The Primal Demon Lord sneered inwardly when he saw that Amitabha Buddha didn't take his threat seriously at all.
“Fellow Daoist, I know that your Western sect has some mysteries, but it will not do you any good to underestimate my demonic path because of this.”
Amitabha Buddha smiled faintly: "You demonic beings will inevitably become great enemies of my Western lineage in the future, so how could I dare to underestimate you?"
"Heh... Since you are aware of the power of my demonic path, you still dare to ask us for the position of sect leader? It seems you are truly not afraid of ruining your own achievements and falling into my demonic path!"
"If I don't follow the demonic path, who will?"
"Amitabha," came the indifferent reply.
"Good! Fellow Daoist, your courage is indeed commendable! Fine, today I, the Demon Lord, will gamble with you this time and see whether you will convert my demonic path or we will ruin your achievements, causing you to be forever trapped in my path and never be able to be reborn."
The Primal Demon Lord coldly uttered a sentence, then turned to look at the Styx Ancestor, "What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
"It's up to you to decide."
The Styx Ancestor's expression turned indifferent, and he replied indifferently.
"Good! If we establish a religion in the future, you will be the third leader!"
The Primordial Demon Lord sneered, "I'd like to see whether you will become the Amitabha Buddha of the West or the Supreme True Demon of my demonic path in the future."
"Then please wait and see, fellow Daoist..."
Amitabha Buddha remained unmoved by the eight winds, seated serenely on a golden lotus...
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Heavenly Court.
Hu Le sensed what was happening on Amitabha Buddha's side, but didn't take it seriously.
Regardless of whether Amitabha Buddha will become the Buddha or the Demon King in the future, he is proving his own great path.
He wouldn't rashly intervene.
At this moment, his primary concern is to perfect his Dao Fruit cultivation, and wait for the opportune moment to attempt to break through to the Primordial Dao Fruit...
And so time flew by, and before we knew it, countless years had passed.
On this day, a celestial mountain outside the underworld suddenly collapsed, its fragments turning into countless wisps of smoke and dissipating into nothingness.
The two goddesses, Houtu and Xuanming, who had been suppressed under the mountain, also broke free.
After regaining their freedom, the two did not return to their dojo.
Instead, they headed towards the underworld.
Over the years, the operation of the underworld has entered a favorable state, and the new Ten Kings of Hell and judges have taken their places. As for Jiaoyue and the others, they have long since returned to the primordial world.
Of all the underworld beings, only Guan Kong remained in the Eastern Pure Land, where he controlled reincarnation while comprehending the Great Dao of Redemption.
As for the power of the underworld, it has been handed over to the new Yama and judges.
The Ten Kings of Hell all come from different backgrounds. Some are from the Xuanmen sect, some are from the Western lineage, some are from the Heavenly Court, and even the Goddess Nuwa enlightened a being, making him one of the Ten Kings of Hell.
Therefore, their composition is extremely complex.
However, this is to be expected. Hu Le's lineage cannot control the Underworld forever. As long as the Underworld is nominally under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court and there are Heavenly Court officials in high positions, Hu Le will not care too much...
As the two goddesses traveled, the ghost messengers they encountered all gave way and dared not step forward to stop them.
When they arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness, the two goddesses' expressions grew even more somber upon seeing Meng Po.
How could the two of them not recognize who Meng Po was in disguise?
"Fine! She's still trying to infiltrate the underworld!"
Houtu Niangniang had been suppressed for so many years and was already feeling extremely aggrieved. When she saw the incarnation of Nuwa Niangniang, she was naturally even more furious.
As for Meng Po, she remained on the other side of the bridge, head down, brewing the Meng Po soup, seemingly oblivious to the arrival of the two goddesses.
Houtu became even angrier upon seeing this, and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, heading towards Meng Po.
One step, two steps, three steps... As they got closer and closer to Meng Po, she never looked up, still meticulously adding various herbs to the soup pot.
Houtu Niangniang suddenly felt a chill, paused in her steps, stopped in her tracks, and looked up at the sky.
A crimson waning moon hung high in the sky, casting a hazy red glow. Beside that crimson moon, another crimson glow appeared.
This light appears to be the same color as moonlight, but in reality, they are quite different.
The light emitted by the blood moon always carried a sense of coldness and loneliness, while this red light contained endless peace and tranquility.
Upon closer inspection, one will discover that a round, plump embroidered ball hangs in the center of that red light.
The red light was emitted from this embroidered ball.
After fighting with Nuwa for so many years, how could Houtu Niangniang not recognize the origin of this magical treasure?
The hydrangea hung in mid-air, emitting a brilliant red light, silently warning her from the darkness.
It seemed that if she dared to harm Meng Po, the embroidered ball would immediately fall down.
Normally, a mere magical treasure wouldn't be able to frighten her.
But she has just escaped from danger and her condition has not yet recovered.
Even if she could catch the embroidered ball, it would inevitably attract the goddess Nuwa to descend in person. In her current state, how could she possibly defeat her?
"Sigh, never mind..."
After weighing the pros and cons in her mind, Houtu sighed inwardly and decided to temporarily avoid their sharp edge. She then turned and walked down the Naihe Bridge.
"Sister, let's go back and discuss this further."
Xuanming Niangniang stepped forward to greet her, preparing to pull Houtu Niangniang back to the temple.
Clearly, she also knew that this was not the right time to fight against the Goddess Nuwa...
Houtu Niangniang originally intended to retrieve the Book of Life and Death and other spiritual treasures from the underworld, but in the end, she couldn't even cross the Bridge of Helplessness and had to return empty-handed. Everything would have to be settled later...
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Heavenly Court, Jade Pool Fairy Palace.
Hu Le was currently inside the Cosmic Light Diagram.
Above a long, illusory river of time, Hu Le sat upright in the void, surrounded by the nine Dao Fruit incarnations.
Everyone closed their eyes and concentrated, breathing in unison. A Dao Fruit appeared above each person's head, surrounded by spiritual energy and rising with auspicious light.
Just as his cultivation was progressing smoothly and his Dao fruit was approaching perfection, a boy suddenly flew in from the chaos of the heavens.
The boy, holding a bamboo staff in one hand and a jade talisman in the other, rode on auspicious clouds, traversing the primordial starry sky, and arrived at the South Gate of Heaven. The gatekeepers hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
However, seeing the boy's radiant spirit and abundant Taoist aura, the divine general knew that the other party was probably of extraordinary origin, and dared not be too rude.
So he asked rather politely, "May I ask which family's page you are, and what brings you to my Heavenly Court?"
"I am Haotian Tongzi, a disciple of Lord Hongjun of the Zixiao Palace in the heavens. Today, I have come to see the Dongxuan Emperor on Lord Hongjun's orders. I hope the general can help inform him of this." Haotian Tongzi said calmly.
The god was greatly surprised upon hearing this; how could he not have heard of Hongjun's name?
Hongjun Daoist preached the Primordial Chaos in Zixiao Palace and spread the Dao throughout the world. His name has long been known throughout the prehistoric world. Which cultivator does not know him?
Some cultivators, grateful for Hongjun's virtue in spreading the Dao, began to call him the Dao Ancestor...
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