Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Xuan Du looked at the two underworld officials blocking his way, his face stiffening.

He was the only direct disciple of the Sage of Taiqing, and wherever he went, he was always treated with utmost courtesy.

But in this underworld, how dare two gatekeepers stop him?

Xuan Du took a deep breath, pretending that the two underworld messengers did not recognize him, and tried his best to keep his tone calm: "I am Xuan Du, a disciple of the Taiqing Sage. I wish to go to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Please allow me to pass."

The two underworld officials exchanged a glance. The one on the left sneered, "The Six Paths of Reincarnation are a key area of ​​the underworld. Do you think you can just go there whenever you want?"

The underworld official on the right chimed in, "Exactly! I think you just want to sneak into the underworld for some nefarious purpose!"

Xuan Du's face darkened.

He, a disciple of the dignified Taiqing Sage, was mistaken for a fraud by two underworld messengers who only had the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal.

"I'm telling the truth." Xuan Du's voice turned colder. "If you don't believe me, you can inform someone, and someone will come out to see me."

The underworld official on the left sneered: "Announcement? Who do you think you are, to presume we should announce your arrival? Get out of here at once, or else...!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Du's expression turned hostile.

"What if I want to go in?" His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

The two underworld officials paled simultaneously, and shouted in unison: "Trespassing in the underworld! Cast into the eighteenth level of hell!"

Eighteen levels of hell?

Xuan Du sneered inwardly.

Although he didn't know what the eighteen levels of hell were, it didn't sound like a good place.

These two underworld messengers are truly ignorant and fearless.

It seems the only way is to make a scene and get the person in charge to come out!

With a thought, Xuan Du unleashed a terrifying aura from his body in an instant.

That was the pressure of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal. Even a trace of it was as vast as the sea and as imposing as a mountain to these Yin spirits.

The oppressive force, like an invisible giant wave, swept in all directions, distorting and deforming the space in front of the Gates of Hell.

The many ghosts queuing up instantly collapsed to the ground, trembling, some even fainting.

The underworld officials who stood at the Gates of Hell all knelt on the ground.

If Xuandu hadn't deliberately restrained his aura, these spirits and underworld officials would have been scattered and destroyed in an instant.

The two underworld messengers blocking the way were the first to be hit, and were sent flying backward by the pressure, crashing heavily into the city wall, spitting out blood... no, it was spitting out yin energy, since they were spirits and had no blood to spit out.

"You...you..." The underworld messenger on the left pointed at Xuandu, his eyes filled with fear, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Xuandu didn't even glance at them, and strode towards the Gates of Hell.

Just then, an even more terrifying aura emanated from within the Gates of Hell.

The aura was even more powerful and vast, carrying a strong fighting spirit, like an ancient beast that had been awakened from its slumber, ready to tear anything that dared to offend it to shreds.

Xuan Du paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

That aura belonged to a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and not just any ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal, but the kind that had fought its way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The intensity of the killing intent was so strong that even he felt a slight tremor in his heart.

The next moment, a figure emerged from the Gates of Hell and landed in front of Xuandu.

The figure was extremely tall, over ten zhang in length, with a bare upper body and bulging muscles that resembled giant dragons coiled around his body.

His face was rugged and resolute, and his eyes, like two burning flames, gleamed with excitement.

In his hand he held a huge battle axe, its blade as wide as a door panel, its entire body pitch black, exuding a chilling, sinister aura.

Southern Ghost Emperor!

The Great Luo of the Witch Clan, who guards the Southern Ghost Domain, is one of the Great Witches of the Witch Clan and a fierce Witch who once slew countless demons in the Witch-Demon War!

The Southern Ghost Emperor strode to the Gate of Hell, his gaze falling on Xuan Du, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

For hundreds of years, he was assigned by the Lord of the Underworld to guard the Southern Ghost Realm. Every day, besides suppressing those blind ghost kings, he also managed those vengeful spirits, which was incredibly boring.

He had long wanted to find someone to fight, but where in the underworld could he find a worthy opponent? Those ghost kings couldn't even withstand the aura he emitted, let alone have a proper fight.

Now, finally someone has come to cause trouble!

The Southern Ghost Emperor looked at Xuan Du and sensed the aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal emanating from him, his excitement growing even stronger.

"Hahaha!"

He threw his head back and laughed, his laughter like thunder, shaking even the walls of the Gates of Hell. "Finally, a living being dares to cause trouble in the underworld!"

His gaze swept over the spirits and underworld officials suppressed on the ground by Xuandu's oppressive aura, and his expression darkened.

He was about to make a move against Xuandu, but then he remembered Huanglong's teachings and knew that he needed a legitimate reason to do so.

"You dare to think the Underworld is powerless!" His voice boomed like thunder. "Today I will suppress you to uphold the dignity of the Underworld!"

Before Xuandu could speak, the Southern Ghost Emperor launched a fierce attack.

He took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet trembled violently. He swung his battle axe and brought it down on Xuandu's head. The axe blade tore through the void, leaving a dark crack.

A violent surge of Yin energy erupted from the Southern Ghost Emperor, like a volcano that had been suppressed for millions of years, blazing and raging.

The Yin energy combined with the laws of the underworld, drawing upon the power of the Great Dao of the underworld, causing the power of this axe strike to increase several times over.

Before the axe blade even arrived, the chilling killing intent had already enveloped Xuandu.

Xuan Du felt a jolt in his heart, sensing a slight sense of danger.

This axe blow from the Southern Ghost Emperor was no ordinary attack; it drew upon the power of the underworld. Within this underworld, the Southern Ghost Emperor possessed the authority of the realm, unleashing power far exceeding that of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

However, Xuandu was no ordinary Great Luo.

With a slight thought, a nine-story pagoda radiating a mysterious yellow light appeared above his head.

The Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth!

This is a protective treasure bestowed upon Xuandu by the Sage of Taiqing. It is a treasure of acquired merit and has astonishing defensive power.

The pagoda has nine levels, each covered with mysterious runes, from which beams of dark yellow light descend, enveloping Xuan Du entirely.

The Southern Ghost Emperor's battle axe struck the Xuanhuang light.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion followed.

A violent force erupted at the gates of hell, causing visible ripples to spread through the void.

The ripples spread in all directions, shattering space and cracking the earth wherever they passed. A towering blood wave surged on the River of Oblivion, and even the Yin energy was torn to pieces.

The bridge beneath Xuandu's feet collapsed into nothingness in an instant. The Yin spirits and Yin messengers crawling on the ground were instantly transformed into wisps of Yin energy by the aftershocks of that terrifying power, dissipating into the world without even having time to scream.

The enormous gate to hell, which had been condensed from a large amount of the underworld's essence, also cracked open under the impact of that terrifying power, with rubble falling down and the gate teetering on the verge of collapse.