The Netherworld forms a realm of its own, deep, dark, cold, yet it harbors endless secrets of reincarnation and the majesty of order.

The figures of Fu Xi and Nuwa, like two brilliant stars piercing through the eternal darkness, quietly descended upon the Netherworld.

They restrained most of their divine power to avoid causing an excessive reaction from the origin rules of the Netherworld.

But the noble aura from their innate divinity and the profound essence of the Great Dao still made them as conspicuous as the bright moon in the night.

Almost the instant they stepped into the World of Darkness, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, the guardians of the Ghost Gate, appeared.

Alongside them appeared a golden-eyed white tiger.

It gave Fu Xi and Nuwa a lazy glance, then lay back down.

[They are friends, not enemies.]

Seeing this, Shen Tu and Yu Lei sighed in relief: "What brings you two Daoist friends to the Netherworld?"

Fu Xi and Nuwa cupped their hands and said, "Lords of the Mountain and Sea Realm, Fu Xi and Nuwa, have come to seek an audience with the Netherworld Emperor!"

The two Ghost Gods returned the courtesy: "Please wait a moment, Daoist friends, while we make a report."

Yu Lei's figure vanished.

Soon after, he returned with a silver-haired, silver-eyed judge in plain attire and a team of Receiving Ghost Envoys.

Nuwa examined the judge closely, a suspicious look flashing across her beautiful eyes: [Qingqing? Weren't you going to the Demon Realm to become the Demon King? Why are you here?]

The judge, Nu Qing, did not respond but instead said straightforwardly, "Please follow me, the Emperor has been waiting for a long time."

Meanwhile, Nu Qing's inner monologue was: [Damn, just as the Emperor said, Nuwa indeed has a cheat. She guessed correctly despite having the Three-Life Stone with her.]

[I wonder if she can see through the disguises of others.]

Behind her, the envoys bowed and made a gesture of "please."

"Waiting for a long time?" Fu Xi's mind raced, but his expression remained calm and unruffled.

The swift response of the Netherworld, as well as the phrase "waiting for a long time," carried a hint of the unusual.

Could it be that their purpose had already been foreseen by the other side?

Or was this a meeting that had been meticulously arranged from the beginning?

Fu Xi calculated with his fingers.

However, he was surprised to find that the heavenly secrets of the Netherworld were even more chaotic and profound than the last time he visited, as if shrouded in an immeasurably dense fog.

Even with his ability to deduce using the Innate Eight Diagrams, he could only glimpse a corner of the iceberg, unable to penetrate the entirety.

[How interesting!] Fu Xi felt a bit of anticipation for the upcoming discussion.

The siblings, following Judge Nu Qing and the Receiving Ghost Envoys, embarked on the winding Yellow Springs Road,

a road seeming endless.

Countless newly departed souls walked numbly upon it.

The waters of the River of Oblivion surged ceaselessly, cutting off the bounds of life and death, and on its bank, the Other Shore Flowers bloomed like flames, eerie yet poignant.

They bypassed the heavily guarded Wangsi City, where countless evil spirits who had committed numerous misdeeds in life and were unable to reincarnate after death were imprisoned.

Eventually, they arrived before a grand palace complex enveloped in the supreme order.

This was the core hub of the Netherworld—the Fengdu Hall.

Contrary to the imagined gloom and chilling ghostly aura of the outside world, the surroundings of Fengdu Hall were instead wrapped in a peculiar and solemn Dao rhythm.

Life and death, yin and yang, good and evil, crime and punishment...

Countless opposing yet unified laws were perfectly interwoven and harmoniously balanced here, forming a unique and awe-inspiring beauty of order.

In the void above Fengdu Hall, a giant shadowy Reincarnation Plate spun slowly.

Each rotation seemed to carry the rise and fall, the cycle of countless living beings' fates, endless and unceasing.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the guests have been brought in."

After bringing them into Fengdu Hall, Nu Qing bowed to the Emperor's Throne and then stepped aside.

"Please, Daoist friends!"

Xuanqing's voice resonated, and two thrones appeared.

Fu Xi and Nuwa took their seats accordingly.

Nuwa had seen the Netherworld Emperor before, yet this was her first time in the Netherworld, and she curiously observed the scene ahead.

Sitting on the Emperor's Throne was a figure clad in a complex, dark black Emperor's Robe, their face enshrouded in mist, indistinct in its details, but emanating an aura of supreme authority.

On either side below the Netherworld Emperor's throne were five figures equally powerful in aura, each unique in their presence.

Some had an aura deep as an abyss, unfathomable; some exuded killing intent, with a hidden blood glow; some were ethereal as dreams, ever-changing; some were as solid as mountains, eternally unmoving; and some had a hint of an immortal and Taoist aura, yet perfectly blended with the chilling atmosphere of the place.

These five, each possessed terrifying power, quietly sat upon their respective thrones, all eyes focused on the newly entered Fu Xi and Nuwa.

Fu Xi, curious at the complete presence of the Underworld's high-ranking members, asked, "Great Emperor, who are these folks?"

Xuanqing's voice was calm and unruffled, answering slowly, "These five are the Five Ghost Emperors of the Netherworld, assisting me in governing the Netherworld, each with authority over their respective domains."

Taishang nodded, not blinking even while speaking untruths: "I am the Eastern Ghost Emperor, guarding the Netherworld's east, responsible for guiding good souls, ferrying them to rebirth."

Daoist Lord Yu Chen, with a handsome appearance and an ethereal demeanor, a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, said: "I am the Northern Ghost Emperor, overseeing the Netherworld's north, responsible for suppressing evil spirits, judging sins."

Meng Wuyou, with an exceptionally beautiful face, was surrounded by dreamy mist, her eyes carrying a hint of languidness.

She spoke softly, "I am the Western Ghost Emperor, governing the Netherworld's west, responsible for guiding departed souls into dreams, resolving their worldly attachments."

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