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Chapter 187 Ascending to the throne of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, in charge of the underworld

Unlike Journey to the West, this world is more inclined towards the Taoist mythology system.

The ruler of the underworld is not Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Lord of the Underworld, but the Emperor of Fengdu.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak also holds some authority over the underworld.

Although he was prevented from spying by the Emperor of Fengdu.

However, Roger could sense that the Fengdu Emperor was not as strong as himself in the Journey to the West world, and was no match for the Monkey King who was empowered by the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends.

It can be said that his strength was not comparable to his complete self.

The only reason I can stop myself from prying into the world is because of its degradation.

The hierarchy of the world suppressed his own strength.

Then, Roger turned his gaze to the trembling Yama King in front of him.

Although his supernatural powers had been blocked by the Emperor of Fengdu, Roger still managed to detect the man's background during his brief observation.

It turns out that the King of Hell was actually transformed from the Judge's Pen.

That is why he was able to take control of the Book of Life and Death after the immortals and gods left, and thus seize the rightful place in the underworld.

Roger's lips curled up slightly, and he already had a new plan in mind.

That Book of Life and Death is far more than just a link to the six realms of reincarnation; it is also a symbol of the authority of the underworld and is closely connected to the netherworld.

It was by wielding this power and by joining forces with the new Heavenly Court that Yama was able to seize control of the Underworld.

However, his cultivation was shallow, and with only a few hundred years of experience, he was still unable to refine the authority of the underworld.

If he can't refine it, does that mean I can't either?
At that moment, Roger activated his magic power and began to refine the authority of the underworld.

In an instant, the underworld trembled, and the fortune of the netherworld gathered, transforming into a surging black tide that rushed towards Roger and continuously merged into his body.

At this moment, Yama, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed at Roger, his heart filled with shock and disbelief.

"This...this is refining the authority of the underworld. Is he about to ascend to the position of Emperor of Fengdu?"

A bitter feeling welled up in Yama's heart. He was the embodiment of the Judge's Pen and had accompanied the Book of Life and Death for countless years. He had thought that being so close to the source would give him an advantage and allow him to naturally take control of the underworld.

But now Roger has interfered.

This feeling was like having your childhood sweetheart, whom you've cherished for years, suddenly snatched away by some blond-haired guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaving you feeling incredibly frustrated.

I was the one who arrived first, so how could this happen?
However, Yama quickly suppressed his resentment.

He knew in his heart that no matter how unwilling he was at this moment, the matter was already set in stone and could not be changed.

Moreover, if Roger were to truly ascend to the position of Emperor of Fengdu, it might not be entirely a bad thing for him.

At that time, Roger will only need one decree to become the King of Hell in name and in reality, instead of being the King of Hell who is merely a figurehead despite bearing the title.

They even have to use someone else's name.

Thinking of this, Yama sighed slightly.

Just then, a magnificent imperial robe appeared out of thin air and gently landed on Roger.

His aura grew increasingly majestic, and a dark divine light appeared behind him, announcing his formal ascension to the position of Emperor of Fengdu.

The entire underworld was shaken.

A series of low rumbling sounds came from the depths of the eighteenth level of hell.

Countless ghost officials and underworld messengers stopped what they were doing, knelt down in unison in the direction of Roger, and shouted: "Welcome the Great Emperor of Fengdu!"

Wherever Roger's gaze fell.

The once dilapidated and gloomy city has been constantly changing.

The earth began to churn, the Road to the Underworld slowly emerged, the Terrace of Longing for Home rose from the ground, and the Bridge of Helplessness spanned the rolling River of Oblivion.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the underworld was completely transformed.

However, such a huge change quickly alarmed the other lords of the underworld.

At that moment, a huge shadow dressed in royal robes suddenly appeared on the horizon, rushing towards this place at an extremely fast speed.

Wherever it passed, billowing black clouds surged. Ghosts howled and wolves howled, and yin energy permeated the air.

Roger looked up.

Now that he has ascended to the position of the Great Emperor of Fengdu and gained the power of the underworld, all beings within the Three Realms and Six Paths of Reincarnation can see through his origins with just one glance.

The enormous shadow gradually became clear in his eyes, and it turned out to be a black mountain from the underworld in human form.

