into Sun Wukong's eyes."

Guanyin was puzzled: "Why is that?"

"It's poisonous."

The Eastern Buddha said.

Guanyin Bodhisattva was startled: "What poison?"

"The poison of the Heavenly Dao."

The Eastern Buddha smiled: "Some Immortal Officials of the Heavenly Palace, who had made eye contact with Sun Wukong, are still disturbed to this day."

"Now that Sun Wukong has committed such great sins, those Immortal Officials still cannot feel animosity, which is indeed strange."

The Eastern Buddha informed Guanyin, to avoid being affected by Sun Wukong's influence of the Heavenly Dao, one must not look into his eyes.

Guanyin nodded in thanks and turned to leave.

In the Underworld, the battle was still ongoing.

Sun Wukong, taking things seriously, had not expected that Ksitigarbha had retained his strength, becoming very… resilient.

The body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was unusual; each time it disassembled, it managed to recover as before.

Moreover, with the sound of his Tin Staff, countless rakshasas and evil spirits surged out to fight for him, managing to stall Sun Wukong momentarily.

The Bodhisattva fought while retreating, gradually drawing Sun Wukong out of the Ghost Gate.

"Where is he trying to lead me?"

Sun Wukong sensed his intention, found an opening, and with a strike of his cane, smashed Ksitigarbha into the ground.

"Needs a few more hits."

Thinking this, Sun Wukong was about to proceed when he suddenly felt something.

He stopped his attack and looked up at the Wanling chart.

On the Wanling chart, transformed souls occasionally fell.

The souls that now fell to the ground were no longer Ghost Messengers but some Judges.

The longer it takes for the Wanling chart to change a soul, the better its aptitude and the more knowledge of Wanling it has absorbed.

Ghost Messengers are the lowest level officials; now there were Judges, and next…

Sun Wukong focused his gaze on that pair of siblings.

The souls of children, more receptive to new things and coupled with extraordinary talents, had taken even longer to transform than other souls.

But even the longest time was now coming to an end.

Two beams of light fell upon the ruins of the Palace of Darkness.

They were a young man and woman, with deep and wise eyes, yet devoid of emotional fluctuations.

The pair bowed to Sun Wukong.

"Heavenly Emperor."

Sun Wukong watched them, his eyes brimming with joy.

"Excellent, from today onwards, you will help me manage the Underworld."

"At your command."

The young man and woman nodded, then facing the newly born Judges and Ghost Messengers, ordered: "Reconstruct the Ghost Gate immediately."

The Judges nodded, as if it was natural to obey the two.

The Ghost Messengers also extended their hands without hesitation, and countless beams of light emitted from them, causing the rubble in the ruins to automatically gather and quickly form walls.

Strange buildings began to rise rapidly from the ground, unimaginably fast.

Ksitigarbha, climbing out of the ground, saw this spectacle and involuntarily inhaled sharply.

He then saw the young siblings and immediately felt his hairs stand on end, understanding why Diting was terrified.

These two youths were different from other Ghost Messengers, exuding an aura very similar to that of the Ten Kings of Hell.

"Sun Wukong!"

Ksitigarbha said tremblingly: "You actually managed to create Kings of Hell!"

Deep in hell, the Ten Kings of Hell turned pale.

"Stop them quickly!"

There is a threatening aura around the siblings.

King Yan, holding the mirrors, placed all their hopes on Ksitigarbha.

If Ksitigarbha failed, they would be out of jobs!

At the Ghost Gate, Sun Wukong paid no heed to Ksitigarbha.

He glanced at the ghosts building the city, a thought flickering in his mind.

Maybe these are the robots written about in the Heavenly Book.

Yet, the operations of the Underworld must be precise and impartial, managed best perhaps by these intelligent, emotionless beings.

Besides… lack of emotion does not mean lack of intelligence.

On the contrary, they are smarter than the current rulers of the Underworld.

Sun Wukong was quite pleased with his creations.

However, just then, a glowing giant hand suddenly flew over Sun Wukong, darting towards the young boy and girl.

Ksitigarbha had made his move.

This move was barely blocked by the siblings and the surrounding Judges, who also sustained some injuries.

Sun Wukong's expression darkened.

"Do not hinder them!"

Fierce flames erupted from the Jingu Bang, engulfing the figure of Ksitigarbha.

"Bodhisattva!"

A gigantic beast suddenly appeared in front of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, sharing the burden of the flames.

"Why have you come back?"

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha looked over in surprise.

"I thought it over and over."

Diting, enduring the flames, said, "I can't leave the Bodhisattva alone."

"Diting."

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha suddenly gained confidence.

He and Diting were more friends than master and servant, Diting's wisdom even surpassing his.

"Let's attack together!"

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha and Diting together withstood the Jingu Bang and charged towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong showed a look of surprise; he had never seen such a formation before.

He withdrew the Jingu Bang and swung with all his might, sending one man and one beast flying.

"..."

Sun Wukong fell silent for a moment.

It seems there was no difference.

He pursued them, drawing the battle out of the Ghost Gate.

The two men and the beast fought fiercely, a bright flame lighting the way westward, frightening the lonely ghosts shivering on the ground.

In an instant, they arrived at a place.

Sun Wukong saw the scene before him and suddenly his heart jolted, stopping his attack.

There was a lake ahead, the waters a deep red, numerous lonely souls chained within, ceaselessly weeping.

"This is the Blood Tear Pond."

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, with Diting, quickly moved away from Sun Wukong and spoke, "Those heartless and unprincipled in life, once they come to the Underworld, must walk a round in this pond."

"The Blood Tear Pond is a treasure of the Three Realms, which allows one to experience firsthand the wrongdoing they've committed,"

Ksitigarbha said, "Mortals will weep a thousand times the tears they never shed in life in these waters, even immortals can hardly resist the power of the Blood Tear Pond, capable of crying for three days and three nights."

Sun Wukong knew what Ksitigarbha was scheming.

"That's quite the strategy."

He began to praise.

Those Immortals already knew he valued tears.

"How do you wish to proceed?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"The Underworld is willing to trade this treasure for fifty years of peace."

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha said.

Sun Wukong was stunned, then shook his head in disbelief, "That's impossible."

He aimed to unify the Three Realms, and without seizing the Underworld, it was like a bone stuck in his throat; how could he wait another fifty years.

"The usefulness of the Blood Tear Pond is uncertain, but I want it."

Sun Wukong lifted his Jingu Bang: "As for the trade, let's skip it—"

Once he had the Underworld, the Blood Tear Pond would naturally belong to him; no need for trades!

"Great Saint, I have another treasure."

A voice came from afar.

Sun Wukong turned his head to look, and Bodhisattva Guanyin riding on a lotus pedestal flew over.

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