I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Sun Wukong concealed his aura and followed behind the Black and White Impermanence at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

As they traveled deeper into the underworld, the scene before them grew increasingly eerie and terrifying.

Beneath the monkey's feet lay a gray, winding path that stretched into the distance, its direction unknown. On both sides of the path was a thin gray mist, and one wrong step would send it completely engulfed.

Moreover, from time to time, the Black and White Impermanence appear in disguise, holding numb and dead souls, and they converge into the main road from various side roads.

The number of the dead keeps increasing, and their numbers grow longer and longer.

As the clones returned, the chilling aura emanating from the Black and White Impermanence who were leading the way became even thicker and more solid, like the rising tide.

Sun Wukong hid in the shadows, but his golden eyes saw everything clearly.

He was secretly surprised; these two scoundrels actually had some skill.

He intended to take out his golden cudgel and smash the Black and White Impermanence into mincemeat one by one.

But then he suddenly remembered the instructions his junior brother Ning Chen had given him.

"Senior brother, whatever you do, you must first plan your escape route. Try not to disturb others and get things done quietly. That's the best strategy!"

The monkey felt a chill run down its spine, suppressed its killing intent, and dared not reveal the slightest trace of its aura. It followed behind the Black and White Impermanence at a leisurely pace.

After traveling for a long time, a darker area appeared ahead, a darker region that swallowed all light.

Ancient-style palaces, exuding endless majesty and an aura of death, loomed in and out of sight in the darkness.

Directly in front, on the huge door, are engraved several dark red ancient seal characters!

The City of the Underworld!

A chilling wind swirled, emitting a low, mournful wail like that of the dead.

The souls lined up and entered the main hall one by one.

Sun Wukong did not rush in rashly; he hid in the shadow of a black stone pillar and observed from afar.

Inside the Senluo Palace, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was somber.

A judge sat behind his desk, his face pale and his expression solemn.

He held a thick book in his hands, the Book of Life and Death that governs the lifespan and death of all living beings.

Judge Cui's voice was icy cold as he recited the names of the deceased and their sins in life without any emotion.

As soon as he pronounced his sentence, His Highness's ghost messengers immediately sprang into action.

Some of the dead were dragged toward a huge cauldron of boiling hot oil, which reeked of fishy stench.

Some were pressed under the huge guillotine, and with a flash of cold light, they turned into two wisps of green smoke, letting out a mournful howl. Then they were driven by the ghost messengers into different passages.

Sun Wukong's anger flared at the sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several familiar old monkey figures trembling as they moved forward with the procession of the dead, their turn to be punished imminent.

The monkey's eyes darted around, and a plan came to mind.

He quietly plucked a few hairs from the back of his head, put them in his mouth, and chewed them vigorously.

Then the monkey puffed out its cheeks and slowly blew out these hairs!

Countless tiny, invisible drowsy insects, as fine as dust, drifted out silently, burrowing into the noses of all the ox-headed and horse-faced demons, judges, imps, and wandering souls within the hall.

Almost instantly, those fierce-looking ghost messengers yawned, their eyelids drooping involuntarily as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.

Judge Cui was about to reprimand them, but he was about to rouse the underworld messengers to their senses.

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes, as if he had been hit on the head with a 100,000-pound sledgehammer.

He nodded sharply, the Book of Life and Death slipped from his hand and landed on the table, then he slumped onto the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Soon, the vast Yama Palace was filled only with the sounds of snoring.

Hehe, the tricks taught by my junior brother are really useful!

Sun Wukong grinned and tiptoed quietly to Judge Cui's desk.

The monkey carefully picked up the Book of Life and Death.

The booklet felt cold and heavy to the touch. The cover prominently displayed "monkeys" as a category, with smaller print below explaining the subcategory: "Monkeys resemble humans but are not included in the human register; they are like naked insects but do not live in any country; they are like beasts but are not under the jurisdiction of the Qilin; they are like birds but are not under the jurisdiction of the Phoenix. Therefore, they are listed in a separate booklet."

The monkey flipped through the pages rapidly, the dim light illuminating his hairy, thunder-like face.

Finally, at number 1350 of the character "魂" (soul), the monkey found its name:

"A naturally born stone monkey, with a lifespan of 342 years plus 60,000!"

Sun Wukong looked at it and a surge of nameless karmic fire rushed straight to the top of his head!

Sixty-three hundred and forty-two years old?

He laughed in anger, "I had already achieved the Dao Fruit of Heavenly Immortal before I even finished my apprenticeship, transcending the Three Realms and no longer bound by the Five Elements!"

Learn those seventy-two transformations, the method to avoid the three calamities!

Not to mention, I also ate a nine-thousand-year-old peach that my junior brother Ning Chen obtained from who-knows-where, granting me endless lifespan!

Why is my name still on this lousy book?

"This is outrageous!"

The monkey's eyes darted around.

He grabbed the judge's pen on the table, which was soaked in cinnabar and exuded the aura of the Heavenly Dao. Without thinking, he directly scribbled down the name in the column!

The thick cinnabar instantly obliterated the words "Sun Wukong, the stone monkey born of heaven," along with his lifespan of 60,342 years, turning them into a glaring stain!

After finishing his own painting, he saw the lifespans of several old monkeys: 121 years, 124 years...

Since we've already started, we might as well go all the way!

The moment Sun Wukong had this thought, the judge's pen swept across the Book of Life and Death of monkeys like a whirlwind!

He rudely crossed out any place with the name of a monkey.

As their names were crossed out, the souls of the old monkeys gradually faded, and they quietly returned to life in their sleep.

Sun Wukong was overjoyed; it really worked!

After doing all this, a thought struck him: he wanted to see if his junior brother Ning Chen's name was also on this damned book.

He stuffed the booklet back into Judge Cui's hand, and then put the cinnabar pen into Judge Cui's other hand, making it seem as if Judge Cui had fallen asleep and mistakenly filled in the Book of Life and Death.

Then, the monkey looked up at the back of the hall.

There were countless books piled up there, as densely as mountains and as vast as the sea, numbering in the tens of millions!

Finding Ning Chen's name in so many brochures is like finding a needle in a haystack.

The monkey scratched its ears and cheeks anxiously, its golden eyes blinking rapidly, its heart filled with urgency.

"What should we do?"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a majestic voice entered the hall.

"Judge Cui! Why are the departed souls lingering here today? Are they asleep?"

Sun Wukong's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

He reacted extremely quickly, transforming into a tiny flying insect and slipping out through a crack in the palace, disappearing without a trace.

King Qin Guang stepped into the palace and frowned upon seeing the scene before him.

He stepped forward and nudged Judge Cui.

"Judge Cui! Wake up!"

Judge Cui was jolted awake, looked around blankly, and then looked down at the Book of Life and Death in his hand.

When he saw the large patches of undried cinnabar marks on the book about monkeys, his face turned ashen!

"This...this...I beg King Qin Guang to investigate thoroughly, this is absolutely not the work of a lowly deity!"

Altering the Book of Life and Death is a capital offense, so Judge Cui immediately left the table and knelt down in submission!

King Qin Guang snorted coldly, his magical power sweeping across the entire area, stimulated by the icy pressure of King Yama.

Inside the hall, the ox-headed and horse-faced demons, along with the lesser ghosts and underworld officials, all awoke one by one.

They all looked bewildered, completely unaware of what had just happened.