Old Chen grinned, revealing a set of broken, yellow teeth, and chuckled, "A great calamity is brewing in the human world and the underworld?"

He turned to the old Taoist master and teased, "Hey Lao Zhang, do you want to do some divination?"

The old master rolled his eyes and cursed inwardly.

Calculation?

Hmph, how can I make any calculations when I'm already in this state?

Do we have to risk our lives to calculate this?

Thinking of this, the old master shook his head helplessly.

However, the old master had to take the other party's dying words seriously.

If a being capable of bringing disaster to both the human world and the underworld truly exists, then its cultivation level must be unfathomable, and it may even have already become an immortal.

Thinking of this, the old Celestial Master couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, Zhou Bing clutched his chest, enduring the pain, and said, "What are you afraid of? Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

Upon hearing this, the others turned around and looked at Zhou Bing in surprise.

Zhou Bing then realized he had said the wrong thing and gave an awkward laugh.

Damn, it seems like they're the so-called tall guys, but in the end, they're the ones who have to bear the responsibility.

Seeing this, Qingzhenzi quickly interrupted, "We don't need to be so pessimistic. Once we get this wave of merit, maybe things will turn around for us."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

However, when they looked up at the sky, they found that the thick dark clouds had slowly dispersed, and the warm and bright sunlight was shining on the ground again, illuminating the entire battlefield in a golden light.

However, what is puzzling is that although the battle has ended, the merit has not yet been bestowed.

Trump, his face pale, muttered to himself, "I mean, did God embezzle this merit?" His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard him clearly.

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces changed in fright, and they quickly moved away from Trump, as if he carried some kind of contagious disease, and they didn't want to be unlucky by getting close to him.

You must understand, this is not an ordinary world, but a mysterious world where the Heavenly Dao exists.

Although the power of the Heavenly Dao is not as great as before, it is still an inviolable existence.

People naturally keep their distance from Trump's blatant questioning of the fairness of justice.

As people around him distanced themselves, Trump's face grew even paler, and he was filled with remorse.

He forgot that he was in a world governed by the laws of Heaven, where any words or actions that disrespect the laws of Heaven are extremely dangerous.

Just then, a deafening thunderclap suddenly rang out from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky and struck Trump directly. Trump was unable to dodge and was hit by the lightning, instantly turning his face into a blackened version of Bao Gong (a famous Chinese judge known for his dark complexion).

As time went by, the entire sky was gradually dyed golden, as if we were in a golden dream world.

Strands of merit fell like fine rain, each strand representing a reward and recognition.

These merits will be distributed according to each person's contribution in the battle, ensuring fairness and impartiality.

Trump was the first to check his share of merit.

When he confirmed that Heaven had not treated him unfairly, he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if even this was not guaranteed, he would have been truly devastated.

Trump carefully counted and found that he had received four strands of merit. For an action involving so many people, he was already satisfied with this amount.

Trump then opened the list of merit redemption items, his eyes quickly scanning over the various treasures on it.

Suddenly, a smug smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes gleamed with greed. Clearly, he had spotted something that tempted him.

Among the many treasures, one item, known as "Satan's Scepter, Lord of Hell," particularly caught Trump's attention.

This treasure exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, which aroused his longing. However, to purchase this treasure, he would have to give up all his merits, which meant that he would become a penniless pauper.

Faced with such an enticing choice, Trump was caught in a happy dilemma.

He worried that if he bought Satan's scepter now, he might miss out on even more precious treasures later.

So he decided to wait and see for a while to see if a better opportunity would arise.

At the same time, Zhou Bing made his choice without hesitation.

He resolutely spent all his merits to obtain the essence of a god-level Ultraman.

This source contains boundless power and potential, which is undoubtedly a huge boost for him.

Zhou Bing's goal was very clear: he hoped to find a way to purchase these four Ultra Origins and fuse them together to achieve a realm beyond the limits.

These god-level Ultraman include Ultraman King, Ultraman Saga, Ultraman Legend, and Ultraman Noa.

The Ultra King Origin he obtained this time granted him extremely powerful divine power.

Zhou Bing had a gut feeling that once he successfully collected the essence of the four Ultraman, he would undergo earth-shattering changes, and might even break through to the realm of a Celestial Immortal.

However, to achieve this goal, he must first accumulate enough merit.

However, merit is not something easily obtained, just as a great demon like Pudu Cihang is not something that can be found everywhere.

As for the disaster that Pudu Cihang mentioned before his death, he knew he was powerless to deal with it, and going there would only be suicide.

So he could only wait silently, wondering when he would be able to complete the collection of the origins of the four god-level Ultraman.

Zhou Bing sighed. It seemed he was destined to be a laborer. In order to obtain the source, he had no choice but to continue the battle.

Wang Hu, who was standing nearby, comforted him, "Xiao Zhou, don't be discouraged. You have to think about how there are so many demons and monsters in this world. Surely there are quite a few beings like Pudu Cihang."

"Not to mention anything far away, just take the time when we suppressed the Ghost Cave last time. There was a terrifying being inside, I think it was called the Evil Ghost King."

"I have carefully felt the pressure from Pudu Cihang and the Demon King, and I can clearly feel that the Demon King's pressure on me is stronger."

"We just need to find an opportunity to fight our way into the underworld, eliminate the Demon King, and you'll be able to buy another Source."

Zhou Bing's lips twitched. The psychological trauma inflicted by that evil ghost king hadn't faded yet, and he almost couldn't withstand that incredibly fierce sense of oppression.

Rather than confronting the Demon King, he preferred to confront the Compassionate One.

Putting aside the great calamity mentioned by Pudu Cihang, the underworld is the territory of the King of Evil Ghosts, who has a large number of evil ghosts under his command, and the waters of the underworld are very deep.