After this demon took human form, it occupied the City of the Wrongfully Dead and refined the authority of King Biancheng, the sixth Yama of the Ten Kings of Hell.

It was the Black Mountain Demon.

Roger's expression was cold and stern as he shouted, "Now that you've seen Fengdu, why don't you pay your respects?"

The word of an emperor in the mortal realm is law, and so it is with Roger, the emperor of the underworld.

These words resounded throughout the entire Netherworld, carrying the supreme power of words becoming law.

The Black Mountain Demon felt as if the entire Netherworld was rebuking him, and countless ghosts and gods seemed to have received a command, surrounding him in unison and questioning, "Why don't you worship?"

An irresistible force instantly enveloped him, his legs went weak, and he was involuntarily forced to kneel down, bowing and paying homage to Roger.

It was filled with shock, yet it was powerless to resist the supreme authority of the Emperor of Fengdu.

"Black Mountain Demon, you have long occupied the City of the Wrongfully Dead, wantonly disrupting the order of the underworld, causing chaos in the netherworld, and your sins are grave."

"I hereby punish you by stripping you of your authority over the Sixth Court of Hell and casting you into the Eighteenth Level of Hell to serve as a jailer, in order to atone for your past transgressions."

After saying this, Roger's gaze sharpened and pierced the Black Mountain Demon.

Upon hearing this order, the Black Mountain Demon was extremely unwilling, but under the supreme authority of Roger, the newly appointed Emperor of Fengdu, he was unable to resist.

The imperial robes he wore, symbolizing his royal status, vanished like smoke in an instant, and he involuntarily prostrated himself on the ground, respectfully replying, "Black Mountain obeys."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was swept away by an invisible force, his figure vanished instantly, and he fell into the gloomy and terrifying eighteenth level of hell.

After dealing with the Black Mountain Demon, Roger slowly turned his head and looked at Yama, who was standing to the side.

Upon seeing this, Yama was filled with fear, his legs trembling slightly, but he still tried to remain calm and quickly prostrated himself on the ground, shouting, "Your Majesty, I am willing to give my life for Your Majesty."

Roger snorted coldly, his voice like thunder: "As the King of Hell, you disregard your duties, accept bribes from mortals, and disregard human life, causing the corruption of the underworld's order."

"I hereby punish you to go to the eighteenth level of hell and become a jailer, so that you may reflect on your actions."

Upon hearing this, Yama was greatly alarmed and wanted to speak up to plead his case and explain, but before he could utter a word, he was tightly enveloped by a powerful force and forced to prostrate himself on the ground, accepting the decree.

He was then drawn into the eighteen levels of hell.

When Yama, the King of Hell, descended into hell, the Black Mountain Demon, now disguised as a jailer, saw him and revealed a half-smile, teasingly saying, "Oh, you've come too."

King Yama was filled with remorse, but could only sigh helplessly. His former prestige and power had vanished like a bubble.

After Roger finished dealing with everything, he turned his gaze to Xi Fangping, who was standing to the side.

Xi Fangping witnessed all of this from beginning to end, and felt a deep sense of awe for Roger.

Roger's expression softened slightly as he said, "Xi Fangping, you are a filial son who has endured countless hardships to seek justice for your father, remaining steadfast in your commitment."

"I hereby appoint you as the judge of the underworld. I hope that you will uphold justice, distinguish right from wrong, and live up to my trust."

Upon hearing this, Xi Fangping was overjoyed and immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you for your great kindness, Your Majesty. Your humble servant will certainly do my utmost and live up to Your Majesty's expectations."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light flashed, and a brand-new set of judge's robes appeared on his body.

Predominantly black with gold trim, it exudes solemnity and majesty.

Upon seeing this, Roger nodded slightly, then took a step forward, and a cloud of black mist rose around him. He then carried Fairy Jinghuan and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Xi Fangping gazed in the direction Roger had left, his heart filled with gratitude.

He took a deep breath, straightened his judge's robes, strode to the main seat in the hall, and sat down upright.

At this moment, ghost messengers brought the wealthy man surnamed Yang.

The wealthy man was shouting loudly, saying that this was a misunderstanding and that the man surnamed Xi must have falsely accused him.

Upon hearing this, Xi Fangping looked at the wealthy man kneeling below the hall and shouted sternly, "Who is this person below the hall, daring to accuse me?"

(End of this chapter)