Primordial Era: I, Tongtian, will slay all enemies!

The Western Religious Office at Mount Sumeru in Xiniuhe Prefecture.

"Ahem, something came up just now. Come on, Ksitigarbha, let's continue."

Ksitigarbha gazed at Cundi before him, his lips twitching slightly. "Please continue, teacher."

"These are the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Golden Tin Zen Staff, and the superior-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Bright Pearl. Take them. With these two treasures, I believe you will have a smooth and successful journey in the underworld!" Zhunti said as he handed the two treasures to Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha tremblingly accepted the two magical treasures, raised his head, and looked embarrassed. "Master, are you serious? It's alright with the others, but the Eleventh Ancestral Witch has such a violent temper. He'd probably twist my head off and kick it around like a ball. I'm scared!"

Zhunti, brimming with confidence, completely disregarded Ksitigarbha's words. "My dear disciple, the future of the Western Sect rests on your shoulders. Go forth with peace of mind! Remember, behind you are me and your guiding master!"

"Teacher, could you please give me a communication talisman and a protective talisman first? In case anything happens, you can know in advance, and I won't have to risk my life in the underworld."

After hearing this, Zhunti nodded, then formed a hand seal, and two talismans radiating the power of a saint instantly appeared in front of Ksitigarbha.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

"Yes, go ahead and do it with confidence and boldness. Don't let your teacher down!"

Ksitigarbha stood up, bowed deeply, and retreated until he was out of sight of Amitabha and Cundi.

Along the way, Dizang looked worried and glanced at Di Ting from time to time. "Di Ting, if anything happens, you have to save me. I don't want to be beaten by the Eleven Ancestral Witches! Those barbarians are all unreasonable."

Di Ting listened for a moment, then turned to look at Ksitigarbha in disbelief. "Huh? Are you kidding me? I'm just a Taiyi Golden Immortal! How can I save you? With my head?"

Suddenly, Ksitigarbha seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Di Ting with great interest, "Ahem, if we encounter danger, you just need to drag me away! By the way, can't you hear everything? The underworld should already know, go and listen to their reaction."

Di Ting rolled its eyes, pricked up its ears, activated its ability to hear all things, and headed towards the underworld to investigate.

Within the underworld, yin energy permeated the air, and all that reached Di Ting's ears were mournful wails. As it ventured deeper, its body trembled violently, and the voice of Houtu echoed in its ears, "Let him chant scriptures in Yin Mountain!"

When Ksitigarbha saw that Di Ting was trembling, he immediately knelt down and stroked it. "What's wrong? Did you hear something terrible?"

At this moment, Di Ting came to his senses, glanced sideways at Di Zang, his face full of regret, and thought to himself, "I'm sorry, Di Zang, it's better for me to die than for my friend!"

"What kind of look is that? Do they already know how to torture me?"

"No, no, no, they said that if you sneak into the underworld, they will definitely not let you off the hook, but if you dare to swagger into the underworld and then chant sutras in Yinshan to help the souls of the dead pass away, they will respect you as a hero and treat you to good food and drink!"

Ksitigarbha instantly stood up, his eyes shining. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! They've already set out the food and are waiting!"

A golden light streaked across the sky, heading straight for the underworld.

At the entrance to the underworld, Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood guard at the door. Upon seeing Ksitigarbha arrive, they immediately stopped him.

Ksitigarbha, holding his staff, bowed respectfully to the two demons, saying, "I am a direct disciple of the Western Sect, and have come to the underworld to deliver the souls of the dead on my master's orders!"

The ox-headed and horse-faced figures looked at each other in silence and lowered their hands to stop them.

"Thank you both, fellow Daoists. I'll be going in now!"

Afterwards, Ksitigarbha swaggered towards Yinshan in the underworld, with Di Ting following closely behind, glancing around every now and then, afraid that someone might suddenly jump out and beat them up.

In Fengdu City of the Underworld, the Five Ghost Emperors gathered, with Emperor Dijiang of Fengdu sitting at the highest point and the Five Ghost Emperors sitting below, discussing the fate of Ksitigarbha.

Gonggong, the Ghost Emperor of the East, slammed his hand on the chair and stood up. "That damned bald monk dares to swagger into my Underworld! He's utterly absurd! Brother, I'll go twist his head off and use it as a football!"

Zhu Rong, the Ghost Emperor of the South, also stood up and uttered a series of reckless words just like Gong Gong.

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"Calm down, calm down, don't be so impulsive. You are all Ghost Emperors now, you should be reasonable, don't just twist people's heads off at the drop of a hat!"

After Dijiang finished speaking, the ancestral witches in the main hall fell silent for a moment, until a ghost soldier came to report.

"I hereby report to the Great Emperor and all Ghost Emperors, that monk from the Western Sect is chanting incantations in Yin Mountain, causing an excessive amount of noise. I implore the Great Emperor to take action!"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang was also enraged. He slammed his fist on the table in front of him and shouted, "Let's go! Twist that bald donkey's head off and kick it like a ball!"

After saying this, Dijiang walked in front, followed closely by the Five Ghost Emperors, but they were stopped by the Styx River before they could even leave the house.

"Hey, where are you all headed, Ancestral Witches?"

Gonggong saw the Styx River, took a step forward, and without thinking, retorted, "Of course we're going to twist that bald donkey's head off and kick it around like a ball. What, does the Styx Sage also want to go watch the show?"

Dijiang punched Gonggong on the head and scolded, "Don't be rude! Why is the Lord of the Asura Dao blocking us?"

"Ahem, fellow Daoists, Ksitigarbha is, after all, a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Saint. You should not go too far in your attacks, otherwise it would be bad to provoke hostility between the two camps."

A barely perceptible hint of displeasure flickered across Dijiang's face. "What does the Dao Lord mean by this? Are you perhaps afraid? Or did the Dao Lord originally belong to the Heavenly Dao camp?"

"No, no, no, with a formidable enemy at hand, although we are at odds with the Heavenly Dao, there is no need to provoke a holy war, at least not now."

"Why not now? Dao Lord, you'd better make things clear, otherwise some things might be hard to say. We know you, Dao Lord, but our Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation doesn't!"

Seeing Di Jiang's blatant threat, Styx felt angry, but he had to suppress it. After all, he was facing a bunch of barbarians, and it would be troublesome if he started fighting with them.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to threaten me. Just remember, this isn't just my opinion!"

Dijiang's eyes darted around, and after understanding Styx's words, he continued to lead the Five Ghost Emperors toward Yinshan.

Seeing the ancestral witches depart, Styx breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Finally, those big shots are gone. What a handful! Tsk tsk tsk, Ksitigarbha is in real trouble now!"

As they drew closer to Yinshan, the chanting of Buddhist mantras grew louder, while Gonggong became increasingly agitated.

"Ugh! That voice is so annoying! Brother, I'm going to kill him!"

"Wait, wait, don't actually kill yourself!"

After speaking, Gonggong flew to mid-air not far from Yinshan Mountain, and with a hand seal, a huge flood swept towards Yinshan Mountain.